That night Mr. Harting sat in front of his fire in his study. A book was open on his lap, but he was not reading. Instead, he was reflecting on the evening’s events. He had been impressed by something. Something had given him some pleasure, whereas he usually dreaded such scenes. Even a small ball was abominable, but this evening had been different. “Perhaps I should dance more often,” he vowed.
At the same time Miss Lewis was having her hair dressed and speaking with her friend, Laura Smith. “Did he say anything?” “Yes, he was all manners. When you said that he never danced I figured he was either too proud or a funny sort of man, but I was terribly mistaken. He made me feel quite comfortable.” “Father says he is a gentleman in all ways.” “Oh yes, and terribly handsome.” “Well, yes I suppose.” The servant left the room, and fingering her honey blond hair Cara protested “I can do this myself…how can you deny his being handsome?” “Oh I wouldn’t dream of it. It’s only that he is rather old.” “You said he was eight and twenty?” “Precisely. Eleven years our elder.” “Well, when you put it that way, Laura.”
***
About a week later Miss Lewis was coming down the road, intent on the post office, when she dropped the letters she was carrying. She bent down, but they had already been snatched up. She looked up, and Mr. Harting pressed then into her hands. “Excuse me.” “Oh thank you Mr. Harting.” “Are you going to the Post?” “Yes sir.” “I’m heading that way myself.” He offered Miss Lewis his arm, and she took it looking at the ground blushing. They walked along silently for awhile, and then Mr. Harting cleared his throat saying, “Miss Lewis are you staying with the Smiths?” “Yes sir.” She took the opportunity to gaze up into his face, so as to appear less shy than she feared she was coming across. “Mr. Smith is a good man.” “He has been very good having me, and I am much obliged to him and his family.” “I’ve never been introduced to Mrs. Smith and her children.” “Mrs. Smith, this may sound ungrateful, but she is not long on nerves.” “Yes, she doesn’t go out much, I understand.” “No, but Miss Smith, well you saw her at the ball, she and her younger brother Jack are both the best sort.” By this time they had reached the Post and Mr. Harting bid farewell to Miss Lewis bowing.
“He must have taken a liking to you, Cara.” “Oh not at all, Laura. He would do the same for any lady, I assure you.” “Well, that may be true, but you said that when he came upon you and your letters, he picked them up.” “Yes…” “So, he was going the opposite way!” Cara appeared puzzled at first, but being a bright girl, quickly caught on. Blushing, she protested “there must be some explanation.” “Yes, you.”
Mr. Harting paced the room. His housekeeper was also fretting. “Mr. Harting, we are not prepared.” “Yes, Mrs. Kemp, I’m very sorry. I did not mean to say exactly what I did, or rather I did, but it led me into this. Once I mentioned his wife…” “Yes, yes, it must be done, but can it be delayed?” “It must, for nothing is ready. I will delay the invitation as long as I can without appearing inattentive. Still, I’m afraid everything will be rushed.” Mr. Harting was upset with himself. Not only had he put his help under a great deal of stress, but he also had no idea as to why he had done such a thing. It had been years since anyone outside of his very small familiar circle had been invited for a dinner at his estate. He had never shown any interest in Mr. Smith’s family before, even though he held a great deal of respect for men such as Mr. Smith, but he had done just that with this girl. He chided himself for acting so rashly.
***
The day the invitation arrived the entire household was in an uproar. Mrs. Smith pretended it was her due. Mr. Smith was extremely pleased at such attention to his family, and proclaimed Mr. Harting to be the most honorable man alive. Poor Miss Lewis nearly shook at the very thought. With the exception of Jack, only Miss Smith seemed not surprised. Laura whispered “we can thank you for this dear Cara.” “No, you’re mistaken. He told me he had never had the pleasure of meeting your mother and yourself.” Laura smiled knowingly.
The night of the dinner, both parties were nervously preparing. Mr. Harting carefully chose his attire, and visited the kitchen to see how things were coming along. At the Smith’s the women were the ones nervously preparing themselves. Cara was terribly high strung, and her condition was only worsened by what she deemed as irrational encouragement from her dear friend. Laura picked out a dress for Cara to wear. “This one suits you the best. It compliments your blue eyes.”
When they arrived at his estate, Mr. Harting came out himself to receive his guests. He helped each of the women out of the carriage, of which Cara was the last. He held her hand as she stepped down, and marveled at how beautiful her eyes were at that moment. The dinner was far grander than anything the Smith’s warranted. Everyone complimented Mr. Harting as to the extreme overall quality. The dessert was topped with strawberries, and Cara declared that she liked nothing more than strawberries. They spoke about the neighborhood, and their neighbors. Mr. Harting remarked “the neighborhood is so much improved in the summer.” Mrs. Smith contradicted “the heat, Mr. Harting!” Mr. Harting, undaunted, pressed on “you of all people must recognize the merits of the summer season. If nothing else, it brings visitors which enliven our company.” Laura tilted her head to smile at Cara, but she was intent on Mr. Smith, who appeared to be on the verge of a response. “Is your sister visiting this summer?” “Yes, I am happy to say that she and her husband along with my niece are expected within a week.” Laura spoke up “how old is your niece, Mr. Harting?” “Two years.” “What an endearing age,” Cara exclaimed. “Yes, Miss Lewis, Emily is an endless source of delight. I am always pleased when they visit.” “You have two younger sisters, I believe.” “You are correct, Mrs. Smith, but my youngest was but married six months ago, and therefore she and her husband are not eager to leave the comfort of their home.” Mr. and Mrs. Smith laughed, and Mr. Harting smiled at his plate. “Shall we retire to the sitting room?”
Since the party was small, and no hostess present, both the men and the women were to go directly to Mr. Harting’s formal sitting room. Mr. Smith took Mrs. Smith’s arm, and Laura purposefully took much too long in getting up, so that Cara was forced into excepting Mr. Harting’s arm. They walked into a large hallway with a chandelier and a large painting of a young lady. Cara was struck with the elegance of the lady. “Is that one of your sisters, Mr. Harting?” He looked up at the portrait “it’s my late wife.” “Oh I’m very sorry.” As Mr. and Mrs. Smith were talking and Laura was lagging behind, Cara ventured to speak her mind. She looked up into Mr. Harting’s face “you must have loved her very much.” Mr. Harting paused for a moment and then solemnly spoke “It is a sad occasion indeed when one so young is taken from us.”
After sitting and talking awhile, Mr. Harting inquired “perhaps the young ladies would entertain us. Do you play?” “I play very ill and never in company, but Cara is quite accomplished.” “Oh not hardly,” she protested. Mrs. Smith intruded “yes, dear little Cara is the only girl I will listen to. The racket of an ill player goes beyond my tolerance.” “Then you must play for us. The piano goes to waste.” Cara, ill fit to refuse, but in low spirits, went to the bench, and for a moment just looked at the grand instrument. She had never played on such a beautiful instrument. When she began to play, Mr. Harting turned so as to see her, instead of continuing to converse.
Once the Smiths were home, and the girls were alone, Cara burst into tears surprising her friend. “I would have thought you would have enjoyed the evening.” “How could you have not told me? How unfeeling I must have seemed to have mentioned his late wife.” “I had forgotten. She is not often talked about, and I don’t think they were married long, but then I don’t quite remember…I was rather young.” “How could you forget when he obviously loved her so very much? I shall never be able to meet him again.” She buried her face in her hands. “Don’t be so rash, Cara. Would you wish to cause Mr. Harting undue pain?” “I already have, but you are correct…it would be rude of me to avoid Mr. Harting after he has been so kind to us, but I don’t know how I shall act.” Laura hugged her dear friend. “You must hate me for this. How sorry I am, and you feel the suffering of others so acutely! Please do not fret, I don’t believe he felt any ill will towards you. In fact I think he is even more in raptures with you.” “Oh how can you say that?” “He paid special attention to you on numerous occasions, and I saw him gazing at you more times than I can recall. I am afraid you are forcing him to fall quite in love with you.” “Mr. Harting is far above me, Laura.” “Untrue! You are both intelligent, good, handsome people, and he is a gentleman, and you are a gentleman’s daughter.” “Our wealth however, cannot begin to be compared.” “That matters not in matters of love,” she began singing Love in the Summer and laughing in good nature. “Even if Mr. Harting was in love with me, which he is not, my lack of fortune would surely cause him to check his feelings,” said with solemnity and looking down at her hands. “You do not do Mr. Harting credit.” “Oh, but I do! He can do so much better than me.”
***
Mr. Harting’s sister and her husband arrived a week later, and he eagerly greeted them. He cared very much for his sister Elizabeth. She was very level headed, and he was very reliant on her good opinion and she on his. He also enjoyed his niece greatly. Elizabeth’s husband was a good man, and she seemed very attached to him, so Mr. Harting supported him, even though he felt Elizabeth was far his superior. “You’ll never know how surprised I was to hear of your plans for a dinner party. You are certainly no Trimalchio. I told George straight off, and mentioned it in my letter to Kate. Please do not mistake me, I think it’s wonderful. You spend entirely too much time alone. Only what possessed you to invite this particular family? You’ve never mentioned them before.” “I’ve done some business with Mr. Smith. He’s a good man.” “You do business with a great many good men.” Mr. Harting picked up his niece, and placing her on his lap began “my dear sister, I myself am not sure what motivated me to do so, but I am glad I did.” “This is good news indeed. I was worried you might dislike it as much as you feared, and never undertake such an idea again. His wife and his daughters were agreeable then?” “Only one of the girls is his daughter. The other girl, Miss Lewis, whose family is from the south is visiting with them.” Elizabeth smiled “Miss Lewis, I take it then was the agreeable one?” “She is a very sweet girl.” Mr. Harting looked out the window. “There are a great many amicable girls in society, if you would only…” “Do you know I told Miss Lewis about Janet when she asked about her portrait, and she seemed grieved indeed. Her emotions do not seem practiced in the least. Its very refreshing to meet an unaffected young lady.” “She seems to have made quite an impression on you, brother.” “I suppose she has, Elizabeth, but as you say, there are many such girls.”
That same day a messenger arrived with a package from Mr. Harting. A servant came into the sitting room where Mrs. Smith and the girls were doing needlework. The servant placed a bowl full of ripe red gigantic strawberries on the table. “From Mr. Harting, Mrs. Smith, and there are more in the kitchen.” “Oh how lovely. I will have to write a note.” The girls leaned forward, and each took a handful, popping them into their mouths. Laura remarked “these must be a special gift for Cara, since she showed such a strong regard for Mr. Harting’s strawberries.” Her smile seemed to convey that her friend had strong regard for more than his strawberries. “Why yes, that’s right. Cara, I will mention your particular gratitude, dear.” “Thank you Mrs. Smith, but I should hope he did not think I was hinting at such attention.” “No, no, Mr. Harting is very generous, and only wanted to give you pleasure. Think not on it, but I shall say, not everyone has such attentive neighbors. I should say not. Draw the shades Laura, the light is giving me a headache.”
***
One fair day Miss Smith and Miss Lewis were taking their exercise. Both girls carried books, which they planned on reading upon their taking their rest later in the afternoon. They were walking one of their favorite paths, because it was well shaded by large oak trees, many of which belonged to Mr. Harting’s estate. Approximately a block from the entrance of his lane, his carriage drove past and turned into the lane itself, where it stopped at the entrance. Laura nudged Cara as they continued walking in that direction. “He wishes to see you.” The door of the carriage opened, and Mr. Harting and his sister stepped out. “Good afternoon,” the girls said in unison. “I would like very much for you to meet my sister, Elizabeth Jennings.” Elizabeth took each of their hands in turn and both girls curtsied. “Mr. Harting and I were going inside to have tea, if you don’t mind postponing your outing, do join us.” Miss Smith frowned “oh, it’s my luck! I’m running an errand which simply must be completed, but Cara please do not let me stop you.” “Yes, Miss Lewis, do come in.” Cara was unable to refuse such a kind offer, even though she was more than a little uncomfortable with the situation.
Miss Lewis sat next to Mr. Harting on a couch, her book in her lap, and Elizabeth sat opposite them in a tall-backed chair. “My brother tells me you are from south of here.” “Yes, father’s estate is an easy half day’s ride to the sea.” “How delightful.” “I have never been to that particular district of England, but I’ve heard much of its beauties and would like to visit some day.” “Oh you’d like it, I’m sure.” Just then the nurse came in with Mrs. Jennings’ daughter. Mr. Harting turned to Cara “do you take delight in children, Miss Lewis?” She blushed prettily, he noticed, and quickly responded “a great deal.” Mr. Harting stood up and took the child, walking about the room. “Have you ever been to London, Miss Lewis?” “Only once when I was very young.” “You must go again. Mr. Jennings and I came from London a few weeks ago. We love it. Perhaps the Smiths will take you in the fall?” “I’m sure they would, but I must return home at the end of August.” Mr. Harting abruptly turned, causing both ladies to take notice and look up. Therefore he brought Emily over to Elizabeth, and sat back down next to Cara. “Does she talk yet?” “Oh yes, but she is dreadfully shy around strangers. She simply adores my brother, doesn’t she?” “I suppose, but not nearly as much as I do her, and she is a perfect doll. Very well behaved, and all to my sister’s credit. She is an excellent mother.” “My brother is too kind, I am no better than others, I assure you.”
Mr. Harting took note of Cara’s book. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Ever so much, and you have such a large library. I noticed it when I was here before. I should never leave such a library.” Mr. Harting was delighted that she had found his library agreeable. The conversation tripped along, until Cara recalled the strawberries. “Oh, Mr. Harting, on behalf of all the Smiths, I want to thank you for the exquisite berries you sent. It was so thoughtful of you. I hope you didn’t go to any trouble.” Mr. Harting’s sister’s ears perked up. “It wasn’t any trouble; it was my pleasure. I hoped you would get some, since you seemed to like them so much at dinner, and they are grown here on my estate.” “Laura and I had our share,” she said laughing a bit. Mr. Harting smiled at Cara, and she smiled back.
After Miss Lewis left, Mr. Harting sat down with his sister alone. He took her hand “dear sister, did you see anything redeeming in Miss Lewis?” “Well, yes. Indeed to say that I only found her character to be marked by some redemption from I know not what would be rather ungenerous. She was very sweet, and as you said, unaffected. There is nothing scheming about her. She also appeared to have a good head on her shoulders.” “Good, I am glad you think so, for I think of her so often…it’s irrational. I am only lonely.” “That is indubitably the case.”
“I nearly died when you left me!” “It was good for you. Now tell me everything.” Cara sighed. “Really Laura, you are too cruel. His sister is very amiable, and he seems very much attached to her and her daughter.” “Yes…” “I must admit…” “What?” “Seeing the great attention and kindness he bestows on the both of them has endeared him to me. You have succeeded, but I shall watch myself, so as not to upset our friendly rapport.” “Yes, you will, I’m sure.”
***
Cara caught a cold, which Mr. Harting heard of by chance from Mr. Smith during a business deal. He was inquiring after everyone’s health, when Mr. Smith mentioned that Miss Lewis had been sick for three days. Mr. Harting rushed home. “Sister, what can I do?” Mr. Harting was extremely wary of female weakness. “I’m not sure. What is wrong with her?” “She has come down with a cold.” “Oh brother, she’ll be all right. She looked very healthy. She’s young, and will quickly recover. People don’t die of colds.” Elizabeth’s look was soothing to her brother, which was how she had meant her words to be taken. Cara had not been so lucky to quickly recover, however. A week later, she was confined to bed, suffering with a high fever. Mr. Harting, after worrying for many nights despite his sister’s estimation of the situation, decided to visit the Smiths, not knowing Cara’s condition had worsened.
Mrs. Smith, whose nerves had been aggravated by the illness, greeted Mr. Harting alone in the sitting room. “Are both of the girls out, Mrs. Smith?” “Heavens no! I thought Mr. Smith would have told you. Cara’s sick, and Laura sits with her night and day. We’re all in an uproar. I have such palpitations of the heart.” Mr. Harting felt the closest thing to fear he had felt in ages. He swallowed twice and shook his head. “Oh yes, but her parents have written, and they want her to come home. They don’t think this weather is agreeable to her, for they claim she has not been ill for many years. I’m afraid we shall be blamed for the whole thing, and indeed we have been nothing but good and careful with the girl!” Mr. Harting stood up. “It isn’t safe for her to moved in her condition. Let me contact my personal physician, please. Write her parents and tell them she will be well taken care of. I just can’t see moving the poor girl.” “Well neither can I and I’m glad something is to be done. If she is sick much longer, my nerves will shatter.” Mr. Harting did not hear what she said; he was on his way to fetch Dr. Pern. He trusted Dr. Pern more than any other doctor. Dr. Pern had tried his best to save his wife, and Mr. Harting bestowed merit about him for the valiant effort.
The day before, Mr. and Mrs. Jennings had left, and when he returned home, he sorely missed his sister’s company. She would have reassured him. As it was, he had no woman to comfort him. He was afraid he had been too pushy, but then when he thought of Miss Lewis traveling in her condition! Impossible. Dr. Pern had been instructed to visit Mr. Harting directly after his examination of the patient. “So you have given her some medicine?” “Yes. Mr. Harting, she will be all right in a few days, as soon as her fever breaks.” “Fevers worry me very much, Dr. Pern.” “As well they should, but I am watching her, and I will be informed of any change in her condition.” “Well then, by all means, go home, so they may be able to find you.”
Although very sick for an entire new week, Cara was greatly improved shortly after the end of that week. She was permitted by Dr. Pern to sit in a small sitting room adjoining her own room. Cara sat with a blanket covering her lap, and she wore a dressing gown covered by a white lace leisure robe. She was a bit pale, but otherwise seemed unharmed. She sat with Laura, but they were not speaking. Instead, each of the girls was reading, a favorite pastime which had been abandoned the last few weeks. A knock sounded on the door, and both girls looked up. “Come in,” Laura called. A servant opened the door, and began in a whisper “is Miss Lewis receiving visitors?” “Who is it?” “Mr. Harting, miss.” Laura looked at Cara questing for acceptance. Cara’s heart rose in her throat. She knew she must see him, because he had seen to her care, and paid the bills, but she glanced down at her self. She did not wish him to see her like this. Yet, before she could respond, Laura spoke “yes, tell Mr. Harting Miss Lewis can see him for a few minutes.” Then, much to Cara’s chagrin, Laura stood up, and made her way for the other door. “Laura? Where are you going?” Laura closed the door, and Cara clasped her hands nervously.
Just when she was going to call to Laura, the door opened, and Mr. Harting stepped inside. He bowed, and Cara began profusely thanking him. Mr. Harting interrupted her by coming over to her and kissing her hand. “Please take a seat, Mr. Harting,” she spoke nearly in a whisper. Mr. Harting pulled up a chair very close to the patient, so as to see and hear her better. “Mr. Harting…” “You are feeling better then, Miss Lewis?” He worriedly waited for an answer, looking at her face trying to determine if she was truly improved. “Yes, thank you. I am so indebted to you, Mr. Harting. What you did went so far beyond anything expected of a neighbor and a friend. I must also thank you on behalf of my family. They were so worried about me.” Mr. Harting listened to her with great attention, and stared into her eyes, but then she returned his gaze, and he broke his stare. “You are feeling better then?” She smiled. “Yes.” “You sound as if your throat is sore.” “It’s nearly back to normal, only a little weak, but it’s so kind of you to take such interest in my well being.” “Not at all. I only wish to see you well.” Cara half coughed half laughed. “What is it?” “That’s just what I finished saying.” He smiled at her rather than at what she was saying. “You must promise me to take care of yourself, and do everything Dr. Pern tells you, Miss Lewis.” “Yes, thank you.” Mr. Harting bowed and made an exit.
Laura came back into the room, and grasped Cara’s hand. “He kissed my hand, Laura. Look at me, I’m all a flutter. What a sentimental mess I’ve become.” “All of this only goes to show…” “No, Laura, Mr. Harting thinks of me as a child. He’s taken a brotherly interest in me. I am only glad I am privileged enough to know Mr. Harting.” “Oh Cara! You are amazing.”
Mr. Harting returned home overcome by emotions. He was not used to this feeling of a lack of control over himself. He forced himself to calmly sit down at his desk, and compose a letter to his dear sister Elizabeth. Upon sealing the letter with his seal, he called to one of his manservant’s, “please see that this is mailed directly. It’s of great importance.”
Mr. Harting visited Miss Lewis twice as soon as she was completely recovered. He showed no outward affection that could be attributed to a lover as far as Cara could tell. This did not particularly upset Cara, because she felt he deserved so much better than her. These two had more humility than ten people combined. On the second occasion, Mr. Harting requested that she play the piano, the only thing he did that raised wonder from Cara.
***
The day after his last visit, Mr. Harting received the response he had been waiting for from his sister. The letter read as follows:
Dearest Brother,
What has delayed you? You of all people lack the necessity of my approval or advice. After all, it is you who have guided me for so many years. Since you have requested it though, I shall seek to ease your worries. Dear brother, how can you say that you are old? Or too old for a young girl? I will admit that for the past five years you have sealed yourself up in your house, but you need only to step outside, attend the parties, dance, love, and you live up to your youth. It seems to me that she would be just the thing to reintroduce you into the world of society, and you can introduce her to the real world. Certainly, you are not offensive in this manner.
Greater age discrepancies have occurred. You are correct in noting that she is not immature, only innocent and unaffected, two qualities, if not endearing (which you assure me they are) is at very least refreshing in a girl of society. Such girls with wonderful upbringings and strong characters only improve with age. Therefore, I don’t see her innocence as her only recommending quality, as surely you do not, which will only fade with time.
I believe she is fond of you, but you must trust your own feelings, and broach her on the subject. Build up your courage, as I know you are very capable. If I didn’t know her myself, I would site your wealth as a reason for an acceptance of a marriage proposal. She is not searching for a good match. I know you better than to suppose that her inferior wealth would lessen your view of her. Who would not want such a good man as yourself for a husband?
Put Janet behind you. You did your duty in that case, and she would want you to be happy: act now for love, for passion! After all, you and Janet were good friends; she would not wish you to spend the best years of your life in the manner you have been. Therefore, by all means, it would please me beyond your imagination to be able to rest thinking that you were happy. Hurry!
Love your affectionate sister,
Elizabeth Jennings
PS She is very beautiful.
What a handsome couple you
will make!
Mr. Harting did not, however, ‘hurry’ as his sister had advised. He was much too prudent, and if the truth be known, shy. He sat for quite awhile at his desk, letter in hand, pondering while the hours ticked by steadily. How would Cara change his life? Certainly, she would shed light on his home, bring happiness, but would she change him? He found himself already altered, and for the better. She had given him hope, purpose, and love. Yes, he loved her. Is that not what mattered? He wanted her to be always at his side, as his wife. Inwardly, he felt such warmth, which up till now had only been reserved for his sisters. Still, he worried she would be very much amused, or worse, put off by his attentions.
“This must be a chance I need to take,” he thought, and he reassured himself that Cara was much too sweet a girl to treat him in an ill manner, otherwise he would not love her as much as he did. He had no idea how he would broach the subject. “Fetch the chaise!” he shouted out the door. As he briskly walked through the corridor, he stopped in front of a mirror. Never a vain man, he pushed back his hair and exhaled. He hurried the horse along racing towards the Smiths.
A servant opened the door, “Mrs. Smith, I beg your pardon, but Mr. Harting is here, and he wants to speak with you. Only, I can not persuade him to come in.” Mrs. Smith raised her eyebrows, and glanced at Laura and Cara. “Should I send him away mum?” “Oh heavens no!” She stood up, and followed the servant girl out the door. Mrs. Smith pulled the door nearly closed, but the girls could hear voices. “Mr. Harting?” “Mrs. Smith, I am sorry to disturb you, but I would like to take Miss Lewis for a ride in my chaise.” Laura gripped Cara’s hand, and Cara closed her eyes. “I’m sorry?” “I realize she has been very ill, but it’s a lovely day, and I thought perhaps a ride would be refreshing with the fresh air and all the benefits.” “She is feeling much better, but I’ll have to ask you to not stay out too long, as I am responsible for her.” “I wouldn’t think of it.” Mrs. Smith opened the door again. Laura had gone to fetch Cara’s hat, and Cara stood up her heart beating wildly. “Are you feeling up to it dear?” “Oh yes, a little fresh air sounds extremely pleasant.” Mr. Harting stepped into the doorway, and he bowed, and Cara curtsied. They looked at each other intently. “I’m just waiting for my hat, Mr. Harting.” He nodded. Laura came back in smiling, and handed Cara her hat.
Mr. Harting helped Cara into the chaise, and then started the horse heading towards the direction of his estate. They exchanged a few pleasantries, and then sat still for a number of minutes. Cara sprung to life. “This reminds me of a song I used to sing.” “You sing?” “I adore singing, almost as much as the piano.” “Would you sing me that song?” “Right now? It will be terribly bumpy…” “Go ahead, I beg of you.” Cara began to sing a light song. Her voice was clear and pure, and in between verses she would laugh at the situation. He marveled at her bright face. All traces of sickness were gone. Her dark honey blond hair was flaxen highlighted. Her blue eyes twinkled, and her rosebud mouth was drawn up in a smile. What apple cheeks! “That was retched!” “No, not at all.” Mr. Harting loved it more than anything he had ever heard.
They reached Mr. Harting’s estate, and he turned into the lane saying “I would like to show you something.” They went down the road past the house and into a fair park. The entire setting was gorgeous, but the most glorious was the pond with swans. Mr. Harting had once taken much pleasure in this particular spot, and with Cara he once again enjoyed it. “This is very beautiful, Mr. Harting.” “You approve then?” “Approve? Yes, but you hardly need my approval.” Mr. Harting watched her face for her reaction. “Miss Lewis are you aware of my age?” “Well, yes sir. Laura said that you were eight and twenty.” “Does this seem very ancient to you?” “Mr. Harting…” A quizzical look passed over her face. He swallowed. “Do you know why I am showing you these things?” “I certainly appreciate your attention, but I don’t see how I deserve it.” “It is because someday, I would like you to mistress of all this. I would ask for nothing more in life than for you to be my wife. Only tell me if you could ever come to think of me in that manner.”
Struck with shock, Cara began silently crying. She couldn’t control herself; her hand went to her mouth. He became very agitated. “I’ve upset you. I’ve offended you, haven’t I?” “Oh no! Mr. Harting, I have already come to think of you that way. I wish nothing more myself.” You cannot imagine the jubilance on the part of the both of them. Mr. Harting had a difficult time leaving Cara with the Smiths; he wanted so much to remain in her presence.
When he returned to his home, Mr. Harting saw everything differently. These were to be the floors she could walk, the chairs she would grace, the table she would sit at, the piano she would play. Everything was to be hers, and he was to share in it.
Cara nearly ran upstairs to find Laura. “Laura! Thank goodness you’re here. Laura…(she was out of breath) Mr. Harting has asked me to marry him!” Laura jumped up mouth agape. “Tell me you consented.” “Of course I did!” Laura hugged her friend. “I’m so happy for you.” “Only you mustn’t tell anyone. We didn’t discuss whether we were telling people.” “Do you think him so very old now?” “Laura! Honestly,” she laughed. “What a happy, handsome couple.” “He is so handsome. He has the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I think him the most elegant man ever.” Laura contemplated. “I’ve often admired his hair. It is very dark and glossy.” “Laura, he is the best man in the world. I only hope you will find such a man.”
Mr. Harting came the very next day, as promised. He found Cara very much changed and grieved indeed. His first words were “what’s wrong dear?” “I like that very much.” “What?” “ ‘Dear’.” He took her hand. “Dear, what has upset you?” She pulled out a letter. “It’s from my parents, requesting I return as soon as possible.” “I shall write them.” “No, its better that I return home.” Mr. Harting’s heart sunk. “I’ve thought it over, and I should tell them about you before we announce our engagement.” Mr. Harting sighed, relieved, but still unhappy. “Then you must go?” “Yes, I will leave tomorrow. I’ll miss you.” “I shall miss you as well. I’ll be here all alone.” “They are very protective of me, I see no other way, but I shall write everyday.”
***
What Mr. Harting hoped would only be a matter of weeks, dragged on for ultimately two months. Cara, however, as she promised wrote everyday. She tried to write cheerful letters, but she was unhappy, lonely. She spent half of her time alone in her room, either holding a miniature Mr. Harting had given her of himself, or the handkerchief with his initials he had offered her when he proposed. Her parents worried that her bout in society had made her lack contentment with her own smaller society. She missed the companionship of Laura and longed for the companionship which Mr. Harting, or William as she now called him as promised. Being an only child, she knew her parents would be loath to part with her. What she did not realize was that it was her sweet nature that made her parents so protective of her, rather than her being their only offspring. Mr. Harting tried to understand that Cara was trying to soften their pain at the loss of such a dear daughter. Cara mentioned Mr. Harting so many times that she could not even begin to count. She commented on his great wealth, his goodness, his kindness, his good looks, and mostly the special attention he had paid her. Mrs. Lewis finally remarked “Cara, this Mr. Harting seems to have secured your good opinion.” “Yes, he has, mother.” “Have you secured his, my dear?” That night Cara quickly wrote a very short note.
Dearest William,
I believe it would be wise for you to write my father at this time. My mother has given her tacit agreement, and I can no longer be away from you, my dear. I love you, and wish to see you.
Yours,
Cara Lewis Harting
Upon receiving Cara’s note, Mr. Harting dashed out a letter to Mr. Lewis begging Miss Lewis’ hand.
Dear Sir,
As you do not know me, I will try to explain myself. I am a gentleman, much like yourself, and my estate is located very close to Mr. Smith’s house in town. I am a man of eight and twenty years. I write to you, because I am in love with your daughter, Miss Lewis. She has long endeared herself to me, and I hope I have shown her nothing but kindness. I wish to ask you for her hand in marriage. If she were to be my wife, she would want for nothing, and I would treat her with the same care as you and your wife have. I have the utmost respect for your daughter. I entreat you to allow me to visit your home in order to introduce myself and to show my obedience to your wife, daughter, and yourself.
Your servant,
William Harting
When Mr. Lewis received this request, he called in his daughter. “Kitten, I have received a letter from Mr. Harting. Do you know its content?” “Yes, father.” “Do you care for this man?” “Very much so, father.” “I certainly cannot deny such a man, but I worry about you.” “Father, not only do I love him, but also I respect him, which you have always deemed the most important. I could leave you and mother for no one else. I did not go looking for love, it just came.” “Then when he arrives, be assured I will wish him well.” Cara threw her arms around her father. “Thank you, dear father!”
***
Upon entering the Lewis’ home, Mr. Harting held mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was extremely anxious to see Cara, whom he had not seen now for two months. On the other hand, anxious in another manner, he hoped Mr. Lewis would be easy to talk to. He glanced around himself, vaguely contemplating her childhood home as a servant went for Mr. Lewis. He strode in, and the two men shook hands. “I’m sorry, Mr. Harting, I’m afraid I am the only one home this afternoon. Mrs. Lewis is out calling on neighbors, and Cara is out riding. Perhaps this is a blessing, we will have the opportunity to talk.” He motioned towards the library, and both men went in. Mr. Lewis sat at a desk facing a black leather chair, which Mr. Harting was motioned into. “Mr. Harting, let me begin. There is no need for you to prove yourself to me. I am aware of the great service you did my daughter, and indeed, my family when Cara was sick, and I cannot begin to thank you for that. My daughter assures me she holds you in the highest regard, and if my daughter respects you, I can do no less.” “Thank you sir. You and your daughter do me too great a justice. I must assure you, sir that she will be very well taken care of.” “No, you will do very well by her, of that I am sure.”
Just then as they were shaking hands, the door swung open, and in walked Cara. When she saw Mr. Harting, she had to control an urge to run to him, but she could not control a broad smile. “Excuse me,” she said backing out of the door. “That’s all right, Cara. Mr. Harting and I were just finishing. Shall we have tea?” Mr. Harting stepped forward and offered Cara his arm. Cara could scarcely control herself. William held her arm very close, and she thought to herself “now its for certain. I will be the wife of William Harting!”
Shortly, Mr. Lewis found cause to leave the room, and Mr. Harting and Cara were alone. Mr. Harting took up her hand and kissed it softly. Cara blushed prettily. “Cara, I don’t wish to rush you, but I would like very much to be married as soon as possible.” She looked down. “William…I must agree with you.” “You want to…how soon?” “Could we manage by the end of October? I realize that only gives us four weeks.” “Yes, I’ll write home immediately to have the house prepared for you.” “And we must arrange the wedding party. Who shall stand up for us?” “Anyone dear. I don’t mind as long as we are married.” “I’m afraid you are going to be terribly disappointed in me.” “Oh Cara! Why would you say such a thing?” “Well, I don’t want to say you’re lacking in good judgment, but I am a bit inexperienced and young. Aren’t you afraid I’ll make a terrible mess of your estate?” He laughed, “darling, do you want to know something? Such a thing never occurred to me. I have been worrying that you will be bored with my company.” “Oh William! How absurd.” He took up her hand again and pressed it to his chest.
***
William and Cara found extreme happiness in marriage, and Mr. Harting overcame his fear of childbirth after Cara brought three girls and a boy into the world. They were an intelligent, handsome, and talented group. Thanks to Cara’s influence, Mr. Harting was more open to society, and became a great favorite within it. Along with his sisters, the Lewis’ were frequent visitors, and they spoiled the children, as was their due. As for Laura, she married well, yet not quite as well as Cara, or perhaps it should be said Mr. Harting, yet she loved her husband as much as Cara did hers. Altogether, everything ended royally, even Mrs. Smith’s nerves were soothed a bit by the marriage of her daughter.
The End
