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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license + + +Title: Lothair + +Author: Benjamin Disraeli + +Release Date: April 5, 2012 [EBook #7835] +Last Updated: May 1, 2019 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LOTHAIR *** + + + + +Produced by K. Kay Shearin and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + LOTHAIR + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Benjamin Disraeli + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER 1 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER 2 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER 3 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER 4 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER 5 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER 6 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER 7 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER 8 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER 9 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER 10 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER 11 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER 12 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER 13 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER 14 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER 15 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER 16 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER 17 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER 18 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER 19 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER 20 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER 21 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER 22 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER 23 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER 24 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER 25 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER 26 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER 27 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER 28 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER 29 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER 30 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER 31 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER 32 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER 33 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER 34 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER 35 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER 36 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER 37 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER 38 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER 39 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0040"> CHAPTER 40 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0041"> CHAPTER 41 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0042"> CHAPTER 42 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0043"> CHAPTER 43 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0044"> CHAPTER 44 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0045"> CHAPTER 45 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0046"> CHAPTER 46 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0047"> CHAPTER 47 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0048"> CHAPTER 48 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0049"> CHAPTER 49 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0050"> CHAPTER 50 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0051"> CHAPTER 51 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0052"> CHAPTER 52 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0053"> CHAPTER 53 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0054"> CHAPTER 54 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0055"> CHAPTER 55 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0056"> CHAPTER 56 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0057"> CHAPTER 57 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0058"> CHAPTER 58 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0059"> CHAPTER 59 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0060"> CHAPTER 60 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0061"> CHAPTER 61 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0062"> CHAPTER 62 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0063"> CHAPTER 63 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0064"> CHAPTER 64 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0065"> CHAPTER 65 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0066"> CHAPTER 66 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0067"> CHAPTER 67 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0068"> CHAPTER 68 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0069"> CHAPTER 69 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0070"> CHAPTER 70 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0071"> CHAPTER 71 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0072"> CHAPTER 72 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0073"> CHAPTER 73 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0074"> CHAPTER 74 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0075"> CHAPTER 75 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0076"> CHAPTER 76 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0077"> CHAPTER 77 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0078"> CHAPTER 78 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0079"> CHAPTER 79 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0080"> CHAPTER 80 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0081"> CHAPTER 81 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0082"> CHAPTER 82 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0083"> CHAPTER 83 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0084"> CHAPTER 84 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0085"> CHAPTER 85 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0086"> CHAPTER 86 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0087"> CHAPTER 87 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0088"> CHAPTER 88 </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0089"> CHAPTER 89 </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 1 + </h2> + <p> + “I remember him a little boy,” said the duchess, “a pretty little boy, but + very shy. His mother brought him to us one day. She was a dear friend of + mine; you know she was one of my bridesmaids?” + </p> + <p> + “And you have never seen him since, mamma?” inquired a married daughter, + who looked like the younger sister of her mother. + </p> + <p> + “Never; he was an orphan shortly after; I have often reproached myself, + but it is so difficult to see boys. Then, he never went to school, but was + brought up in the Highlands with a rather savage uncle; and if he and + Bertram had not become friends at Christchurch, I do not well see how we + ever could have known him.” + </p> + <p> + These remarks were made in the morning-room of Brentham, where the + mistress of the mansion sat surrounded by her daughters, all occupied with + various works. One knitted a purse, another adorned a slipper a third + emblazoned a page. Beautiful forms in counsel leaned over frames + embroidery, while two fair sisters more remote occasionally burst into + melody as they tried the passages of a new air, which had been dedicated + to them in the manuscript of some devoted friend. + </p> + <p> + The duchess, one of the greatest heiresses of Britain, singularly beautify + and gifted with native grace, had married in her teens one of the + wealthiest and most powerful of our nobles, and scarcely order than + herself. Her husband was as distinguished for his appearance and his + manners as his bride, and those who speculate on race were interested in + watching the development of their progeny, who in form and color, and + voice, and manner, and mind, were a reproduction of their parents, who + seemed only the elder brother and sister of a gifted circle. The daughters + with one exception came first, and all met the same fate. After seventeen + years of a delicious home they were presented, and immediately married; + and all to personages of high consideration. After the first conquest, + this fate seemed as regular as the order of Nature. Then came a son, who + was now at Christchurch, and then several others, some at school, and some + scarcely out of the nursery. There was one daughter unmarried, and she was + to be presented next season. Though the family likeness was still apparent + in Lady Corisande, in general expression she differed from her sisters. + They were all alike with their delicate aquiline noses, bright + complexions, short upper lips, and eyes of sunny light. The beauty of Lady + Corisande was even more distinguished and more regular, but whether it + were the effect of her dark-brown hair and darker eyes, her countenance + had not the lustre of the rest, and its expression was grave and perhaps + pensive. + </p> + <p> + The duke, though still young, and naturally of a gay and joyous + temperament, had a high sense of duty, and strong domestic feelings. He + was never wanting in his public place, and he was fond of his wife and his + children; still more, proud of them. Every day when he looked into the + glass, and gave the last touch to his consummate toilet, he offered his + grateful thanks to Providence that his family was not unworthy of him. + </p> + <p> + His grace was accustomed to say that he had only one misfortune, and it + was a great one; he had no home. His family had married so many heiresses, + and he, consequently, possessed so many halls and castles, at all of + which, periodically, he wished, from a right feeling, to reside, that + there was no sacred spot identified with his life in which his heart, in + the bustle and tumult of existence, could take refuge. Brentham was the + original seat of his family, and he was even passionately fond of it; but + it was remarkable how very short a period of his yearly life was passed + under its stately roof. So it was his custom always to repair to Brentham + the moment the season was over, and he would exact from his children, + that, however short might be the time, they would be his companions under + those circumstances. The daughters loved Brentham, and they loved to + please their father; but the sons-in-law, though they were what is called + devoted to their wives, and, unusual as it may seem, scarcely less + attached to their legal parents, did not fall very easily into this + arrangement. The country in August without sport was unquestionably to + them a severe trial: nevertheless, they rarely omitted making their + appearance, and, if they did occasionally vanish, sometimes to Cowes, + sometimes to Switzerland, sometimes to Norway, they always wrote to their + wives, and always alluded to their immediate or approaching return; and + their letters gracefully contributed to the fund of domestic amusement. + </p> + <p> + And yet it would be difficult to find a fairer scene than Brentham + offered, especially in the lustrous effulgence of a glorious English + summer. It was an Italian palace of freestone; vast, ornate, and in + scrupulous condition; its spacious and graceful chambers filled with + treasures of art, and rising itself from statued and stately terraces. At + their foot spread a gardened domain of considerable extent, bright with + flowers, dim with coverts of rare shrubs, and musical with fountains. Its + limit reached a park, with timber such as the midland counties only can + produce. The fallow deer trooped among its ferny solitudes and gigantic + oaks; but, beyond the waters of the broad and winding lake, the scene + became more savage, and the eye caught the dark forms of the red deer on + some jutting mount, shrinking with scorn from communion with his gentler + brethren. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 2 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair was the little boy whom the duchess remembered. He was a + posthumous child, and soon lost a devoted mother. His only relation was + one of his two guardians, a Scotch noble—a Presbyterian and a Whig. + This uncle was a widower with some children, but they were girls, and, + though Lothair was attached to them, too young to be his companions. Their + father was a keen, hard man, honorable and just but with no softness of + heart or manner. He guarded with precise knowledge and with unceasing + vigilance over Lothair’s vast inheritance, which was in many counties and + in more than one kingdom; but he educated him in a Highland home, and when + he had reached boyhood thought fit to send him to the High School of + Edinburgh. Lothair passed a monotonous, if not a dull, life; but he found + occasional solace in the scenes of a wild and beautiful nature, and + delight in all the sports of the field and forest, in which he was early + initiated and completely indulged. Although an Englishman, he was fifteen + before he re-visited his country, and then his glimpses of England were + brief, and to him scarcely satisfactory. He was hurried sometimes to vast + domains, which he heard were his own; and sometimes whisked to the huge + metropolis, where he was shown St. Paul’s and the British-Museum. These + visits left a vague impression of bustle without kindness and exhaustion + without excitement; and he was glad to get back to his glens, to the moor + and the mountain-streams. + </p> + <p> + His father, in the selection of his guardians, had not contemplated this + system of education. While he secured by the appointment of his + brother-in-law, the most competent and trustworthy steward of his son’s + fortune, he had depended on another for that influence which should mould + the character, guide the opinions, and form the tastes of his child. The + other guardian was a clergyman, his father’s private tutor and + heart-friend; scarcely his parent’s senior, but exercising over him + irresistible influence, for he was a man of shining talents and abounding + knowledge, brilliant and profound. But unhappily, shortly after Lothair + became an orphan, this distinguished man seceded from the Anglican + communion, and entered the Church of Rome. From this moment there was war + between the guardians. The uncle endeavored to drive his colleague from + the trust: in this he failed, for the priest would not renounce his + office. The Scotch noble succeeded, however, in making it a fruitless one: + he thwarted every suggestion that emanated from the obnoxious quarter; + and, indeed, the secret reason of the almost constant residence of Lothair + in Scotland, and of his harsh education, was the fear of his relative, + that the moment he crossed the border he might, by some mysterious + process, fall under the influence that his guardian so much dreaded and + detested. + </p> + <p> + There was, however, a limit to these severe precautions, even before + Lothair should reach his majority. His father had expressed in his will + that his son should be educated at the University of Oxford, and at the + same college of which he had been a member. His uncle was of opinion he + complied with the spirit of this instruction by sending Lothair to the + University of Edinburgh, which would give the last tonic to his moral + system; and then commenced a celebrated chancery-suit, instituted by the + Roman Catholic guardian, in order to enforce a literal compliance with the + educational condition of the will. The uncle looked upon this movement as + a popish plot, and had recourse to every available allegation and argument + to baffle it: but ultimately in vain. With every precaution to secure his + Protestant principles, and to guard against the influence, or even + personal interference of his Roman Catholic guardian, the lord-chancellor + decided that Lothair should be sent to Christchurch. + </p> + <p> + Here Lothair, who had never been favored with a companion of his own age + and station, soon found a congenial one in the heir of Brentham. + Inseparable in pastime, not dissociated even in study, sympathizing + companionship soon ripened into fervent friendship. They lived so much + together that the idea of separation became not only painful but + impossible; and, when vacation arrived, and Brentham was to be visited by + its future lord, what more natural than that it should be arranged that + Lothair should be a visitor to his domain? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 3 + </h2> + <p> + Although Lothair was the possessor of as many palaces and castles as the + duke himself, it is curious that his first dinner at Brentham was almost + his introduction into refined society. He had been a guest at the + occasional banquets of his uncle; but these were festivals of the Picts + and Scots; rude plenty and coarse splendor, with noise instead of + conversation, and a tumult of obstructive defendants, who impeded, by + their want of skill, the very convenience which they were purposed to + facilitate. How different the surrounding scene! A table covered with + flowers, bright with fanciful crystal, and porcelain that had belonged to + sovereigns, who had given a name to its color or its form. As for those + present, all seemed grace and gentleness, from the radiant daughters of + the house to the noiseless attendants that anticipated all his wants, and + sometimes seemed to suggest his wishes. + </p> + <p> + Lothair sat between two of the married daughters. They addressed him with + so much sympathy that he was quite enchanted. When they asked their pretty + questions and made their sparkling remarks, roses seemed to drop from + their lips, and sometimes diamonds. It was a rather large party, for the + Brentham family were so numerous that they themselves made a festival. + There were four married daughters, the duke and two sons-in-law, a + clergyman or two, and some ladies and gentlemen who were seldom absent + from this circle, and who, by their useful talents and various + accomplishments, alleviated the toil or cares of life from which even + princes are not exempt. + </p> + <p> + When the ladies had retired to the duchess’s drawing-room, all the married + daughters clustered round their mother. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know, mamma, we all think him very good-looking,” said the + youngest married daughter, the wife of the listless and handsome St. + Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “And not at all shy,” said Lady Montairy, “though reserved.” + </p> + <p> + “I admire deep-blue eyes with dark lashes,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding the decision of Lady Montairy, Lothair was scarcely free + from embarrassment when he rejoined the ladies; and was so afraid of + standing alone, or talking only to men, that he was almost on the point of + finding refuge in his dinner-companions, had not he instinctively felt + that this would have been a social blunder. But the duchess relieved him: + her gracious glance caught his at the right moment, and she rose and met + him some way as he advanced. The friends had arrived so late, that Lothair + had had only time to make a reverence of ceremony before dinner. + </p> + <p> + “It is not our first meeting,” said her grace; “but that you cannot + remember.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed I do,” said Lothair, “and your grace gave me a golden heart.” + </p> + <p> + “How can you remember such things,” exclaimed the duchess, “which I had + myself forgotten!” + </p> + <p> + “I have rather a good memory,” replied Lothair; “and it is not wonderful + that I should remember this, for it is the only present that ever was made + me.” + </p> + <p> + The evenings at Brentham were short, but they were sweet. It was a musical + family, without being fanatical on the subject. There was always music, + but it was not permitted that the guests should be deprived of other + amusements. But music was the basis of the evening’s campaigns. The duke + himself sometimes took a second; the four married daughters warbled + sweetly; but the great performer was Lady Corisande. When her impassioned + tones sounded, there was a hushed silence in every chamber; otherwise, + many things were said and done amid accompanying melodies, that animated + without distracting even a whistplayer. The duke himself rather preferred + a game of piquet or cart with Captain Mildmay, and sometimes retired with + a troop to a distant, but still visible, apartment, where they played with + billiard-balls games which were not billiards. + </p> + <p> + The ladies had retired, the duke had taken his glass of seltzer-water, and + had disappeared. The gentry lingered and looked at each other, as if they + were an assembly of poachers gathering for an expedition, and then Lord + St. Aldegonde, tall, fair, and languid, said to Lothair, “do you smoke?” + </p> + <p> + “No!” + </p> + <p> + “I should have thought Bertram would have seduced you by this time. Then + let us try. Montairy will give you one of his cigarettes, so mild that his + wife never finds him out.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 4 + </h2> + <p> + The breakfast-room at Brentham was very bright. It opened on a garden of + its own, which, at this season, was so glowing, and cultured into patterns + so fanciful and finished, that it had the resemblance of a vast mosaic. + The walls of the chamber were covered with bright drawings and sketches of + our modern masters, and frames of interesting miniatures, and the meal was + served on half a dozen or more round tables, which vied with each other in + grace and merriment; brilliant as a cluster of Greek or Italian republics, + instead of a great metropolitan table, like a central government absorbing + all the genius and resources of the society. + </p> + <p> + Every scene In this life at Brentham charmed Lothair, who, though not + conscious of being of a particularly gloomy temper, often felt that he + had, somehow or other, hitherto passed through life rarely with pleasure, + and never with joy. + </p> + <p> + After breakfast the ladies retired to their morning-room, and the + gentlemen strolled to the stables, Lord St. Aldegonde lighting a Manilla + cheroot of enormous length. As Lothair was very fond of horses, this + delighted him. The stables at Brentham were rather too far from the house, + but they were magnificent, and the stud worthy of them. It was numerous + and choice, and, above all it was useful. It could supply a readier + number of capital riding-horses than any stable in England. Brentham was a + great riding family. In the summer season the duke delighted to head a + numerous troop, penetrate far into the country, and scamper home to a + nine-o’clock dinner. All the ladies of the house were fond and fine + horse-women. The mount of one of these riding-parties was magical. The + dames and damsels vaulted on their barbs, and genets, and thorough-bred + hacks, with such airy majesty; they were absolutely overwhelming with + their bewildering habits and their bewitching hats. + </p> + <p> + Every thing was so new in this life at Brentham to Lothair, as well as so + agreeable, that the first days passed by no means rapidly; for, though it + sounds strange, time moves with equal slowness whether we experience many + impressions or none. In a new circle every character is a study, and every + incident an adventure; and the multiplicity of the images and emotions + restrains the hours. But after a few days, though Lothair was not less + delighted, for he was more so, he was astonished at the rapidity of time. + The life was exactly the same, but equally pleasant; the same charming + companions, the same refined festivity, the same fascinating amusements; + but to his dismay Lothair recollected that nearly a fortnight had elapsed + since his arrival. Lord St. Aldegonde also was on the wing; he was obliged + to go to Cowes to see a sick friend, though he considerately left Bertha + behind him. The other son-in-law remained, for he could not tear himself + away from his wife. He was so distractedly fond of Lady Montairy that he + would only smoke cigarettes. Lothair felt it was time to go, and he broke + the circumstance to his friend Bertram. + </p> + <p> + These two “old fellows,” as they mutually described each other, could not + at all agree as to the course to be pursued. Bertram looked upon Lothair’s + suggestion as an act of desertion from himself. At their time of life, the + claims of friendship are paramount. And where could Lothair go to? And + what was there to do? Nowhere, and nothing. Whereas, if he would remain a + little longer, as the duke expected and also the duchess, Bertram would go + with him anywhere he liked, and do any thing he chose. So Lothair + remained. + </p> + <p> + In the evening, seated by Lady Montairy, Lothair observed on her sister’s + singing, and said, “I never heard any of our great singers, but I cannot + believe there is a finer voice in existence.” + </p> + <p> + “Corisande’s is a fine voice,” said Lady Montairy, “but I admire her + expression more than her tone; for there are certainly many finer voices, + and some day you will hear them.” + </p> + <p> + “But I prefer expression,” said Lothair very decidedly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes! doubtless,” said Lady Montairy, who was working a purse, “and + that’s what we all want, I believe; at least we married daughters, they + say. My brother, Granville St. Aldegonde, says we are all too much alike, + and that Bertha St. Aldegonde would be parallel if she had no sisters.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t at all agree with Lord St. Aldegonde,” said Lothair, with energy. + “I do not think it is possible to have too many relatives like you and + your sisters.” + </p> + <p> + Lady Montairy looked up with a smile, but she did not meet a smiling + countenance. He seemed, what is called an earnest young man, this friend + of her brother Bertram. + </p> + <p> + At this moment the duke sent swift messengers for all: to come, even the + duchess, to partake in a new game just arrived from Russia, some + miraculous combination of billiard-balls. Some rose directly, some + lingering a moment arranging their work, but all were in motion. Corisande + was at the piano, and disencumbering herself of some music. Lothair went + up to her rather abruptly: + </p> + <p> + “Your singing,” he said, “is the finest thing I ever heard. I am so happy + that I am not going to leave Brentham to-morrow. There is no place in the + world that I think equal to Brentham.” + </p> + <p> + “And I love it, too, and no other place,” she replied; “and I should be + quite happy if I never left it.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 5 + </h2> + <p> + Lord Montairy was passionately devoted to croquet. He flattered himself + that he was the most accomplished male performer existing. He would have + thought absolutely the most accomplished, were it not for the unrivalled + feats of Lady Montairy. She was the queen of croquet. Her sisters also + used the mallet with admirable skill, but not like Georgina. Lord Montairy + always looked forward to his summer croquet at Brentham. It was a great + croquet family, the Brentham family; even listless Lord St. Aldegonde + would sometimes play, with a cigar never out of his mouth. They did not + object to his smoking in the air. On the contrary, “they rather liked it.” + Captain Mildmay, too, was a brilliant hand, and had written a treatise on + croquet—the best going. + </p> + <p> + There was a great croquet-party one morning at Brentham. Some neighbors + had been invited who loved the sport. Mr. Blenkinsop a grave young + gentleman, whose countenance never relaxed while he played, and who was + understood to give his mind entirely up to croquet. He was the owner of + the largest estate in the county, and it was thought would have very much + liked to have allied himself with one of the young ladies of the house of + Brentham; but these flowers were always plucked so quickly, that his + relations with the distinguished circle never grew more intimate than + croquet. He drove over with some fine horses, and several cases and bags + containing instruments and weapons for the fray. His sister came with him, + who had forty thousand pounds, but, they said, in some mysterious manner + dependent on his consent to her marriage; and it was added that Mr. + Blenkinsop would not allow his sister to marry because he would miss her + so much in his favorite pastime. There were some other morning visitors, + and one or two young curates in cassocks. + </p> + <p> + It seemed to Lothair a game of great deliberation and of more interest + than gayety, though sometimes a cordial cheer, and sometimes a ringing + laugh of amiable derision, notified a signal triumph or a disastrous + failure. But the scene was brilliant: a marvellous lawn, the duchess’s + Turkish tent with its rich hangings, and the players themselves, the + prettiest of all the spectacle, with their coquettish hats, and their + half-veiled and half-revealed under-raiment scarlet and silver, or blue + and gold, made up a sparkling and modish scene. + </p> + <p> + Lothair, who had left the players for a while, and was regaining the lawn, + met the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “Your grace is not going to leave us, I hope?” he said, rather anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “For a moment. I have long promised to visit the new dairy; and I think + this a good opportunity.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I might be your companion,” said Lothair; and, invited, he was by + her grace’s side. + </p> + <p> + They turned into a winding walk of thick and fragrant shrubs, and, after a + while, they approached a dell, surrounded with high trees that environed + it with perpetual shade; in the centre of the dell was apparently a Gothic + shrine, fair in design and finished in execution, and this was the + duchess’s new dairy. A pretty sight is a first-rate dairy, with its + flooring of fanciful tiles, and its cool and shrouded chambers, its + stained windows and its marble slabs, and porcelain pans of cream, and + plenteous platters of fantastically-formed butter. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Woods and her dairy-maids look like a Dutch picture,” said the + duchess. “Were you ever in Holland?” + </p> + <p> + “I have never been anywhere,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “You should travel,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “I have no wish,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “The duke has given me some Coreean fowls,” said the duchess to Mrs. + Woods, when they had concluded their visit. “Do you think you could take + care of them for me?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Grace, I am sure I will do my best; but then they are very + troublesome, and I was not fortunate with my Cochin. I had rather they + were sent to the aviary, Grace, if it were all the same.” + </p> + <p> + “I should so like to see the aviary,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, we will go.” + </p> + <p> + And this rather extended their walk, and withdrew them more from the great + amusement of the day. + </p> + <p> + “I wish your grace would do me a great favor,” said Lothair, abruptly + breaking a rather prolonged silence. + </p> + <p> + “And what is that?” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “It is a very great favor,” repeated Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “If it be in my power to grant it, its magnitude would only be an + additional recommendation.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Lothair, blushing deeply, and speaking with much agitation, + “I would ask your grace’s permission to offer my hand to your daughter.” + </p> + <p> + The duchess I looked amazed. “Corisande!” she exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, to Lady Corisande.” + </p> + <p> + “Corisande,” replied the duchess, after a pause, “has absolutely not yet + entered the world. Corisande is a child; and you—you, my dear friend—I + am sure you will pardon me If I say, so—you are not very much older + than Corisande.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no wish to enter the world,” said Lothair, with much decision. + </p> + <p> + “I am not an enemy to youthful marriages,” said the duchess. “I married + early myself, and my children married early; and I am very happy, and I + hope they are; but some experience of society before we settle is most + desirable, and is one of the conditions, I cannot but believe, of that + felicity which we all seek.” + </p> + <p> + “I hate society,” said Lothair. “I would never go out of my domestic + circle, if it were the circle I contemplate.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear young friend,” said the duchess, “you could hardly have seen + enough of society to speak with so much decision.” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen quite enough of it,” said Lothair. “I went to an evening + party last season—I came up from Christchurch on purpose for it—and + if ever they catch me at another, they shall inflict any penalty they + please.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear it was a stupid party,” said the duchess, smiling, and glad to + turn, if possible, the conversation into a lighter vein. + </p> + <p> + “No, it was a very grand party, I believe, and not exactly stupid—it + was not that; but I was disgusted with all I saw and all I heard. It + seemed to me a mass of affectation, falsehood, and malignity.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! dear,” said the duchess, “how very dreadful! But I did not mean + merely going to parties for society; I meant knowledge of the world, and + that experience which enables us to form sound opinions on the affairs of + life.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! as for that,” said Lothair, “my opinions are already formed on every + subject; that is to say, every subject of importance; and, what is more, + they will never change.” + </p> + <p> + “I could not say that of Corisande,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “I think we agree on all the great things,” said Lothair, musingly. “Her + church views may be a little higher than mine, but I do not anticipate any + permanent difficulty on that head. Although my uncle made me go to kirk, I + always hated it and always considered myself a churchman. Then, as to + churches themselves, she is in favor of building churches, and so am I; + and schools—there is no quantity of schools I would not establish. + My opinion is, you cannot have too much education, provided it be founded + on a religious basis. I would sooner renounce the whole of my inheritance + than consent to secular education.” + </p> + <p> + “I should be sorry to see any education but a religious education,” + remarked the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” said Lothair, “that is our life, or a great part of it. To + complete it, here is that to which I really wish to devote my existence, + and in which I instinctively feel Lady Corisande would sympathize with me—the + extinction of pauperism.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a vast subject;” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “It is the terror of Europe and the disgrace of Britain,” said Lothair; + “and I am resolved to grapple with it. It seems to me that pauperism is + not an affair so much of wages as of dwellings. If the working-classes + were properly lodged, at their present rate of wages, they would be + richer. They would be healthier and happier at the same cost. I am so + convinced of this, that the moment I am master, I shall build two thousand + cottages on any estates. I have the designs already.” + </p> + <p> + “I am much in favor of improved dwellings for the poor,” said the duchess; + “but then you must take care that your dwellings are cottages, and not + villas like my cousin’s, the Duke of Luton.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not think I shall make that mistake,” replied Lothair. “It + constantly engages my thought. I am wearied of hearing of my wealth, and I + am conscious it has never brought me any happiness. I have lived a great + deal alone, dearest duchess, and thought much of these things, but I feel + now I should be hardly equal to the effort, unless I had a happy home to + fall back upon.” + </p> + <p> + “And you will have a happy home in due time,” said the duchess; “and with + such good and great thoughts you deserve one. But take the advice of one + who loved your mother, and who would extend to you the same affection as + to her own children; before you take a step which cannot be recalled, see + a little more of the world.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair shook his head. “No,” he said, after a pause. “My idea of perfect + society is being married as I propose, and paying visits to Brentham; and + when the visits to Brentham ceased, then I should like you and the duke to + pay visits to us.” + </p> + <p> + “But that would be a fairy-tale,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + So they walked on in silence. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly and abruptly Lothair turned to the duchess and said, “Does your + grace see objection to my speaking to your daughter?” + </p> + <p> + “Dear friend, indeed, yes. What you would say would only agitate and + disturb Corisande. Her character is not yet formed, and its future is + perplexing, at least to me,” murmured the mother. “She has not the simple + nature of her sisters. It is a deeper and more complicated mind, and I + watch its development with fond, but anxious interest.” Then, in a lighter + tone, she added, “You do not know very much of us. Try to know more. + Everybody under this roof views you with regard, and you are the brother + friend of our eldest son. Wherever we are, you will always find a home; + but do not touch again upon this subject, at least at present, for it + distresses me.” And then she took his arm, and pressed it, and by this + time they had gained the croquet-ground. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 6 + </h2> + <p> + One of the least known squares in London is Hexham Square, though it is + one of the oldest. Not that it is very remote from the throng of + existence, but it is isolated in a dingy district of silent and decaying + streets. Once it was a favored residence of opulence and power, and its + architecture still indicates its former and prouder destiny. But its noble + mansions are now divided and broken up into separate dwellings, or have + been converted into chambers and offices. Lawyers, and architects, and + agents, dwell in apartments where the richly-sculptured chimney-pieces, + the carved and gilded pediments over the doors, and sometimes even the + painted ceilings, tell a tale of vanished stateliness and splendor. + </p> + <p> + A considerable portion of the north side of the square is occupied by one + house standing in a courtyard, with iron gates to the thoroughfare. This + is Hexham House, and where Lord Hexham lived in the days of the first + Georges. It is reduced in size since his time, two considerable wings, + having been pulled down about sixty years ago, and their materials + employed in building some residences of less pretension. But the body of + the dwelling-house remains, and the court-yard, though reduced in size, + has been retained. + </p> + <p> + Hexham House has an old oak entrance-hall panelled with delicacy, and + which has escaped the rifling of speculators in furniture; and out of it + rises a staircase of the same material, of a noble character, adorned + occasionally with figures; armorial animals holding shields, and sometimes + a grotesque form rising from fruits and flowers, all doubtless the work of + some famous carver. The staircase led to a corridor, on which several + doors open, and through one of these, at the moment of our history, a man, + dressed in a dark cassock, and holding a card in his hand, was entering a + spacious chamber, meagrely, but not shabbily, furnished. There was a rich + cabinet and a fine picture. In the next room, not less spacious, but which + had a more inhabited look, a cheerful fire, tables covered with books and + papers, and two individuals busily at work with their pens; he gave the + card to a gentleman who wore also the cassock, and who stood before the + fire with a book in his hand, and apparently dictating to one of the + writers. + </p> + <p> + “Impossible!” said the gentleman shaking his head; “I could not even go + in, as Monsignore Berwick is with his eminence.” + </p> + <p> + “But what shall I do?” said the attendant; “his eminence said that when + Mr. Giles called he never was to be denied.” + </p> + <p> + “The monsignore has been here a long time; you must beg Mr. Giles to wait. + Make him comfortable; give him a newspaper; not the Tablet, the Times; men + like Mr. Giles love reading the advertisements. Or stop, give him this, + his eminence’s lecture on geology; it will show him the Church has no fear + of science. Ah! there’s my bell; Mr. Giles will not have to wait long.” So + saying, the gentleman put down his volume and disappeared, through an + antechamber, into a farther apartment. + </p> + <p> + It was a library, of moderate dimensions, and yet its well-filled shelves + contained all the weapons of learning and controversy which the deepest + and the most active of ecclesiastical champions could require. It was + unlike modern libraries, for it was one in which folios greatly + predominated; and they stood in solemn and sometimes magnificent array, + for they bore, many of them, on their ancient though costly bindings, the + proofs that they had belonged to many a prince and even sovereign of the + Church. Over the mantel-piece hung a portrait of his holiness Pius IX., + and on the table, in the midst of many papers, was an ivory crucifix. + </p> + <p> + The master of the library had risen from his seat when the chief secretary + entered, and was receiving an obeisance. Above the middle height, his + stature seemed magnified by the attenuation of his form. It seemed that + the soul never had so frail and fragile a tenement. He was dressed in a + dark cassock with a red border, and wore scarlet stockings; and over his + cassock a purple tippet, and on his breast a small golden cross. His + countenance was naturally of an extreme pallor, though at this moment + slightly flushed with the animation of a deeply-interesting conference. + His cheeks were hollow, and his gray eyes seemed sunk into his clear and + noble brow, but they flashed with irresistible penetration. Such was + Cardinal Grandison. + </p> + <p> + “All that I can do is,” said his eminence, when his visitor was ushered + out, and slightly shrugging his shoulders, “is to get it postponed until I + go to Rome, and even then I must not delay my visit. This crossing the + Alps in winter is a trial—but we must never repine; and there is + nothing which we must not encounter to prevent incalculable mischief. The + publication of the Scotch hierarchy at this moment will destroy the labors + of years. And yet they will not see it! I cannot conceive who is urging + them, for I am sure they must have some authority from home.—You + have something for me, Chidioch,” he added inquiringly, for his keen eye + caught the card. + </p> + <p> + “I regret to trouble your eminence when you need repose, but the bearer of + this card seems to have been importunate, and to have appealed to, your + name and personal orders;” and he gave the cardinal the card. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the cardinal, looking at the card with much interest; “this is + a person I must always see.” + </p> + <p> + And so, in due course, they ushered into the library a gentleman with a + crimson and well-stuffed bag, of a composed yet cheerful aspect, who + addressed the cardinal with respect but without embarrassment, saying, “I + am ashamed to trouble your eminence with only matters of form—absolutely + mere matters of form; but I obey, Sir, your own instructions.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not for me to depreciate form,” replied the cardinal; “and in + business there are no mere matters of form.” + </p> + <p> + “Merely the wood accounts,” continued the visitor; “they must be approved + by both the guardians or the money cannot be received by the bankers. Your + eminence, you see, has sanctioned the felling, and authorized the sales, + and these are the final accounts, which must be signed before we pay in.” + </p> + <p> + “Give them to me,” said the cardinal, stretching out both his hands as he + received a mass of paper folios. His eminence resumed his chair, and + hastily examined the sheets. “Ah!” he said, “no ordinary felling—it + reaches over seven counties. By-the-by, Bracewood Forest—what about + the enclosure? I have heard no more of it.” Then, murmuring to himself—“Grentham + Wood—how well I remember Grentham Wood, with his dear father!” + </p> + <p> + “If we could sign today,” said the visitor in a tone of professional + cajolery; “time is important.” + </p> + <p> + “And it shall not be wasted,” replied the cardinal. “But I must look over + the accounts. I doubt not all is quite regular, but I wish to make myself + a little familiar with the scene of action; perhaps to recall the past,” + he added. “You shall have them to-morrow, Mr. Giles.” + </p> + <p> + “Your eminence will have very different accounts to settle in a short + time,” said Mr. Giles, smiling. “We are hard at work; it takes three of + our clerks constantly occupied.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have yet got time.” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know that,” said Mr. Giles. “The affairs are very large. And the + mines—they give us the greatest trouble. Our Mr. James Roundell was + two months in Wales last year about them. It took up the whole of his + vacation. And your eminence must remember that time flies. In less than + eight months he will be of age.” + </p> + <p> + “Very true,” said the cardinal; “time indeed flies, and so much to be + done! By-the-by, Mr. Giles, have you by any chance heard any thing lately + of my child?” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard of him a good deal of late, for a client of ours, Lord + Montairy, met him at Brentham this summer, and was a long time there with + him. After that, I hear, he went deer-stalking with some of his young + friends; but he is not very fond of Scotland; had rather too much of it, I + suspect; but the truth is, sir, I saw him this very day.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” + </p> + <p> + “Some affairs have brought him up to town, and I rather doubt whether he + will return to Oxford—at least, so he talks.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I have never seen him since he was an infant, I might say,” said the + cardinal. “I suppose I shall see him again, if only when I resign my + trust; but I know not. And yet few things would be more interesting to me + than to meet him!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Giles seemed moved, for him almost a little embarrassed; he seemed to + blush, and then he cleared his throat. “It would be too great a liberty,” + said Mr. Giles, “I feel that very much—and yet, if your eminence + would condescend, though I hardly suppose it possible, his lordship is + really going to do us the honor of dining with us to-day; only a few + friends, and if your eminence could make the sacrifice, and it were not an + act of too great presumption, to ask your eminence to join our party.” + </p> + <p> + “I never eat and I never drink,” said the cardinal. “I am sorry to say I + cannot. I like dinner society very much. You see the world, and you hear + things which you do not hear otherwise. For a time I presumed to accept + invitations, though I sat with an empty plate, but, though the world was + indulgent to me, I felt that my habits were an embarrassment to the + happier feasters: it was not fair, and so I gave it up. But I tell you + what, Mr. Giles: I shall be in your quarter this evening: perhaps you + would permit me to drop in and pay my respects to Mrs. Giles—I have + wished to do so before.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 7 + </h2> + <p> + Mr. Giles was a leading partner in the firm of Roundells, Giles, and + Roundell, among the most eminent solicitors of Lincoln’s Inn. He, in those + days of prolonged maturity, might be described as still a young man. He + had inherited from his father not only a large share in a first-rate + business, but no inconsiderable fortune; and though he had, in her + circles, a celebrated wife, he had no children. He was opulent and + prosperous, with no cares and anxieties of his own, and loved his + profession, for which he was peculiarly qualified, being a man of uncommon + sagacity, very difficult to deceive, and yet one who sympathized with his + clients, who were all personally attached to him, and many of whom were + among the distinguished personages of the realm. + </p> + <p> + During an important professional visit to Ireland, Mr. Giles had made the + acquaintance of Miss Apollonia Smylie, the niece of an Irish peer; and, + though the lady was much admired and courted, had succeeded, after a time, + in inducing her to become the partner of his life. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Giles, or, as she described herself, Mrs. Putney Giles, taking + advantage of a second and territorial Christian name of her husband, was a + showy woman; decidedly handsome, unquestionably accomplished, and gifted + with energy and enthusiasm which far exceeded even her physical + advantages. Her principal mission was to destroy the papacy and to secure + Italian unity. Her lesser impulses were to become acquainted with the + aristocracy, and to be herself surrounded by celebrities. Having a fine + house in Tyburnia, almost as showy as herself, and a husband who was never + so happy as when gratifying her wishes, she did not find it difficult in a + considerable degree to pursue and even accomplish her objects. The Putney + Giles gave a great many dinners, and Mrs. Putney received her world + frequently, if not periodically. As they entertained with profusion, her + well-lighted saloons were considerably attended. These assemblies were + never dull; the materials not being ordinary, often startling, sometimes + even brilliant, occasionally rather heterogeneous. For, though being a + violent Protestant, and of extreme conservative opinions, her antipapal + antipathies and her Italian predilections frequently involved her with + acquaintances not so distinguished as she deemed herself for devotion to + the cause of order and orthodoxy. It was rumored that the brooding brow of + Mazzini had been observed in her rooms, and there was no sort of question + that she had thrown herself in ecstatic idolatry at the feet of the hero + of Caprera. + </p> + <p> + On the morning of the day on which he intended to visit Cardinal + Grandison, Mr. Giles, in his chambers at Lincoln’s Inn, was suddenly + apprised, by a clerk, that an interview with him was sought by a client no + less distinguished than Lothair. + </p> + <p> + Although Mr. Giles sat opposite two rows of tin boxes, each of which was + numbered, and duly inscribed with the name of Lothair and that of the + particular estate to which it referred, Mr. Giles, though he had had + occasional communications with his client, was personally unacquainted + with him. He viewed, therefore, with no ordinary curiosity the young man + who was ushered into his room; a shapely youth slightly above the middle + height; of simple, but distinguished mien, with a countenance naturally + pale, though somewhat bronzed by a life of air and exercise, and a + profusion of dark-auburn hair. + </p> + <p> + And for what could Lothair be calling on Mr. Giles? + </p> + <p> + It seems that one of Lothair’s intimate companions had got into a scrape, + and under these circumstances had what is styled “made a friend” of + Lothair; that is to say, confided to him his trouble, and asked his + advice, with a view, when given, of its being followed by an offer of + assistance. + </p> + <p> + Lothair, though inexperienced, and very ingenuous, was not devoid of a + certain instinctive perception of men and things, which rendered it + difficult for him to be an easy prey. His natural disposition, and his + comparatively solitary education, had made him a keen observer, and he was + one who meditated over his observations. But he was naturally generous and + sensible of kindness; and this was a favorite companion—next to + Bertram, his most intimate. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was quite happy in the opportunity of soothing a perturbed spirit + whose society had been to him a source of so much gratification. + </p> + <p> + It was not until Lothair had promised to extricate his friend from his + whelming difficulties, that, upon examination, he found the act on his + part was not so simple and so easy as he had assumed it to be. His + guardians had apportioned to him an allowance in every sense adequate to + his position; and there was no doubt, had he wished to exceed it for any + legitimate purpose, not the slightest difficulty on their part would have + been experienced. + </p> + <p> + Such a conjuncture had never occurred. Lothair was profuse, but he was not + prodigal. He gratified all his fancies, but they were not ignoble ones; + and he was not only sentimentally, but systematically, charitable. He had + a great number of fine horses, and he had just paid for an expensive + yacht. In a word, he spent a great deal of money, and until he called at + his bankers to learn what sums were at his disposition he was not aware + that he had overdrawn his account. + </p> + <p> + This was rather awkward. Lothair wanted a considerable sum, and he wanted + it at once. Irrespective of the consequent delay, he shrunk from any + communication with his guardians. From his uncle he had become, almost + insensibly, estranged, and with his other guardian he had never had the + slightest communication. Under these circumstances he recalled the name of + the solicitor of the trustees, between whom and himself there had been + occasional correspondence; and, being of a somewhat impetuous disposition, + he rode off at once from his hotel to Lincoln’s Inn. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Giles listened to the narrative with unbroken interest and unswerving + patience, with his eyes fixed on his client, and occasionally giving a + sympathetic nod. + </p> + <p> + “And so,” concluded Lothair, “I thought I would come to you.” + </p> + <p> + “We are honored,” said Mr. Giles. “And, certainly, it is quite absurd that + your lordship should want money, and for a worthy purpose, and not be able + to command it. Why! the balance in the name of the trustees never was so + great as at this moment; and this very day, or to-morrow at farthest, I + shall pay no less than eight-and-thirty thousand pounds timber-money to + the account.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don’t want a fifth of that,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Your lordship has an objection to apply to the trustees?” inquired Mr. + Giles. + </p> + <p> + “That is the point of the whole of my statement,” said Lothair somewhat + impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “And yet it is the right and regular thing,” said Mr. Giles. + </p> + <p> + “It may be right and it may be regular, but it is out of the question.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we will say no more about it. What I want to prevent,” said Mr. + Giles, musingly, “is any thing absurd happening. There is no doubt if your + lordship went into the street and said you wanted ten thousand pounds, or + a hundred thousand, fifty people would supply you immediately—but + you would have to pay for it. Some enormous usury! That would be bad; but + the absurdity of the thing would be greater than the mischief. Roundells, + Giles, and Roundell could not help you in that manner. That is not our + business. We are glad to find money for our clients at a legal rate of + interest, and the most moderate rate feasible. But then there must be + security, and the best security. But here we must not conceal it from + ourselves, my lord, we have no security whatever. At this moment your + lordship has no property. An insurance-office might do it with a policy. + They might consider that they had a moral security; but still it would be + absurd. There is something absurd in your lordship having to raise money. + Don’t you think I could see these people,” said Mr. Giles, “and talk to + them, and gain a little time? We only want a little time.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Lothair, in a peremptory tone. “I said I would do it, and it + must be done, and at once. Sooner than there should be delay, I would + rather go into the street, as you suggest, and ask the first man I met to + lend me the money. My word has been given, and I do not care what I pay to + fulfil my word.” + </p> + <p> + “We must not think of such things,” said Mr. Giles, shaking his head. “All + I want your lordship to understand is the exact position. In this case we + have no security. Roundells, Giles, and Roundell cannot move without + security. It would be against our articles of partnership. But Mr. Giles, + as a private individual, may do what he likes. I will let your lordship + have the money, and I will take no security whatever—not even a note + of hand. All that I ask for is that your lordship should write me a + letter, saying you have urgent need for a sum of money (mentioning amount) + for an honorable purpose, in which your feelings are deeply interested—and + that will do. If any thing happens to your lordship before this time next + year, why, I think the trustees could hardly refuse repaying the money; + and if they did, why then,” added Mr. Giles, “I suppose it will be all the + same a hundred years hence.” + </p> + <p> + “You have conferred on me the greatest obligation,” said Lothair, with + much earnestness. “Language cannot express what I feel. I am not too much + used to kindness, and I only hope that I may live to show my sense of + yours.” + </p> + <p> + “It is really no great affair, my lord,” said Mr. Giles. “I did not wish + to make difficulties, but it was my duty to put the matter clearly before + you. What I propose I could to do is really nothing. I could do no less; I + should have felt quite absurd if your lordship had gone into the + money-market.” + </p> + <p> + “I only hope,” repeated Lothair, rising and offering Mr. Giles his hand, + “that life may give me some occasion to prove my gratitude.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my lord,” replied Mr. Giles, “if your lordship wish to repay me for + any little interest I have shown in your affairs, you can do that, over + and over again, and at once.” + </p> + <p> + “How so?” + </p> + <p> + “By a very great favor, by which Mrs. Giles and myself would be deeply + gratified. We have a few friends who honor us by dining with us to-day in + Hyde Park Gardens. If your lordship would add the great distinction your + presence—” + </p> + <p> + “I should only be too much honored,” exclaimed Lothair: “I suppose about + eight,” and he left the room; and Mr. Giles telegraphed instantly the + impending event to Apollonia. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 8 + </h2> + <p> + It was a great day for Apollonia; not only to have Lothair at her right + hand at dinner, but the prospect of receiving a cardinal in the evening. + But she was equal to it; though so engrossed, indeed, in the immediate + gratification of her hopes and wishes, that she could scarcely dwell + sufficiently on the coming scene of triumph and social excitement. + </p> + <p> + The repast was sumptuous; Lothair thought the dinner would never end, + there were so many dishes, and apparently all of the highest pretension. + But if his simple tastes had permitted him to take an interest in these + details, which, they did not, he would have been assisted by a gorgeous + menu of gold and white typography, that was by the side of each guest. The + table seemed literally to groan under vases and gigantic flagons, and, in + its midst, rose a mountain of silver, on which apparently all the cardinal + virtues, several of the pagan deities, and Britannia herself, illustrated + with many lights a glowing inscription, which described the fervent + feelings of a grateful client. + </p> + <p> + There were many guests—the Dowager of Farringford, a lady of + quality, Apollonia’s great lady, who exercised under this roof much social + tyranny; in short, was rather fine; but who, on this occasion, was + somewhat cowed by the undreamt-of presence of Lothair. She had not yet met + him, and probably never would have met him, had she not had the good + fortune of dining at his lawyer’s. However, Lady Farringford was placed a + long way from Lothair, having been taken down to dinner by Mr. Giles; and + so, by the end of the first course, Lady Farringford had nearly resumed + her customary despotic vein, and was beginning to indulge in several kind + observations, cheapening to her host and hostess, and indirectly exalting + herself; upon which Mr. Giles took an early easy opportunity of apprising + Lady Farringford, that she had nearly met Cardinal Grandison at dinner, + and that his eminence would certainly pay his respects to Mrs. Putney + Giles in the evening. As Lady Farringford was at present a high ritualist + and had even been talked of as “going to Rome,” this intelligence was + stunning, and it was observed that her ladyship was unusually subdued + during the whole of the second course. + </p> + <p> + On the right of Lothair sat the wife of a vice-chancellor, a quiet and + pleasing lady, to whom Lothair, with natural good breeding, paid snatches + of happy attention, when he could for a moment with propriety withdraw + himself from the blaze of Apollonia’s coruscating conversation. Then there + was a rather fierce-looking Red Ribbon, medalled, as well as be-starred, + and the Red Ribbon’s wife, with a blushing daughter, in spite of her + parentage not yet accustomed to stand fire. A partner and his unusually + numerous family had the pleasure also of seeing Lothair for the first + time, and there were no less than four M.P.s, one of whom was even in + office. + </p> + <p> + Apollonia was stating to Lothair, with perspicuity, the reasons which + quite induced her to believe that the Gulf-Stream had changed its course, + and the political and social consequences that might accrue. + </p> + <p> + “The religious sentiment of the Southern races must be wonderfully + affected by a more rigorous climate,” said Apollonia. “I cannot doubt,” + she continued, “that a series of severe winters at Rome might put an end + to Romanism.” + </p> + <p> + “But is there any fear that a reciprocal influence might be exercised on + the Northern nations?” inquired Lothair. “Would there be any apprehension + of our Protestantism becoming proportionately relaxed?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course not,” said Apollonia. “Truth cannot be affected by climate. + Truth is truth, alike in Palestine and Scandinavia.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what the cardinal would think of this,” said Lothair, “who, you + tell me, is coming to you this evening?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am most interested to see him, though he is the most puissant of + our foes. Of course he would take refuge in sophistry; and science, you + know, they deny.” + </p> + <p> + “Cardinal Grandison is giving some lectures on science,” said the + vice-chancellor’s lady, quietly. + </p> + <p> + “It is remorse,” said Apollonia. “Their clever men can never forget that + unfortunate affair of Galileo, and think they can divert the indignation + of the ninteenth century by mock zeal about red sandstone or the origin of + species.” + </p> + <p> + “And are you afraid of the Gulf-Stream?” inquired Lothair of his calmer + neighbor. + </p> + <p> + “I think we want more evidence of a change. The vice-chancellor and myself + went down to a place we have near town, on Saturday, where there is a very + nice piece of water; indeed, some people call it a lake; but it was quite + frozen, and my boys wanted to skate, but that I would not permit.” + </p> + <p> + “You believe in the Gulf-Stream to that extent,” said Lothair—“no + skating.” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal came, early; the ladies had not long left the dining-room. + They were agitated when his name was announced; even Apollonia’s heart + beat; but then that might be accounted for by the inopportune recollection + of an occasional correspondence with Caprera. + </p> + <p> + Nothing could exceed the simple suavity with which the cardinal appeared, + approached, and greeted them. He thanked Apollonia for her permission to + pay his respects to her, which he had long wished to do; and then they + were all presented, and he said exactly the right thing to every one. He + must have heard of them all before, or read their characters in their + countenances. In a few minutes they were all listening to his eminence + with enchanted ease, as, sitting on the sofa by his hostess, he described + to them the ambassadors who had just arrived from Japan, and with whom he + had relations of interesting affairs. The Japanese government had + exhibited enlightened kindness to some of his poor people who had barely + escaped martyrdom. Much might be expected from the Mikado, evidently a man + of singular penetration and elevated views; and his eminence looked as if + the mission of Yokohama would speedily end in an episcopal see; but he + knew where he was and studiously avoided all controversial matter. + </p> + <p> + After all, the Mikado himself was not more remarkable than this prince of + the Church in a Tyburnian drawing-room habited in his pink cassock and + cape, and waving, as he spoke, with careless grace, his pink barrette. + </p> + <p> + The ladies thought the gentlemen rejoined them too soon, but Mr. Giles, + when he was apprised of the arrival of the cardinal, thought it right to + precipitate the symposium. With great tact, when the cardinal rose to + greet him, Mr. Giles withdrew his eminence from those surrounding, and, + after a brief interchange of whispered words, quitted him and then brought + forward and presented Lothair to the cardinal, and left them. + </p> + <p> + “This is not the first time that we should have met,” said the cardinal, + “but my happiness is so great at this moment that, though I deplore, I + will not dwell on, the past.” + </p> + <p> + “I am, nevertheless, grateful to you, sir, for many services, and have + more than once contemplated taking the liberty of personally assuring your + eminence of my gratitude.” + </p> + <p> + “I think we might sit down,” said the cardinal, looking around; and then + he led Lothair into an open but interior saloon, where none were yet + present, and where they seated themselves on a sofa and were soon engaged + in apparently interesting converse. + </p> + <p> + In the mean time the world gradually filled the principal saloon of + Apollonia, and, when it approached overflowing, occasionally some persons + passed the line, and entered the room in which the cardinal and his ward + were seated, and then, as if conscious of violating some sacred place, + drew back. Others, on the contrary, with coarser curiosity, were induced + to invade the chamber from the mere fact that the cardinal was to be seen + there. + </p> + <p> + “My geographical instinct,” said the cardinal to Lothair, “assures me that + I can regain the staircase through these rooms, without rejoining the busy + world; so I shall bid you good-night and even presume to give you my + blessing;” and his eminence glided away. + </p> + <p> + When Lothair returned to the saloon it was so crowded that he was not + observed; exactly what he liked; and he stood against the wall watching + all that passed, not without amusement. A lively, social parasite, who had + dined there, and had thanked his stars at dinner that Fortune had decreed + he should meet Lothair, had been cruising for his prize all the time that + Lothair had been conversing with the cardinal and was soon at his side. + </p> + <p> + “A strange scene this!” said the parasite. + </p> + <p> + “Is it unusual?” inquired Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Such a medley! How can they can be got together, I marvel—priests + and philosophers, legitimists, and carbonari! Wonderful woman, Mrs. Putney + Giles!” + </p> + <p> + “She is very entertaining,” said Lothair, “and seems to me clever.” + </p> + <p> + “Remarkably so,” said the parasite, who had been on the point of + satirizing his hostess, but, observing the quarter of the wind, with + rapidity went in for praise. “An extraordinary woman. Your lordship had a + long talk with the cardinal.” + </p> + <p> + “I had the honor of some conversation with Cardinal Grandison,” said + Lothair, drawing up. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what the cardinal would have said if he had met Mazzini here?” + </p> + <p> + “Mazzini! Is he here?” + </p> + <p> + “Not now; but I have seen him here,” said the parasite, “and our host such + a Tory! That makes the thing so amusing;” and then the parasite went on + making small personal observations on the surrounding scene, and every now + and then telling little tales of great people with whom, it appeared, he + was intimate—all concerted fire to gain the very great social + fortress he was now besieging. The parasite was so full of himself, and so + anxious to display himself to advantage, that with all his practice it was + some time before he perceived he did not make all the way he could wish + with Lothair; who was courteous, but somewhat monosyllabic and absent. + </p> + <p> + “Your lordship is struck by that face?” said the parasite. + </p> + <p> + Was Lothair struck by that face? And what was it? + </p> + <p> + He had exchanged glances with that face during the last ten minutes, and + the mutual expression was not one of sympathy but curiosity blended, on + the part of the face, with an expression, if not of disdain, of extreme + reserve. + </p> + <p> + It was the face of a matron, apparently of not many summers, for her + shapely figure was still slender, though her mien was stately. But it was + the countenance that had commanded the attention of Lothair: pale, but + perfectly Attic in outline, with the short upper lip and the round chin, + and a profusion of dark-chestnut hair bound by a Grecian fillet, and on + her brow a star. + </p> + <p> + “Yes I am struck by that face. Who is it?” + </p> + <p> + “If your lordship could only get a five-franc piece of the last French + Republic, 1850, you would know. I dare say the money-changers could get + you one. All the artists of Paris, painters, and sculptors, and + medallists, were competing to produce a face worthy of representing ‘La R + publique fran aise;’ nobody was satisfied, when Oudine caught a girl of + not seventeen, and, with a literal reproduction of Nature, gained the + prize with unanimity.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” + </p> + <p> + “And, though years have passed, the countenance has not changed; perhaps + improved.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a countenance that will bear, perhaps even would require, + maturity,” said Lothair; “but she is no longer +‘La République franç aise;’ + what is she now?” + </p> + <p> + “She is called Theodora, though married, I believe, to an Englishman, a + friend of Garibaldi. Her birth unknown; some say an Italian, some a Pole; + all sorts of stories. But she speaks every language, is + ultra-cosmopolitan, and has invented a new religion.” + </p> + <p> + “A new religion!” + </p> + <p> + “Would your lordship care to be introduced to her? I know her enough for + that. Shall we go up to her?” + </p> + <p> + “I have made so many now acquaintances to-day,” said, Lothair, as it were + starting from a reverie, “and indeed heard so many new things, that I + think I had better say good-night;” and he graciously retired. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 9 + </h2> + <p> + About the same time that Lothair had repaired to the residence of Mr. + Giles, Monsignore Berwick, whose audience of the cardinal in the morning + had preceded that of the legal adviser of the trustees, made his way + toward one of the noblest mansions in St. James’s Square, where resided + Lord St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + It was a mild winter evening; a little fog still hanging about, but + vanquished by the cheerful lamps, and the voice of the muffin-bell was + just heard at intervals; a genial sound that calls up visions of trim and + happy hearths. If we could only so contrive our lives as to go into the + country for the first note of the nightingale, and return to town for the + first note of the muffin-bell, existence, it is humbly presumed, might be + more enjoyable. + </p> + <p> + Monsignore Berwick was a young man, but looking younger from a countenance + almost of childhood; fair, with light-blue eyes, and flaxen hair and + delicate features. He was the last person you would have fixed upon as a + born Roman; but Nature, in one of the freaks of race, had resolved that + his old Scottish blood should be reasserted, though his: ancestors had + sedulously blended it, for, many generations, with that of the princely + houses of the eternal city. The monsignore was the greatest statesman of + Rome, formed and favored by Antonelli and probably his successor. + </p> + <p> + The mansion of Lord St. Jerome was a real family mansion, built by his + ancestors a century and a half ago, when they believed that, from its + central position, its happy contiguity to the court, the senate, and the + seats of government, they at last, in St. James’s Square, had discovered a + site which could defy the vicissitudes of fashion, and not share the fate + of the river palaces, which they had been obliged in turn to relinquish. + And in a considerable degree they were right in their anticipation; for, + although they have somewhat unwisely, permitted the clubs to invade too + successfully their territory, St. James’s Square may be looked upon as our + Faubourg St. Germain, and a great patrician residing there dwells in the + heart of that free and noble life of which he ought to be a part. + </p> + <p> + A marble hall and a marble staircase, lofty chambers with silk or + tapestried hangings, gilded cornices, and painted ceilings, gave a glimpse + of almost Venetian splendor, and rare in our metropolitan houses of this + age; but the first dwellers in St. James’s Square had tender and inspiring + recollections of the Adrian bride, had frolicked in St. Mark’s, and glided + in adventurous gondolas. The monsignore was ushered into a chamber bright + with lights and a blazing fire, and welcomed with extreme cordiality by + his hostess, who was then alone. Lady St. Jerome was still the young wife + of a nobleman not old. She was the daughter of a Protestant house, but, + during a residence at Rome after her marriage, she had reverted to the + ancient faith, which she professed with the enthusiastic convictions of a + convert. Her whole life was dedicated to the triumph of the Catholic + cause; and, being a woman of considerable intelligence and of an ardent + mind, she had become a recognized power in the great confederacy which has + so much influenced the human race, and which has yet to play perhaps a + mighty part in the fortunes of the world. + </p> + <p> + “I was in great hopes that the cardinal would have met you at dinner,” + said Lady St. Jerome, “but he wrote only this afternoon to say unexpected + business would prevent him, but he would be here in the evening, though + late.” + </p> + <p> + “It must be something sudden, for I was with his eminence this morning, + and he then contemplated our meeting here.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing from abroad?” + </p> + <p> + “I should think not, or it would be known to me. There is nothing new from + abroad this afternoon: my time has been spent in writing, not receiving, + dispatches.” + </p> + <p> + “And all well, I hope?” + </p> + <p> + “This Scotch business plagues us. So far as Scotland is concerned, it is + quite ripe; but the cardinal counsels delay on account of this country, + and he has such a consummate knowledge of England, that—” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Lord St Jerome entered the room—a grave but gracious + personage, polished but looking silent, though he immediately turned the + conversation to the weather. The monsignore began denouncing English fogs; + but Lord St. Jerome maintained that, on the whole, there were not more + fogs in England than in any other country; “and as for the French,” he + added, “I like their audacity, for, when they revolutionized the calendar, + they called one of their months Brumaire.” + </p> + <p> + Then came in one of his lordships chaplains, who saluted the monsignore + with reverence, and immediately afterward a beautiful young lady, his + niece, Clare Arundel. + </p> + <p> + The family were living in a convenient suite of small rooms on the + ground-floor, called the winter-rooms so dinner was announced by the doors + of an adjoining chamber being thrown open, and there they saw, in the + midst of a chamber hung with green silk and adorned with some fine + cabinet-pictures, a small round table, bright and glowing. + </p> + <p> + It was a lively dinner. Lord St. Jerome loved conversation, though he + never conversed. “There must be an audience,” he would say, “and I am the + audience.” The partner of his life, whom he never ceased admiring, had + originally fascinated him by her conversational talents; and, even if + Nature had not impelled her, Lady St. Jerome was too wise a woman to + relinquish the spell. The monsignore could always, when necessary, sparkle + with anecdote or blaze with repartee; and all the chaplains, who abounded + in this house, were men of bright abilities, not merely men of reading, + but of the world, learned in the world’s ways, and trained to govern + mankind by versatility of their sympathies. It was a dinner where there + could not be two conversations going on, and where even the silent take + their share in the talk by their sympathy. + </p> + <p> + And among the silent, as silent even as Lord St. Jerome, was Miss Arundel; + and yet her large violet eyes, darker even than her dark-brown hair, and + gleaming with intelligence, and her rich face mantling with emotion, + proved she was not insensible to the witty passages and the bright and + interesting narratives that were sparkling and flowing about her. + </p> + <p> + The gentlemen left the dining-room with the ladies, in the Continental + manner. Lady St. Jerome, who was leaning on the arm of the monsignore, + guided him into a saloon farther than the one they had reentered, and then + seating herself said, “You were telling me about Scotland, that you + yourself thought it ripe.” + </p> + <p> + “Unquestionably. The original plan was to have established our hierarchy + when the Kirk split up; but that would have been a mistake, it was not + then ripe. There would have been a fanatical reaction. There is always a + tendency that way in Scotland: as it is, at this moment, the Establishment + and the Free Kirk are mutually sighing for some compromise which may bring + them together and, if the proprietors would give up their petty patronage, + some flatter themselves it might be arranged. But we are thoroughly well + informed, and have provided for all this. We sent two of our best men into + Scotland some time ago, and they have invented a new church, called the + United Presbyterians. John Knox himself was never more violent, or more + mischievous. The United Presbyterians will do the business: they will + render Scotland simply impossible to live in; and then, when the crisis + arrives, the distracted and despairing millions will find refuge in the + bosom of their only mother. That is why, at home, we wanted no delay in + the publication of the bull and the establishment of the hierarchy.” + </p> + <p> + “But the cardinal says no?” + </p> + <p> + “And must be followed. For these islands he has no equal. He wishes great + reserve at present. Affairs here are progressing, gradually but surely. + But it is Ireland where matters are critical, or will be soon.” + </p> + <p> + “Ireland! I thought there was a sort of understanding there—at least + for the present.” + </p> + <p> + The monsignore shook his head. “What do you think of an American invasion + of Ireland?” + </p> + <p> + “An American invasion!” + </p> + <p> + “Even so; nothing more probable, and nothing more to be deprecated by us. + Now that the civil war in America is over, the Irish soldiery are resolved + to employ their experience and their weapons in their own land; but they + have no thought for the interest of the Holy See, or the welfare of our + holy religion. Their secret organization is tampering with the people and + tampering with the priests. The difficulty of Ireland is that the priests + and the people will consider every thing in a purely Irish point of view. + To gain some local object, they will encourage the principles of the most + lawless liberalism, which naturally land them in Fenianism and atheism. + And the danger is not foreseen, because the Irish political object of the + moment is alone looked to.” + </p> + <p> + “But surely they can be guided?” + </p> + <p> + “We want a statesman in Ireland. We have never been able to find one; we + want a man like the cardinal. But the Irish will have a native for their + chief. We caught Churchill young, and educated him in the Propaganda; but + he has disappointed us. At first all seemed well; he was reserved and + austere; and we heard with satisfaction that he was unpopular. But, now + that critical times are arriving, his peasant-blood cannot resist the + contagion. He proclaims the absolute equality of all religions, and of the + power of the state to confiscate ecclesiastical property, and not restore + it to us, but alienate it forever. For the chance of subverting the + Anglican Establishment, he is favoring a policy which will subvert + religion itself. In his eagerness he cannot see that the Anglicans have + only a lease of our property, a lease which is rapidly expiring.” + </p> + <p> + “This is sad.” + </p> + <p> + “It is perilous, and difficult to deal with. But it must be dealt with. + The problem is to suppress Fenianism, and not to strengthen the Protestant + confederacy.” + </p> + <p> + “And you left Rome for this? We understood you were coming for something + else,” said Lady St. Jerome, in a significant tone. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes, I have been there, and I have seen him.” + </p> + <p> + “And have you succeeded?” + </p> + <p> + “No; and no one will—at least at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Is all lost, then? Is the Malta scheme again on the carpet?” + </p> + <p> + “Our Holy Church in built upon a rock,” said the monsignore, “but not upon + the rock of Malta. Nothing is lost; Antonelli is calm and sanguine, + though, rest assured, there is no doubt about what I tell you. France has + washed her hands of us.” + </p> + <p> + “Where, then, are we to look for aid?” exclaimed Lady St. Jerome, “against + the assassins and atheists? Austria, the alternative ally, is no longer + near you; and if she were—that I should ever live to say it—even + Austria is our foe.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Austria!” said the monsignore with an unctuous sneer. “Two things + made her a nation; she was German and she was Catholic, and now she is + neither.” + </p> + <p> + “But you alarm me, my dear lord, with your terrible news. We once thought + that Spain would be our protector, but we hear bad news from Spain.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the monsignore, “I think it highly probable that, before a few + years have elapsed, every government in Europe will be atheistical except + France. Vanity will always keep France the eldest son of the Church, even + if she wear a bonnet rouge. But, if the Holy Father keep Rome, these + strange changes will only make the occupier of the chair of St. Peter more + powerful. His subjects will be in every clime and every country, and then + they will be only his subjects. We shall get rid of the difficulty of the + divided allegiance, Lady St. Jerome, which plagued our poor forefathers so + much.” + </p> + <p> + “If we keep Rome,” said Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “And we shall. Let Christendom give us her prayers for the next few years, + and Pio Nono will become the most powerful monarch In Europe, and perhaps + the only one.” + </p> + <p> + “I hear a sound,” exclaimed Lady St. Jerome. “Yes! the cardinal has come. + Let us greet him.” + </p> + <p> + But as they were approaching the saloon the cardinal met them, and waved + them back. “We will return,” he said, “to our friends immediately, but I + want to say one word to you both.” + </p> + <p> + He made them sit down. “I am a little restless,” he said, and stood before + the fire. “Something interesting has happened; nothing to do with public + affairs. Do not pitch your expectations too high—but still of + importance, and certainly of great interest—at least to me. I have + seen my child—my ward.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed an event!” said Lady St. Jerome, evidently much interested. + </p> + <p> + “And what is he like?” inquired the monsignore. + </p> + <p> + “All that one could wish. Extremely good-looking, highly bred, and most + ingenuous; a considerable intelligence, and not untrained; but the most + absolutely unaffected person I ever encountered.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! if he had been trained by your eminence,” sighed Lady St. Jerome. “Is + it too late?” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis an immense position,” murmured Berwick. + </p> + <p> + “What good might he not do?” said Lady St. Jerome; “and if he be so + ingenuous, it seems impossible that he can resist the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “Your ladyship is a sort of cousin of his,” said the cardinal, musingly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but very remote. I dare say he would not acknowledge the tie. But we + are kin; we have the same blood in our veins.” + </p> + <p> + “You should make his acquaintance,” said the cardinal. + </p> + <p> + “I more than desire it. I hear he has been terribly neglected, brought up + among the most dreadful people, entirely infidels and fanatics.” + </p> + <p> + “He has been nearly two years at Oxford,” said the cardinal. “That may + have mitigated the evil.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! but you, my lord cardinal, you must interfere. Now that you at last + know him, you must undertake the great task; you must save him.” + </p> + <p> + “We must all pray, as I pray every morn and every night,” said the + cardinal, “for the conversion of England.” + </p> + <p> + “Or the conquest,” murmured Berwick. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 10 + </h2> + <p> + As the cardinal was regaining his carriage on leaving Mrs. Giles’s party, + there was, about the entrance of the house, the usual gathering under such + circumstances; some zealous linkboys marvellously familiar with London + life, and some midnight loungers, who thus take their humble share of the + social excitement, and their happy chance of becoming acquainted with some + of the notables of the wondrous world of which they form the base. This + little gathering, ranged at the instant into stricter order by the police + to facilitate the passage of his eminence, prevented the progress of a + passenger, who exclaimed in an audible, but not noisy voice, as if, he + were ejaculating to himself, “A bas les pretres!” + </p> + <p> + This exclamation, unintelligible to the populace, was noticed only by the + only person who understood it. The cardinal, astonished at the unusual + sound—for, hitherto, he had always found the outer world of London + civil; or at least indifferent—threw his penetrating glance at the + passenger, and caught clearly the visage on which the lamplight fully + shone. It was a square, sinewy face, closely shaven, with the exception of + a small but thick mustache, brown as the well-cropped hair, and blending + with the hazel eye; a calm, but determined countenance; clearly not that + of an Englishman, for he wore ear-rings. + </p> + <p> + The carriage drove off, and the passenger, somewhat forcing his way + through the clustering group, continued his course until he reached the + cab-stand near the Marble Arch, when he engaged a vehicle and ordered to + be driven to Leicester Square. That quarter of the town exhibits an + animated scene toward the witching hour; many lights and much population, + illuminated coffee-houses, the stir of a large theatre, bands of music in + the open air, and other sounds, most of them gay, and some festive. The + stranger, whose compact figure was shrouded by a long fur cape, had not + the appearance of being influenced by the temptation of amusement. As he + stopped in the square and looked around him, the expression of his + countenance was moody, perhaps even anxious. He seemed to be making + observations on the locality, and, after a few minutes, crossed the open + space and turned up into a small street which opened into the square. In + this street was a coffee-house of some pretension, connected indeed with + an hotel, which had been formed out of two houses, and therefore possessed + no inconsiderable accommodation. + </p> + <p> + The coffee-room was capacious, and adorned in a manner which intimated it + was not kept by an Englishman, or much used by Englishmen. The walls were + painted in frescoed arabesques. There were many guests, principally seated + at small tables of marble, and on benches and chairs covered with a coarse + crimson velvet. Some were sipping coffee, some were drinking wine, others + were smoking or playing dominoes, or doing both; while many were engaged + in reading the foreign journals which abounded. + </p> + <p> + An ever-vigilant waiter was at the side of the stranger the instant he + entered, and wished to know his pleasure. The stranger was examining with + his keen eye every individual in the room while this question was asked + and repeated. + </p> + <p> + “What would I wish?” said the stranger, having concluded his inspection, + and as it were summoning back his recollection. “I would wish to see, and + at once, one Mr. Perroni, who, I believe, lives here.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, ‘tis the master!” exclaimed the waiter. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, go and tell the master that I want him.” + </p> + <p> + “But the master is much engaged,” said the waiter, “—particularly.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say; but you will go and tell him that I particularly want to see + him.” + </p> + <p> + The waiter, though prepared to be impertinent to any one else, felt that + one was speaking to him who must be obeyed, and, with a subdued, but + hesitating manner, said, “There is a meeting to-night up-stairs, where the + master is secretary, and it is difficult to see him; but, if I could see + him, what name am I to give?” + </p> + <p> + “You will go to him instantly,” said the stranger, “and you will tell him + that he is wanted by Captain Bruges.” + </p> + <p> + The waiter was not long absent, and returning with an obsequious bow, he + invited the stranger to follow him to a private room, where he was alone + only for a few seconds, for the door opened and he was joined by Perroni. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! my general,” exclaimed the master of the coffee-house, and he kissed + the stranger’s hand. “You received my telegram?” + </p> + <p> + “I am here. Now what is your business?” + </p> + <p> + “There is business, and great business, if you will do it; business for + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am a soldier, and soldiering is my trade, and I do not much care + what I do in that way, provided it is not against the good cause. But I + must tell you at once, friend Perroni, I am not a man who will take a leap + in the dark. I must form my own staff, and I must have my commissariat + secure.” + </p> + <p> + “My general, you will be master of your own terms. The Standing Committee + of the Holy Alliance of Peoples are sitting upstairs at this moment. They + were unanimous in sending for you. See them; judge for yourself; and, rest + assured, you will be satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not much like having to do with committees,” said the general. + “However, let it be as you like—I will see them.” + </p> + <p> + “I had better just announce your arrival,” said Perroni. “And will you not + take something, my general after your travel you must be wearied.” + </p> + <p> + “A glass of sugar-and-water. You know, I am not easily tired. And, I agree + with you, it is better to come to business at once: so prepare them.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 11 + </h2> + <p> + The Standing Committee of the Holy Alliance of Peoples all rose, although + they were extreme republicans, when the general entered. Such is the + magical influence of a man of action over men of the pen and the tongue. + Had it been, instead of a successful military leader, an orator that had + inspired Europe, or a journalist who had rights of the human race, the + Standing Committee would have only seen men of their own kidney, who, + having been favored with happier opportunities than themselves, had reaped + a harvest which, equally favored, they might here have garnered. + </p> + <p> + “General,” said Felix Drolin, the president, who was looked upon by the + brotherhood as a statesman, for he had been in his time, a member of a + provisional government, “this seat is for you,” and he pointed to one on + his right hand. “You are ever welcome; and I hope you bring good tidings, + and good fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to be among my friends, and I may say,” looking around, “my + comrades. I hope I may bring you better fortune than my tidings.” + </p> + <p> + “But now they have left Rome,” said the president, “every day we expect + good news.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay! he has left Rome, but he has not left Rome with the door open. I + hope it is not on such gossip you have sent for me. You have something on + hand. What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “You shall hear it from the fountain-head,” said the president, “fresh + from New York,” and he pointed to an individual seated in the centre of + the table. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! Colonel Finucane,” said the general, “I have not forgotten James + River. You did that well. What is the trick now?” + </p> + <p> + Whereupon a tall, lean man, with a decided brogue, but speaking through + his nose, rose from his seat and informed the general that the Irish + people were organized and ready to rise; that they had sent their deputies + to New York; all they wanted were arms and officers; that the American + brethren had agreed to supply them with both, and amply; and that + considerable subscriptions were raising for other purposes. What they now + required was a commander-in-chief equal to the occasion, and in whom all + would have confidence; and therefore they had telegraphed for the general. + </p> + <p> + “I doubt not our friends over the water would send us plenty of rifles,” + said the general, “if we could only manage to land them; and, I think, I + know men now in the States from whom I could form a good staff; but how + about the people of Ireland? What evidence have we that they will rise, if + we land?” + </p> + <p> + “The best,” said the president. “We have a head-centre here, Citizen + Desmond, who will give you the most recent and the most authentic + intelligence on that head.” + </p> + <p> + “The whole country is organized,” said the head-centre; “we could put + three hundred thousand men in the field at any time in a fortnight. The + movement is not sectarian; it pervades all classes and all creeds. All + that we want are officers and arms.” + </p> + <p> + “Hem!” said the general; “and as to your other supplies? Any scheme of + commissariat?” + </p> + <p> + “There will be no lack of means,” replied the head-centre. “There is no + country where so much money is hoarded as in Ireland. But, depend upon it, + so far as the commissariat is concerned, the movement will be + self-supporting.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we shall see,” said, the general; “I am sorry it is an Irish + affair, though, to be sure, what else could it be? I am not fond of Irish + affairs: whatever may be said, and however plausible things may look, in + an Irish business there is always a priest at the bottom of it. I hate + priests. By-the-by, I was stopped on my way here by a cardinal getting + into his carriage. I thought I had burnt all those vehicles when I was at + Rome with Garibaldi in ‘48. A cardinal in his carriage! I had no idea you + permitted that sort of cattle in London.” + </p> + <p> + “London is a roost for every bird,” said Felix Drolin. + </p> + <p> + “Very few of the priests favor this movement,” said Desmond. + </p> + <p> + “Then you have a great power against you,” said the general, “in addition + to England.” + </p> + <p> + “They are not exactly against; the bulk of them are too national for that; + but Rome does not sanction—you understand?” + </p> + <p> + “I understand enough,” said the general, “to see that we must not act with + precipitation. An Irish business is a thing to be turned over several + times.” + </p> + <p> + “But yet,” said a Pole, “what hope for humanity except from the rising of + an oppressed nationality? We have offered ourselves on the altar, and in + vain! Greece is too small, and Roumania—though both of them are + ready to do any thing; but they would be the mere tools of Russia. Ireland + alone remains, and she is at our feet.” + </p> + <p> + “The peoples will never succeed until they have a fleet,” said a German. + “Then you could land as many rifles as you like, or any thing else. To + have a fleet we rose against Denmark in my country, but we have been + betrayed. Nevertheless, Germany will yet be united, and she can only be + united as a republic. Then she will be the mistress of the seas.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the mission of Italy,” said Perroni. “Italy—with the + traditions of Genoa, Venice, Pisa—Italy is plainly indicated as the + future mistress of the seas.” + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon,” said the German; “the future mistress of the sees is + the land of the Viking. It is the forests of the Baltic that will build + the Best of the future. You have no timber in Italy.” + </p> + <p> + “Timber is no longer wanted,” said Perroni. “Nor do I know of what will be + formed the fleets of the future. But the sovereignty of the seas depends + upon seamen, and the nautical genius of the Italians—” + </p> + <p> + “Comrades,” said the general, “we have discussed to-night a great subject. + For my part I have travelled rather briskly, as you wished it. I should + like to sleep on this affair.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis most reasonable,” said the president. “Our refreshment at council is + very spare,” he continued, and he pointed to a vase of water and some + glasses ranged round it in the middle of the table; “but we always drink + one toast, general, before we separate. It is to one whom you love, and + whom you have served well. Fill glasses, brethren and now ‘TO MARY-ANNE.’” + </p> + <p> + If they had been inspired by the grape, nothing could be more animated and + even excited than all their countenances suddenly became. The cheer might + have been heard in the coffee-room, as they expressed, in the phrases of + many languages, the never-failing and never-flagging enthusiasm invoked by + the toast of their mistress. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 --> + <!-- anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 12 + </h2> + <p> + “Did you read that paragraph, mamma?” inquired Lady Corisande of the + duchess, in a tone of some seriousness. + </p> + <p> + “I did.” + </p> + <p> + “And what did you think of it?” + </p> + <p> + “It filled me with so much amazement that I have hardly begun to think.” + </p> + <p> + “And Bertram never gave a hint of such things!” + </p> + <p> + “Let us believe they are quite untrue.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope Bertram is in no danger,” said his sister. + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid!” exclaimed the mother, with unaffected alarm. + </p> + <p> + “I know not how it is,” said Lady Corisande, “but I frequently feel that + some great woe is hanging over our country.” + </p> + <p> + “You must dismiss such thoughts, my child; they are fanciful.” + </p> + <p> + “But they will come, and when least expected—frequently in church, + but also in the sunshine; and when I am riding too, when, once, every + thing seemed gay. But now I often think of strife, and struggle, and war—civil + war: the stir of our cavalcade seems like the tramp of cavalry.” + </p> + <p> + “You indulge your imagination too much, dear Corisande. When you return to + London, and enter the world, these anxious thoughts will fly.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it imagination? I should rather have doubted my being of an + imaginative nature. It seems to me that I am rather literal. But I cannot + help hearing and reading things, and observing things, and they fill me + with disquietude. All seems doubt and change, when it would appear that we + require both faith and firmness.” + </p> + <p> + “The duke is not alarmed about affairs,” said his wife. + </p> + <p> + “And, if all did their duty like papa, there might be less, or no cause,” + said Corisande. “But, when I hear of young nobles, the natural leaders of + the land, going over to the Roman Catholic Church, I confess I lose heart + and patience. It seems so unpatriotic, so effeminate.” + </p> + <p> + “It may not be true,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “It may not be true of him, but it is true of others,” said Lady + Corisande. “And why should he escape? He is very young, rather friendless, + and surrounded by wily persons. I am disappointed about Bertram too. He + ought to have prevented this, if it be true. Bertram seemed to me to have + such excellent principles, and so completely to feel that he was born to + maintain the great country which his ancestors created, that I indulged in + dreams. I suppose you are right, mamma; I suppose I am imaginative without + knowing it; but I have always thought, and hoped, that when the troubles + came the country might, perhaps, rally round Bertram.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to see Bertram in Parliament,” said the duchess. “That will be the + best thing for him. The duke has some plans.” + </p> + <p> + This conversation had been occasioned by a paragraph in the Morning Post, + circulating a rumor that a young noble, obviously Lothair, on the + impending completion of his minority, was about to enter the Roman Church. + The duchess and her daughter were sitting in a chamber of their northern + castle, and speculating on their return to London, which was to take place + after the Easter which had just arrived. It was an important social season + for Corisande, for she was to be formally introduced into the great world, + and to be presented at court. + </p> + <p> + In the mean while, was there any truth in the report about Lothair? + </p> + <p> + After their meeting at their lawyer’s, a certain intimacy had occurred + between the cardinal and his ward. They met again immediately and + frequently, and their mutual feelings were cordial. The manners of his + eminence were refined and affectionate; his conversational powers were + distinguished; there was not a subject on which his mind did not teem with + interesting suggestions; his easy knowledge seemed always ready and always + full; and whether it were art, or letters, or manners, or even political + affairs, Lothair seemed to listen to one of the wisest, most enlightened, + and most agreeable of men. There was only one subject on which his + eminence seemed scrupulous never to touch, and that was religion; or so + indirectly, that it was only when alone that Lothair frequently found + himself musing over the happy influence on the arts, and morals, and + happiness of mankind—of the Church. + </p> + <p> + In due time, not too soon, but when he was attuned to the initiation, the + cardinal presented Lothair to Lady St. Jerome. The impassioned eloquence + of that lady germinated the seed which the cardinal had seemed so + carelessly to scatter. She was a woman to inspire crusaders. Not that she + ever: condescended to vindicate her own particular faith, or spoke as if + she were conscious that Lothair did not possess it. Assuming that religion + was true, for otherwise man would be in a more degraded position than the + beasts of the field, which are not aware of their own wretchedness, then + religion should be the principal occupation of man, to which all other + pursuits should be subservient. The doom of eternity, and the fortunes of + life, cannot be placed in competition. Our days should be pure, and holy, + and heroic—full of noble thoughts and solemn sacrifice. Providence, + in its wisdom, had decreed that the world should be divided between the + faithful and atheists; the latter even seemed to predominate. There was no + doubt that, if they prevailed, all that elevated man would become extinct. + It was a great trial; but happy was the man who was privileged even to + endure the awful test. It might develop the highest qualities and the most + sublime conduct. If he were equal to the occasion, and could control and + even subdue these sons of Korah, he would rank with Michael the Archangel. + </p> + <p> + This was the text on which frequent discourses were delivered to Lothair, + and to which he listened at first with eager, and soon with enraptured + attention. The priestess was worthy of the shrine. Few persons were ever + gifted with more natural eloquence: a command of language, choice without + being pedantic; beautiful hands that fluttered with irresistible grace; + flashing eyes and a voice of melody. + </p> + <p> + Lothair began to examine himself, and to ascertain whether he possessed + the necessary qualities, and was capable of sublime conduct. His natural + modesty and his strong religious feeling struggled together. He feared he + was not an archangel, and yet he longed to struggle with the powers of + darkness. + </p> + <p> + One day he ventured to express to Miss Arundel a somewhat hopeful view of + the future, but Miss Arundel shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “I do not agree with my aunt, at least as regards this country,” said Miss + Arundel; “I think our sins are too great. We left His Church, and God is + now leaving us.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair looked grave, but was silent. + </p> + <p> + Weeks had passed since his introduction to the family of Lord St. Jerome, + and it was remarkable how large a portion of his subsequent time had + passed under that roof. At first there were few persons in town, and + really of these Lothair knew none; and then the house in St. James’s + Square was not only an interesting but it was an agreeable house. All Lady + St. Jerome’s family connections were persons of much fashion, so there was + more variety and entertainment than sometimes are to be found under a + Roman Catholic roof. Lady St. Jerome was at home every evening before + Easter. Few dames can venture successfully on so decided a step; but her + saloons were always attended, and by “nice people.” Occasionally the + cardinal stepped in, and, to a certain degree, the saloon was the + rendezvous of the Catholic party; but it was also generally social and + distinguished. Many bright dames and damsels, and many influential men, + were there, who little deemed that deep and daring thoughts were there + masked by many a gracious countenance. The social atmosphere infinitely + pleased Lothair. The mixture of solemn duty and graceful diversion, high + purposes and charming manners, seemed to realize some youthful dreams of + elegant existence. All, too, was enhanced by the historic character of the + roof and by the recollection that their mutual ancestors, as Clare Arundel + more than once intimated to him, had created England. Having had so many + pleasant dinners in St. James’s Square, and spent there so many evening + hours, it was not wonderful that Lothair had accepted an invitation from + Lord St. Jerome to pass Easter at his country-seat. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 13 + </h2> + <p> + Vauxe, the seat of the St. Jeromes, was the finest specimen of the old + English residence extant. It was the perfection of the style, which had + gradually arisen after the Wars of the Roses had alike destroyed all the + castles and the purpose of those stern erections. People said Vauxe looked + like a college: the truth is, colleges looked like Vauxe, for, when those + fair and civil buildings rose, the wise and liberal spirits who endowed + them intended that they should resemble, as much as possible, the + residence of a great noble. + </p> + <p> + There were two quadrangles at Vauxe of gray-stone; the outer one of larger + dimensions and much covered with ivy; the inner one not so extensive, but + more ornate, with a lofty tower, a hall, and a chapel. The house was full + of galleries, and they were full of portraits. Indeed there was scarcely a + chamber in this vast edifice of which the walls were not breathing with + English history in this interesting form. Sometimes more ideal art + asserted a triumphant claim—transcendental Holy Families, seraphic + saints, and gorgeous scenes by Tintoret and Paul of Verona. + </p> + <p> + The furniture of the house seemed never to have been changed. It was very + old, somewhat scanty, but very rich—tapestry and velvet hangings, + marvellous cabinets, and crystal girandoles. Here and there a group of + ancient plate; ewers and flagons and tall salt-cellars, a foot high and + richly chiselled; sometimes a state bed shadowed with a huge pomp of stiff + brocade and borne by silver poles. + </p> + <p> + Vauxe stood in a large park, studded with stately trees; here and there an + avenue of Spanish chestnuts or a grove of oaks; sometimes a gorsy dell, + and sometimes a so great spread of antlered fern, taller than the tallest + man. + </p> + <p> + It was only twenty miles from town, and Lord St. Jerome drove Lothair + down; the last ten miles through a pretty land, which, at the right + season, would have been bright with orchards, oak-woods, and hop-gardens. + Lord St. Jerome loved horses, and was an eminent whip. He had driven + four-in-hand when a boy, and he went on driving four-in-hand; not because + it was the fashion, but because he loved it. Toward the close of Lent, + Lady St. Jerome and Clare Arundel had been at a convent in retreat, but + they always passed Holy Week at home, and they were to welcome Lord St. + Jerome again at Vauxe. + </p> + <p> + The day was bright, the mode of movement exhilarating, all the anticipated + incidents delightful, and Lothair felt the happiness of health and youth. + </p> + <p> + “There is Vauxe,” said Lord St. Jerome, in a tone of proud humility, as a + turn in the road first displayed the stately pile. + </p> + <p> + “How beautiful!” said Lothair. “Ah! our ancestors understood the country.” + </p> + <p> + “I used to think when I was a boy,” said Lord St. Jerome, “that I lived in + the prettiest village in the world; but these railroads have so changed + every thing that Vauxe seems to me now only a second town-house.” + </p> + <p> + The ladies were in a garden, where they were consulting with the gardener + and Father Coleman about the shape of some new beds, for the critical hour + of filling them was approaching. The gardener, like all head-gardeners, + was opinionated. Living always at Vauxe, he had come to believe that the + gardens belonged to him, and that the family were only occasional + visitors; and he treated them accordingly. The lively and impetuous Lady + St. Jerome had a thousand bright fancies, but her morose attendant never + indulged them. She used to deplore his tyranny with piteous playfulness. + “I suppose,” she would say, “it is useless to resist, for I observe ‘tis + the same everywhere. Lady Roehampton says she never has her way with her + gardens. It is no use speaking to Lord St. Jerome, for, though he is + afraid of nothing else, I am sure he is afraid of Hawkins.” + </p> + <p> + The only way that Lady St. Jerome could manage Hawkins was through Father + Coleman. Father Coleman, who knew every thing, knew a great deal about + gardens; from the days of Le Notre to those of the fine gentlemen who now + travel about, and when disengaged deign to give us advice. + </p> + <p> + Father Coleman had only just entered middle-age, was imperturbable and + mild in his manner. He passed his life very much at Vauxe, and imparted a + great deal of knowledge to Mr. Hawkins without apparently being conscious + of so doing. At the bottom of his mind, Mr. Hawkins felt assured that he + had gained several distinguished prizes, mainly through the hints and + guidance of Father Coleman; and thus, though on the surface, a little + surly, he was ruled by Father Coleman, under the combined influence of + self-interest and superior knowledge. + </p> + <p> + “You find us in a garden without flowers,” said Lady St. Jerome; “but the + sun, I think, alway loves these golden yews.” + </p> + <p> + “These are for you, dear uncle,” said Clare Arundel, as she gave him a + rich cluster of violets. “Just now the woods are more fragrant than the + gardens, and these are the produce of our morning walk. I could have + brought you some primroses, but I do not like to mix violets with any + thing.” + </p> + <p> + “They say primroses make a capital salad,” said Lord St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “Barbarian!” exclaimed Lady St. Jerome. “I see you want luncheon; it must, + be ready;” and she took Lothair’s arm. “I will show you a portrait of one + of your ancestors,” she said; “he married an Arundel.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 14 + </h2> + <p> + “Now, you know,” said Lady St. Jerome to Lothair in a hushed voice, as + they sat together in the evening, “you are to be quite free here; to do + exactly what you like; and we shall follow our ways. If you like to have a + clergyman of your own Church visit you while you are with us, pray say so + without the slightest scruple. We have an excellent gentleman in this + parish; he often dines here; and I am sure he would be most happy to + attend you. I know that Holy Week is not wholly disregarded by some of the + Anglicans.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the anniversary of the greatest event of time,” said Lothair; “and + I should be sorry if any of my Church did not entirely regard it, though + they may show that regard in a way different from your own.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes,” murmured Lady St. Jerome; “there should be no difference + between our Churches, if things were only properly understood. I would + accept all who really bow to the name of Christ; they will come to the + Church at last; they must. It is the atheists alone, I fear, who are now + carrying every thing before them, and against whom there is no comfort, + except the rock of St. Peter.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Arundel crossed the room, whispered something to her aunt, and + touched her forehead with her lips, and then left the apartment. + </p> + <p> + “We must soon separate, I fear,” said Lady St. Jerome; “we have an office + to-night of great moment; the Tenebrae commence to-night. You have, I + think, nothing like it; but you have services throughout this week.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to say I have not attended them,” said Lothair. “I did at + Oxford; but I don’t know how it is, but in London there seems no religion. + And yet, as you sometimes say, religion is the great business of life; I + sometimes begin to think the only business.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes,” said Lady St. Jerome, with much interest, “if you believe that + you are safe. I wish you had a clergyman near you while you are here. See + Mr. Claughton, if you like; I would; and, if you do not, there is Father + Coleman. I cannot convey to you how satisfactory conversation is with him + on religious matters. He is the holiest of men, and yet he is a man of the + world; he will not invite you into any controversies. He will speak with + you only on points on which we agree. You know there are many points on + which we agree?” + </p> + <p> + “Happily,” said Lothair. “And now about the office to-night: tell me about + these Tenebrae. Is there any thing in the Tenebrae why I ought not to be + present?” + </p> + <p> + “No reason whatever; not a dogma which you do not believe; not a ceremony + of which you cannot approve. There are Psalms, at the end of which a light + on the altar is extinguished. There is the Song of Moses, the Canticle of + Zachary, the Miserere—which is the 50th Psalm you read and chant + regularly in your church—the Lord’s Prayer in silence; and then all + is darkness and distress—what the Church was when our Lord suffered, + what the whole world is now except His Church.” + </p> + <p> + “If you will permit me,” said Lothair, “I will accompany you to the + Tenebrae.” + </p> + <p> + Although the chapel at Vauxe was, of course, a private chapel, it was open + to the surrounding public, who eagerly availed themselves of a permission + alike politic and gracious. + </p> + <p> + Nor was that remarkable. Manifold art had combined to create this + exquisite temple, and to guide all its ministrations. But to-night it was + not the radiant altar and the splendor of stately priests, the processions + and the incense, the divine choir and the celestial harmonies resounding + lingering in arched roofs, that attracted many a neighbor. The altar was + desolate, the choir was dumb; and while the services proceeded in hushed + tones of subdued sorrow, and sometimes even of suppressed anguish, + gradually, with each psalm and canticle, a light of the altar was + extinguished, till at length the Miserere was muttered, and all became + darkness. A sound as of a distant and rising wind was heard, and a crash, + as it were the fall of trees in a storm. The earth is covered with + darkness, and the veil of the temple is rent. But just at this moment of + extreme woe, when all human voices are silent, and when it is forbidden + even to breathe “Amen”—when every thing is symbolical of the + confusion and despair of the Church at the loss of her expiring Lord—a + priest brings forth a concealed light of silvery flame from a corner of + the altar. This is the light of the world, and announced the resurrection, + and then all rise up and depart in silence. + </p> + <p> + As Lothair rose, Miss Arundel passed him with streaming eyes. + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing in this holy office,” said Father Coleman to Lothair, + “to which every real Christian might not give his assent.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing,” said Lothair, with great decision. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 15 + </h2> + <p> + There were Tenebrae on the following days, Maundy Thursday and Good + Friday, and Lothair was present on both occasions. + </p> + <p> + “There is also a great office on Friday,” said Father Coleman to Lothair, + “which perhaps you would not like to attend—the mass of the + pre-sanctified. We bring back the blessed sacrament to the desolate altar, + and unveil the cross. It is one of our highest ceremonies, the adoration + of the cross, which the Protestants persist in calling idolatry, though I + presume they will give us leave to know the meaning of our own words and + actions, and hope they will believe us when we tell them that our + genuflexions and kissing of the cross are no more than exterior + expressions of that love which we bear in our hearts to Jesus crucified; + and that the words adoration and adore, as applied to the cross, only + signify that respect and veneration due to things immediately relating to + God and His service.” + </p> + <p> + “I see no idolatry in it,” said Lothair, musingly. + </p> + <p> + “No impartial person could,” rejoined Father Coleman; “but unfortunately + all these prejudices were imbibed when the world was not so well informed + as at present. A good deal of mischief has been done, too, by the + Protestant versions of the Holy Scriptures; made in a hurry, and by men + imperfectly acquainted with the Eastern tongues, and quite ignorant of + Eastern manners. All the accumulated research and investigation of modern + times have only illustrated and justified the offices of the Church.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very interesting,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Now, this question of idolatry,” said Father Coleman, “that is a fertile + subject of misconception. The house of Israel was raised up to destroy + idolatry because idolatry then meant dark images of Moloch opening their + arms by machinery, and flinging the beauteous first-born of the land into + their huge forms, which were furnaces of fire; or Ashtaroth, throned in + moonlit groves, and surrounded by orgies of ineffable demoralization. It + required the declared will of God to redeem man from such fatal iniquity, + which would have sapped the human race. But to confound such deeds with + the commemoration of God’s saints, who are only pictured because their + lives are perpetual incentives to purity and holiness, and to declare that + the Queen of Heaven and the Mother of God should be to human feeling only + as a sister of charity or a gleaner in the fields, is to abuse reason and + to outrage the heart.” + </p> + <p> + “We live in dark times,” said Lothair, with an air of distress. + </p> + <p> + “Not darker than before the deluge,” exclaimed Father Coleman; “not darker + than before the nativity; not darker even than when the saints became + martyrs. There is a Pharos in the world, and, its light will never be + extinguished, however black the clouds and wild the waves. Man is on his + trial now, not the Church; but in the service of the Church his highest + energies may be developed, and his noblest qualities proved.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair seemed plunged in thought, and Father Coleman glided away as Lady + St. Jerome entered the gallery, shawled and bonneted, accompanied by + another priest, Monsignore Catesby. + </p> + <p> + Catesby was a youthful member of an ancient English house, which for many + generations had without a murmur, rather in a spirit of triumph, made + every worldly sacrifice for the Church and court of Rome. For that cause + they had forfeited their lives, broad estates, and all the honors of a + lofty station in their own land. Reginald Catesby, with considerable + abilities, trained with consummate skill, inherited their determined will, + and the traditionary beauty of their form and countenance. His manners + were winning, and, he was as well informed in the ways of the world as he + was in the works of the great casuists. + </p> + <p> + “My lord has ordered the charbanc, and is going to drive us all to Chart, + where we will lunch,” said Lady St. Jerome; “‘tis a curious place, and was + planted, only seventy years ago, by my lord’s grandfather, entirely with + spruce-firs, but with so much care and skill, giving each plant and tree + ample distance, that they have risen to the noblest proportions, with all + their green branches far-spreading on the ground like huge fans.” + </p> + <p> + It was only a drive of three or four miles entirely in the park. This was + a district that had been added to the ancient enclosure—a striking + scene. It was a forest of firs, but quite unlike such as might be met with + in the north of Europe or of America. Every tree was perfect—huge + and complete, and full of massy grace. Nothing else was permitted to grow + there except juniper, of which there were abounding and wondrous groups, + green and spiral; the whole contrasting with the tall brown fern, of which + there were quantities about, cut for the deer. + </p> + <p> + The turf was dry and mossy, and the air pleasant. It was a balmy day. They + sat down by the great trees, the servants opened the luncheon-baskets, + which were a present from Balmoral. Lady St. Jerome was seldom seen to + greater advantage than distributing her viands under such circumstances. + Never was such gay and graceful hospitality. Lothair was quite fascinated + as she playfully thrust a paper of lobster-sandwiches into his hand, and + enjoined Monsignore Catesby to fill his tumbler with Chablis. + </p> + <p> + “I wish Father Coleman were here,” said Lothair to Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “Why?” said Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “Because we were in the midst of a very interesting conversation on + idolatry and on worship in groves, when Lady St. Jerome summoned us to our + drive. This seems a grove where one might worship.” + </p> + <p> + “Father Coleman ought to be at Rome,” said Miss Arundel. “He was to have + passed Holy Week there. I know not why he changed his plans.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you angry with him for it?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not angry, but surprised; surprised that any one might be at Rome, + and yet be absent from it.” + </p> + <p> + “You like Rome?” + </p> + <p> + “I have never been there. It is the wish of my life.” + </p> + <p> + “May I say to you what you said to me just now—why?” + </p> + <p> + “Naturally, because I would wish to witness the ceremonies of the Church + in their most perfect form.” + </p> + <p> + “But they are fulfilled in this country, I have heard, with much splendor + and precision.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Arundel shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! no,” she said; “in this country we are only just emerging from the + catacombs. If the ceremonies of the Church were adequately fulfilled in + England, we should hear very little of English infidelity.” + </p> + <p> + “That is saying a great deal,” observed Lothair, inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “Had I that command of wealth of which we hear so much in the present day, + and with which the possessors seem to know so little what to do, I would + purchase some of those squalid streets in Westminster, which are the shame + of the metropolis, and clear a great space and build a real cathedral, + where the worship of heaven should be perpetually conducted in the full + spirit of the ordinances of the Church. I believe, were this done, even + this country might be saved.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 16 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair began to meditate on two great ideas—the reconciliation of + Christendom, and the influence of architecture on religion. If the + differences between the Roman and Anglican Churches, and between the + papacy and Protestantism generally arose, as Father Coleman assured him, + and seemed to prove, in mere misconception, reconciliation, though + difficult, did not seem impossible, and appeared to be one of the most + efficient modes of defeating the atheists. It was a result which, of + course, mainly depended on the authority of Reason; but the power of the + imagination might also be enlisted in the good cause through the influence + of the fine arts, of which the great mission is to excite, and at the same + time elevate, the feelings of the human family. Lothair found himself + frequently in a reverie over Miss Arundel’s ideal fane; and, feeling that + he had the power of buying up a district in forlorn Westminster, and + raising there a temple to the living God, which might influence the future + welfare of millions, and even effect the salvation of his country, he + began to ask himself whether he could incur the responsibility of + shrinking from the fulfilment of this great duty. + </p> + <p> + Lothair could not have a better adviser on the subject of the influence of + architecture on religion than Monsignore Catesby. Monsignore Catesby had + been a pupil of Pugin; his knowledge of ecclesiastical architecture was + only equalled by his exquisite taste. To hear him expound the mysteries of + symbolical art, and expatiate on the hidden revelations of its beauteous + forms, reached even to ecstasy. Lothair hung upon his accents like a + neophyte. Conferences with Father Coleman on those points of faith on + which they did not differ, followed up by desultory remarks on those + points of faith on which they ought not to differ—critical + discussions with Monsignore Catesby on cathedrals, their forms, their + purposes, and the instances in several countries in which those forms were + most perfect and those purposes best secured—occupied a good deal of + time; and yet these engaging pursuits were secondary in real emotion to + his frequent conversations with Miss Arundel in whose society every day he + took a strange and deeper interest. + </p> + <p> + She did not extend to him that ready sympathy which was supplied by the + two priests. On the contrary, when he was apt to indulge in those + speculations which they always encouraged, and rewarded by adroit + applause, she was often silent, throwing on him only the scrutiny of those + violet yes, whose glance was rather fascinating than apt to captivate. And + yet he was irresistibly drawn to her, and, once recalling the portrait in + the gallery, he ventured to murmur that they were kinsfolk. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I have no kin, no country,” said Miss Arundel. “These are not times + for kin and country. I have given up all these things for my Master!” + </p> + <p> + “But are our times so trying as that?” inquired Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “They are times for new crusades,” said Miss Arundel, with energy, “though + it may be of a different character from the old. If I were a man, I would + draw my sword for Christ. There are as great deeds to be done as the siege + of Ascalon, or even as the freeing of the Holy Sepulchre.” + </p> + <p> + In the midst of a profound discussion with Father Coleman on Mariolatry, + Lothair, rapt in reverie, suddenly introduced the subject of Miss Arundel. + “I wonder what will be her lot?” he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + “It seems to, me to be settled,” said Father Coleman. “She will be the + bride of the Church.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed?” and he started, and even changed color. + </p> + <p> + “She deems it her vocation,” said Father Coleman. + </p> + <p> + “And yet, with such gifts, to be immured in a convent,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “That would not necessarily follow,” replied Father Coleman. “Miss Arundel + may occupy a position in which she may exercise much influence for the + great cause which absorbs her being.” + </p> + <p> + “There is a divine energy about her,” said Lothair, almost speaking to + himself. “It could not have been given for little ends.” + </p> + <p> + “If Miss Arundel could meet with a spirit as and as energetic as her own,” + said Father. Coleman, “Her fate might be different. She has no thoughts + which are not great, and no purposes which are not sublime. But for the + companion of her life she would require no less than a Godfrey de + Bouillon.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair began to find the time pass very rapidly at Vauxe. Easter week had + nearly vanished; Vauxe had been gay during the last few days. Every day + some visitors came down from London; sometimes they returned in the + evening; sometimes they passed the night at Vauxe, and returned to town in + the morning with large bouquets. Lothair felt it was time for him to + interfere, and he broke his intention to Lady St. Jerome; but Lady St. + Jerome would not hear of it. So he muttered something about business. + </p> + <p> + “Exactly,” she said; “everybody has business, and I dare say you have a + great deal. But Vauxe is exactly the place for persons who have business. + You go up to town by an early train, and then you return exactly in time + for dinner, and bring us all the news from the clubs.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair was beginning to say something, but Lady St. Jerome, who, when + necessary, had the rare art of not listening without offending the + speaker, told him that they did not intend themselves to return to town + for a week or so, and that she knew Lord St. Jerome would be greatly + annoyed if Lothair did not remain. + </p> + <p> + Lothair remained; and he went up to town one or two mornings to transact + business; that is to say, to see a celebrated architect and to order plans + for a cathedral, in which all the purposes of those sublime and exquisite + structures were to be realized. The drawings would take a considerable + time to prepare, and these must be deeply considered. So Lothair became + quite domiciliated at Vauxe: he went up to town in the morning, and + returned, as it were, to his home; everybody delighted to welcome him, and + yet he seemed not expected. His rooms were called after his name; and the + household treated him as one of the family. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 17 + </h2> + <p> + A few days before Lothair’s visit was to terminate, the cardinal and + Monsignore Berwick arrived at Vauxe. His eminence was received with much + ceremony; the marshalled household, ranged in lines, fell on their knees + at his approach, and Lady St. Jerome, Miss Arundel, and some other ladies, + scarcely less choice and fair, with the lowest obeisance, touched, with + their honored lips, his princely hand. + </p> + <p> + The monsignore had made another visit to Paris on his intended return to + Rome, but, in consequence of some secret intelligence which he had + acquired in the French capital, had thought fit to return to England to + consult with the cardinal. There seemed to be no doubt that the + revolutionary party in Italy, assured by the withdrawal of the French + troops from Rome, were again stirring. There seemed also little doubt that + London was the centre of preparation, though the project and the + projectors were involved in much, mystery. “They want money,” said the + monsignore; “that we know, and that is now our best chance. The Aspromonte + expedition drained their private resources; and as for further aid, that + is out of the question; the galantuomo is bankrupt. But the atheists are + desperate, and we must prepare for events.” + </p> + <p> + On the morning after their arrival, the cardinal invited Lothair to a + stroll in the park. “There is the feeling of spring this morning,” said + his eminence, “though scarcely yet its vision.” It was truly a day of + balm, and sweetness, and quickening life; a delicate mist hung about the + huge trees and the masses of more distant woods, and seemed to clothe them + with that fulness of foliage which was not yet theirs. The cardinal + discoursed much on forest-trees, and, happily. He recommended Lothair to + read Evelyn’s “Sylva.” Mr. Evelyn had a most accomplished mind; indeed, a + character in every respect that approached perfection. He was also a most + religious man. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder,” said Lothair, “how any man who is religious can think of any + thing but religion.” + </p> + <p> + “True,” said the cardinal, and looking at him earnestly, “most true. But + all things that are good and beautiful make us more religious. They tend + to the development of the religious principle in us, which is our divine + nature. And, my dear young friend,” and here his eminence put his arm + easily and affectionately into that of Lothair, “it is a most happy thing + for you, that you live so much with a really religious family. It is a + great boon for a young man, and a rare one.” + </p> + <p> + “I feel it so,” said Lothair, his face kindling. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said the cardinal, “when we remember that this country once + consisted only of such families!” And then, with a sigh, and as if + speaking to himself, “And they made it so great and so beautiful!” + </p> + <p> + “It is still great and beautiful,” said Lothair, but rather in a tone of + inquiry than decision. + </p> + <p> + “But the cause of its greatness and its beauty no longer exists. It became + great and beautiful because it believed in God.” + </p> + <p> + “But faith is not extinct?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “It exists in the Church,” replied the cardinal, with decision. “All + without that pale is practical atheism.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me that a sense of duty is natural to man,” said Lothair, + “and that there can be no satisfaction in life without attempting to + fulfil it.” + </p> + <p> + “Noble words, my dear young friend; noble and true. And the highest duty + of man, especially in this age, is to vindicate the principles of + religion, without which the world must soon become a scene of universal + desolation.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder if England will ever again be a religious country?” said + Lothair, musingly. + </p> + <p> + “I pray for that daily,” said the cardinal; and he invited his companion + to seat himself on the trunk of an oak that had been lying there since the + autumn fall. A slight hectic flame played over the pale and attenuated + countenance of the cardinal; he seemed for a moment in deep thought; and + then, in a voice distinct yet somewhat hushed, and at first rather + faltering, he said: “I know not a grander, or a nobler career, for a young + man of talents and position in this age, than to be the champion and + asserter of Divine truth. It is not probable that there could be another + conqueror in our time. The world is wearied of statesmen; whom democracy + has degraded into politicians, and of orators who have become what they + call debaters. I do not believe there could be another Dante, even another + Milton. The world is devoted to physical science, because it believes + these discoveries will increase its capacity of luxury and + self-indulgence. But the pursuit of science leads only to the insoluble. + When we arrive at that barren term, the Divine voice summons man, as it + summoned Samuel; all the poetry and passion and sentiment of human nature + are taking refuge in religion; and he, whose deeds and words most nobly + represent Divine thoughts, will be the man of this century.” + </p> + <p> + “But who could be equal to such a task?” murmured Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Yourself,” exclaimed the cardinal, and he threw his glittering eye upon + his companion. “Any one with the necessary gifts, who had implicit faith + in the Divine purpose.” + </p> + <p> + “But the Church is perplexed; it is ambiguous, contradictory.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said the cardinal; “not the Church of Christ; it is never + perplexed, never ambiguous, never contradictory. Why should it be? How + could it be? The Divine persons are ever with it, strengthening and + guiding it with perpetual miracles. Perplexed churches are churches made + by Act of Parliament, not by God.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair seemed to start, and looked at his guardian with a scrutinizing + glance. And then he said, but not without hesitation, “I experience at + times great despondency.” + </p> + <p> + “Naturally,” replied the cardinal. “Every man must be despondent who is + not a Christian.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am a Christian,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “A Christian estranged,” said the cardinal; “a Christian without the + consolations of Christianity.” + </p> + <p> + “There is something in that,” said Lothair. “I require the consolations of + Christianity, and yet I feel I have them not. Why is this?” + </p> + <p> + “Because what you call your religion is a thing apart from your life, and + it ought to be your life. Religion should be the rule of life, not a + casual incident of it. There is not a duty of existence, not a joy or + sorrow which the services of the Church do not assert, or with which they + do not sympathize. Tell me, now; you have, I was glad to hear, attended + the services of the Church of late, since you have been under this + admirable roof. Have you not then found some consolation?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; without doubt I have been often solaced.” And Lothair sighed. + </p> + <p> + “What the soul is to man, the Church is to the world,” said the cardinal. + “It is the link between us and the Divine nature. It came from heaven + complete; it has never changed, and it can never alter. Its ceremonies are + types of celestial truths; its services are suited to all the moods of + man; they strengthen him in his wisdom and his purity, and control and + save him in the hour of passion and temptation. Taken as a whole, with all + its ministrations, its orders, its offices, and the divine splendor of its + ritual, it secures us on earth some adumbration of that ineffable glory + which awaits the faithful in heaven, where the blessed Mother of God and + ten thousand saints perpetually guard over us with Divine intercession.” + </p> + <p> + “I was not taught these things in my boyhood,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “And you might reproach me, and reasonably, as your guardian, for my + neglect,” said the cardinal. “But my power was very limited, and, when my + duties commenced, you must remember that I was myself estranged from the + Church, I was myself a Parliamentary Christian, till despondency and study + and ceaseless thought and prayer, and the Divine will, brought me to light + and rest. But I at least saved you from a Presbyterian university; I at + least secured Oxford for you; and I can assure you, of my many struggles, + that was not the least.” + </p> + <p> + “It gave the turn to my mind,” said Lothair, “and I am grateful to you for + it. What it will all end in, God only knows.” + </p> + <p> + “It will end in His glory and in yours,” said the cardinal. “I have + spoken, perhaps, too much and too freely, but you greatly interest me, not + merely because you are my charge, and the son of my beloved friend, but + because I perceive in you great qualities—qualities so great,” + continued the cardinal with earnestness, “that properly guided, they may + considerably affect the history of this country, and perhaps even have a + wider range.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” continued the cardinal in a lighter tone, “we will pursue + our ramble. At any rate, I am not wrong in this, that you have no + objection to join in my daily prayer for the conversion of this kingdom to—religious + truth,” his eminence added after a pause. + </p> + <p> + “Yes religious truth,” said Lothair, “we must all pray for that.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 18 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair returned to town excited and agitated. He felt that he was on the + eve of some great event in his existence, but its precise character was + not defined. One conclusion, however, was indubitable: life must be + religion; when we consider what is at stake, and that our eternal welfare + depends on our due preparation for the future, it was folly to spare a + single hour from the consideration of the best means to secure our + readiness. Such a subject does not admit of half measures or of halting + opinions. It seemed to Lothair that nothing could interest him in life + that was not symbolical of divine truths and an adumbration of the + celestial hereafter. + </p> + <p> + Could truth have descended from heaven ever to be distorted, to be + corrupted, misapprehended, misunderstood? Impossible! Such a belief would + confound and contradict all the attributes of the All-wise and the + All-mighty. There must be truth on earth now as fresh and complete is it + was at Bethlehem. And how could it be preserved but by the influence of + the Paraclete acting on an ordained class? On this head his tutor at + Oxford had fortified him; by a conviction of the Apostolical succession of + the English bishops, which no Act of Parliament could alter or affect. But + Lothair was haunted by a feeling that the relations of his Communion with + the Blessed Virgin were not satisfactory. They could not content either + his heart or his intellect. Was it becoming that a Christian should live + as regards the hallowed Mother of his God in a condition of harsh + estrangement? What mediatorial influence more awfully appropriate than the + consecrated agent of the mighty mystery? Nor could he, even in his early + days, accept without a scruple the frigid system that would class the holy + actors in the divine drama of the Redemption as mere units in the + categories of vanished generations. Human beings who had been in personal + relation with the Godhead must be different from other human beings. There + must be some transcendent quality in their lives and careers, in their + very organization, which marks them out from all secular heroes. What was + Alexander the Great, or even Caius Julius, compared with that apostle whom + Jesus loved? + </p> + <p> + Restless and disquieted, Lothair paced the long and lofty rooms which had + been secured for him in a London hotel which rivalled the colossal + convenience of Paris and the American cities. Their tawdry ornaments and + their terrible new furniture would not do after the galleries and + portraits of Vauxe. Lothair sighed. + </p> + <p> + Why did that visit ever end? Why did the world consist of any thing else + but Tudor palaces in ferny parks, or time be other than a perpetual Holy + Week? He never sighed at Vauxe. Why? He supposed it was because their + religion was his life, and here—and he looked around him with a + shudder. The cardinal was right: it was a most happy thing for him to be + living so much with so truly a religious family. + </p> + <p> + The door opened, and servants came in bearing a large and magnificent + portfolio. It was of morocco and of prelatial purple with broad bands of + gold and alternate ornaments of a cross and a coronet. A servant handed to + Lothair a letter, which enclosed the key that opened its lock. The + portfolio contained the plans and drawings of the cathedral. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was lost in admiration of these designs and their execution. But + after the first fever of investigation was over, he required sympathy and + also information. In a truly religious family there would always be a + Father Coleman or a Monsignore Catesby to guide and to instruct. But a + Protestant, if he wants aid or advice on any matter, can only go to his + solicitor. But as he proceeded in his researches he sensibly felt that the + business was one above even an oratorian or a monsignore. It required a + finer and a more intimate sympathy; a taste at the same time more inspired + and more inspiring; some one who blended with divine convictions the + graceful energy of human feeling, and who would not only animate him to + effort but fascinate him to its fulfilment. The counsellor he required was + Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + Lothair had quitted Vauxe one week, and it seemed to him a year. During + the first four-and-twenty hours he felt like a child who had returned to + school, and, the day after, like a man on a desert island. Various other + forms of misery and misfortune were suggested by his succeeding + experience. Town brought no distractions to him; he knew very few people, + and these be had not yet encountered; he had once ventured to White’s, but + found only a group of gray-beaded men, who evidently did not know him, and + who seemed to scan him with cynical nonchalance. These were not the golden + youth whom he had been assured by Bertram would greet him; so, after + reading a newspaper for a moment upside downward, he got away. But he had + no harbor of refuge, and was obliged to ride down to Richmond and dine + alone, and meditate on symbols and celestial adumbrations. Every day he + felt how inferior was this existence to that of a life in a truly + religious family. + </p> + <p> + But, of all the members of the family to which his memory recurred with + such unflagging interest, none more frequently engaged his thoughts than + Miss Arundel. Her conversation, which stimulated his intelligence while it + rather piqued his self-love, exercised a great influence over him, and he + had omitted no opportunity of enjoying her society. That society and its + animating power he sadly missed; and now that he had before him the very + drawings about which they had frequently talked, and she was not by his + side to suggest and sympathize and criticise and praise, he felt unusually + depressed. + </p> + <p> + Lothair corresponded with Lady St. Jerome, and was aware of her intended + movements. But the return the family to London had been somewhat delayed. + When this disappointment was first made known to him, his impulse was to + ride down to Vauxe; but the tact in which he was not deficient assured him + that he ought not to reappear on a stage where he had already figured for + perhaps too considerable a time, and so another week had to be passed, + softened, however, by visits from the father of the oratory and the + chamberlain of his holiness, who came to look after Lothair with much + friendliness, and with whom it was consolatory and even delightful for him + to converse on sacred art, still holier things, and also Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + At length, though it seemed impossible, this second week elapsed, and + to-morrow Lothair was to lunch with Lady St. Jerome in St. James’s Square, + and to meet all his friends. He thought of it all day, and he passed a + restless night. He took an early canter to rally his energies, and his + fancy was active in the splendor of the spring. The chestnuts were in + silver bloom, and the pink May had flushed the thorns, and banks of + sloping turf were radiant with plots of gorgeous flowers. The waters + glittered in the sun, and the air was fragrant with that spell which only + can be found in metropolitan mignonette. It was the hour and the season + when heroic youth comes to great decisions, achieves exploits, or + perpetrates scrapes. + </p> + <p> + Nothing could be more cordial, nothing more winning, than the reception of + Lothair by Lady St. Jerome. She did not conceal her joy at their being + again together. Even Miss Arundel, though still calm, even a little + demure, seemed glad to see him: her eyes looked kind and pleased, and she + gave him her hand with graceful heartiness. It was the sacred hour of two + when Lothair arrived, and they were summoned to luncheon almost + immediately. Then they were not alone; Lord St. Jerome was not there, but + the priests were present and some others. Lothair, however, sat next to + Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “I have been thinking of you very often since I left Vauxe,” said Lothair + to his neighbor. + </p> + <p> + “Charitably, I am sure.” + </p> + <p> + “I have been thinking of you every day,” he continued, “for I wanted your + advice.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! but that is not a popular thing to give.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is precious—at least, yours is to me—and I want it now + very much.” + </p> + <p> + “Father Coleman told me you had got the plans for the cathedral,” said + Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “And I want to show them to you.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear I am only a critic,” said Miss Arundel, “and I do not admire mere + critics. I was very free in my comments to you on several subjects at + Vauxe; and I must now say I thought you bore it very kindly.” + </p> + <p> + “I was enchanted,” said Lothair, “and desire nothing but to be ever + subject to such remarks. But this affair of the cathedral, it is your own + thought—I would fain hope your own wish, for unless it were your own + wish I do not think I ever should be able to accomplish it.” + </p> + <p> + “And when the cathedral is built,” said Miss Arundel “what then?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you not remember telling me at Vauxe that all sacred buildings should + be respected, for that in the long-run they generally fell to the + professors of the true faith?” + </p> + <p> + “But when they built St. Peter’s, they dedicated it to a saint in heaven,” + said Miss Arundel. “To whom is yours to be inscribed?” + </p> + <p> + “To a saint in heaven and in earth,” said Lothair, blushing; “to St. + Clare.” + </p> + <p> + But Lady St. Jerome and her guests rose at this moment, and it is + impossible to say with precision whether this last remark of Lothair + absolutely reached the ear of Miss Arundel. She looked as if it had not. + The priests and the other guests dispersed. Lothair accompanied the ladies + to the drawing-room; he lingered, and he was meditating if the occasion + served to say more. + </p> + <p> + Lady St. Jerome was writing a note, Mss Arundel was arranging some work, + Lothair was affecting an interest in her employment in order that he might + be seated by her and ask her questions, when the groom of the chambers + entered and inquired whether her ladyship was at home, and being answered + in the affirmative, retired, and announced and ushered in the duchess and + Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 19 + </h2> + <p> + It seemed that the duchess and Lady St. Jerome were intimate, for they + called each other by their Christian names, and kissed each other. The + young ladies also were cordial. Her grace greeted Lothair with heartiness; + Lady Corisande with some reserve. Lothair thought she looked very radiant + and very proud. + </p> + <p> + It was some time since they had all met—not since the end of the + last season—so there was a great deal to talk about. There had been + deaths and births and marriages which required a flying comment—all + important events; deaths which solved many difficulties, heirs to estates + which were not expected, and weddings which surprised everybody. + </p> + <p> + “And have you seen Selina?” inquired Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “Not yet; except mamma, this is our first visit,” replied the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that is real friendship. She came down to Vauxe the other day, but I + did not think she was looking well. She frets herself too much about her + boys; she does not know what to do with them. They will not go into the + Church, and they have no fortune for the Guards.” + </p> + <p> + “I understood that Lord Plantagenet was to be a civil engineer,” said Lady + Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “And Lord Albert Victor to have a sheep-walk in Australia,” continued Lady + St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “They say that a lord must not go to the bar,” said Miss Arundel. “It + seems to me very unjust.” + </p> + <p> + “Alfred Beaufort went the circuit,” said Lady Corisande, “but I believe + they drove him into Parliament.” + </p> + <p> + “You will miss your friend Bertram at Oxford,” said the duchess, + addressing Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed,” said Lothair, rather confused, for he was himself a defaulter in + collegiate attendance. “I was just going to write to him to see whether + one could not keep half a term.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! nothing will prevent his taking his degree,” said the duchess, “but I + fear there must be some delay. There is a vacancy for our county—Mr. + Sandstone is dead, and they insist upon returning Bertram. I hope he will + be of age before the nomination. The duke is much opposed to it; he wishes + him to wait; but in these days it is not so easy for young men to get into + Parliament. It is not as it used to be; we cannot choose.” + </p> + <p> + “This is an important event,” said Lothair to Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “I think it is; nor do I believe Bertram is too young for public life. + These are not times to be laggard.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no doubt they are very serious times,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I have every confidence in Bertram—in his ability and his + principles.” + </p> + <p> + The ladies began to talk about the approaching drawing-room and Lady + Corisande’s presentation, and Lothair thought it right to make his + obeisance and withdraw. He met in the hall Father Coleman, who was in fact + looking after him, and would have induced him to repair to the father’s + room and hold some interesting conversation, but Lothair was not so + congenial as usual. He was even abrupt, and the father, who never pressed + any thing, assuming that Lothair had some engagement, relinquished with a + serene brow, but not without chagrin, what he had deemed might have proved + a golden opportunity. + </p> + <p> + And yet Lothair had no engagement, and did not know where to go or what to + do with himself. But he wanted to be alone, and of all persons in the + world at that moment, he had a sort of instinct that the one he wished + least to converse with was Father Coleman. + </p> + <p> + “She has every confidence in his principles,” said Lothair to himself as + he mounted his horse, “and his principles were mine six months ago, when I + was at Brentham. Delicious Brentham! It seems like a dream; but every + thing seems like a dream; I hardly know whether life is agony or bliss.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 20 + </h2> + <p> + The duke was one of the few gentlemen in London who lived in a palace. + One of the half-dozen of those stately structures that our capital boasts + had fallen to his lot. + </p> + <p> + An heir-apparent to the throne, in the earlier days of the present + dynasty, had resolved to be lodged as became a prince, and had raised, + amid gardens which he had diverted from one of the royal parks, an edifice + not unworthy of Vicenza in its best days, though on a far more extensive + scale than any pile that favored city boasts. Before the palace was + finished, the prince died, and irretrievably in debt. His executors were + glad to sell to the trustees of the ancestors of the chief of the house of + Brentham the incomplete palace, which ought never to have been commenced. + The ancestor of the duke was by no means so strong a man as the duke + himself, and prudent people rather murmured at the exploit. But it was + what is called a lucky family—that is to say, a family with a charm + that always attracted and absorbed heiresses; and perhaps the splendor of + CRECY HOUSE—for it always retained its original title—might + have in some degree contributed to fascinate the taste or imagination of + the beautiful women who, generation after generation, brought their bright + castles and their broad manors to swell the state and rent-rolls of the + family who were so kind to Lothair. + </p> + <p> + The centre of Crecy House consisted of a hall of vast proportion, and + reaching to the roof. Its walls commemorated, in paintings by the most + celebrated artists of the age, the exploits of the Black Prince; and its + coved ceiling, in panels resplendent with Venetian gold, contained the + forms and portraits of English heroes. A corridor round this hall + contained the most celebrated private collection of pictures in England + and opened into a series of sumptuous saloons. + </p> + <p> + It was a rather early hour when Lothair, the morning after his meeting the + duchess at Lady St. Jerome’s, called at Crecy House; but it was only to + leave his card. He would not delay for a moment paying his respects there, + and yet he shrank from thrusting himself immediately into the circle. The + duke’s brougham was in the court-yard. Lothair was holding his groom’s + horse, who had dismounted, when the hall-door opened, and his grace and + Bertram came forth. + </p> + <p> + “Halloa, old fellow!” exclaimed Bertram, “only think of your being here. + It seems an age since we met. The duchess was telling us about you at + breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + “Go in and see them,” said the duke, “there is a large party at luncheon; + Augusta Montairy is there. Bertram and I are obliged to go to Lincoln’s + Inn, something about his election.” + </p> + <p> + But Lothair murmured thanks and declined. + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do with yourself to-day?” said the duke. And + Lothair hesitating, his grace continued: “Well, then, come and dine with + us.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course you will come, old fellow. I have not seen you since you left + Oxford at the beginning of the year. And then we can settle about your + term.” And Lothair assenting, they drove away. + </p> + <p> + It was nine o’clock before they dined. The days were getting very long, + and soft, and sweet; the riding-parties lingered amid the pink May and the + tender twilight breeze. The Montairys dined to-day at Crecy House, and a + charming married daughter without her husband, and Lord and Lady + Clanmorne, who were near kin to the duchess, and themselves so + good-looking and agreeable that they were as good at a dinner-party as a + couple of first-rate entrées. There was also Lord Carisbrooke, a young man + of distinguished air and appearance; his own master, with a large estate, + and three years or so older than Lothair. + </p> + <p> + They dined in the Chinese saloon, which was of moderate dimensions, but + bright with fantastic forms and colors, brilliantly lit up. It was the + privilege of Lothair to hand the duchess to her seat. He observed that + Lord Carisbrooke was placed next to Lady Corisande, though he had not + taken her out. + </p> + <p> + “This dinner reminds me of my visit to Brentham,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Almost the same party,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “The visit to Brentham was the happiest time of my life,” said Lothair, + moodily. + </p> + <p> + “But you have seen a great deal since,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “I am not a sure it is of any use seeing things,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + When the ladies retired, there was some talk about horses. Lord + Carisbrooke was breeding; Lothair thought it was a duty to breed, but not + to go on the turf. Lord Carisbrooke thought there could be no good + breeding without racing; Lothair was of opinion that races might be + confined to one’s own parks, with no legs admitted, and immense prizes, + which must cause emulation. Then they joined the ladies, and then, in a + short time, there was music. Lothair hovered about Lady Corisande, and at + last seized a happy opportunity of addressing her. + </p> + <p> + “I shall never forget your singing at Brentham,” he said; “at first I + thought it might be as Lady Montairy said, because I was not used to fine + singing; but I heard the Venusina the other day, and I prefer your voice + and style.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you heard the Venusina?” said Lady Corisande, with animation; “I + know nothing that I look forward to with more interest. But I was told she + was not to open her mouth until she appeared at the opera. Where did you + hear her?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I heard her,” said Lothair, “at the Roman Catholic cathedral.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure I shall never hear her there,” said Lady Corisande, looking + very grave. + </p> + <p> + “Do not you think music a powerful accessory to religion?” said Lothair, + but a little embarrassed. + </p> + <p> + “Within certain limits,” said Lady Corisande—“the limits I am used + to; but I should prefer to hear opera-singers at the opera.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! if all amateurs could sing like you,” said Lothair, “that would be + unnecessary. But a fine mass by Mozart—it requires great skill as + well as power to render it. I admire no one so much as Mozart, and + especially his masses. I have been hearing a great many of them lately.” + </p> + <p> + “So we understood,” said Lady Corisande, rather dryly, and looking about + her as if she were not much interested, or at any rate not much gratified + by the conversation. + </p> + <p> + Lothair felt he was not getting on, and he wished to get on, but he was + socially inexperienced, and his resources not much in hand. There was a + pause—it seemed to him an awkward pause; and then Lady Corisande + walked away and addressed Lady Clanmorne. + </p> + <p> + Some very fine singing began at this moment; the room was hushed, no one + moved, and Lothair, undisturbed, had the opportunity of watching his late + companion. There was something in Lady Corisande that to him was + irresistibly captivating; and as he was always thinking and analyzing, he + employed himself in discovering the cause. “She is not particularly + gracious,” he said to himself, “at least not to me; she is beautiful, but + so are others; and others, like her, are clever—perhaps more clever. + But there is something in her brow, her glance, her carriage, which + intimate what they call character, which interests me. Six months ago I + was in love with her, because I thought she was like her sisters. I love + her sisters, but she is not the least like them.” + </p> + <p> + The music ceased; Lothair moved away, and he approached the duke. + </p> + <p> + “I have a favor to ask your grace,” he said. “I have made up my mind that + I shall not go back to Oxford this term; would your grace do me the great + favor of presenting me at the next levée?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 21 + </h2> + <p> + One’s life changes in a moment. Half a month ago, Lothair, without an + acquaintance, was meditating his return to Oxford. Now he seemed to know + everybody who was anybody. His table was overflowing with invitations to + all the fine houses in town. First came the routs and the balls; then, + when he had been presented to the husbands, came the dinners. His kind + friends the Duchess and Lady St. Jerome were the fairies who had worked + this sudden scene of enchantment. A single word from them, and London was + at Lothair’s feet. + </p> + <p> + He liked it amazingly. He quite forgot the conclusion at which he had + arrived respecting society a year ago, drawn from his vast experience of + the single party which he had then attended. Feelings are different when + you know a great many persons, and every person is trying to please you; + above all, when there are individuals whom you want to meet, and whom, if + you do not meet, you become restless. + </p> + <p> + Town was beginning to blaze. Broughams whirled and bright barouches + glanced, troops of social cavalry cantered and caracolled in morning + rides, and the bells of prancing ponies, lashed by delicate hands, gingled + in the laughing air. There were stoppages in Bond Street, which seems to + cap the climax of civilisation, after crowded clubs and swarming parks. + </p> + <p> + But the great event of the season was the presentation of Lady Corisande. + Truly our bright maiden of Brenthani woke and found herself famous. There + are families whom everybody praises, and families who are treated in a + different way. Either will do; all the sons and daughters of the first + succeed, all the sons and daughters of the last are encouraged in + perverseness by the prophetic determination of society. Half a dozen + married sisters, who were the delight and ornament of their circles, in + the case of Lady Corisande were good precursors of popularity; but the + world would not be content with that: they credited her with all their + charms and winning qualities, but also with something grander and beyond + comparison; and from the moment her fair cheek was sealed by the gracious + approbation of Majesty, all the critics of the Court at once recognised + her as the cynosure of the Empyrean. + </p> + <p> + Monsignore Catesby, who looked after Lothair, and was always breakfasting + with him without the necessity of an invitation (a fascinating man, and + who talked upon all subjects except High Mass), knew everything that took + place at Court without being present there himself. He led the + conversation to the majestic theme, and while he seemed to be busied in + breaking an egg with delicate precision, and hardly listening to the frank + expression of opinions which he carelessly encouraged, obtained a not + insufficient share of Lothair’s views and impressions of human beings and + affairs in general during the last few days, which had witnessed a Levée + and a Drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah! then you were so fortunate as to know the beauty before her début,’ + said the Monsignore. + </p> + <p> + ‘Intimately; her brother is my friend. I was at Brentham last summer. + Delicious place! and the most agreeable visit I ever made in my life, at + least, one of the most agreeable.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah! ah!’ said the Monsignore. ‘Let me ring for some toast.’ + </p> + <p> + On the night of the Drawing-room, a great ball was given at Crecy House to + celebrate the entrance of Corisande into the world. It was a sumptuous + festival. The palace, resonant with fantastic music, blazed amid illumined + gardens rich with summer warmth. + </p> + <p> + A prince of the blood was dancing with Lady Corisande. Lothair was there, + vis-à -vis with Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + ‘I delight in this hall,’ she said to Lothair; ‘but how superior the + pictured scene to the reality!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What! would you like, then, to be in a battle?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I should like to be with heroes, wherever they might be. What a fine + character was the Black Prince! And they call those days the days of + superstition!’ + </p> + <p> + The silver horns sounded a brave flourish. Lothair had to advance and meet + Lady Corisande. Her approaching mien was full of grace and majesty, but + Lothair thought there was a kind expression in her glance, which seemed to + remember Brentham, and that he was her brother’s friend. + </p> + <p> + A little later in the evening he was her partner. He could not refrain + from congratulating her on the beauty and the success of the festival. + </p> + <p> + ‘I am glad you are pleased, and I am glad you think it successful; but, + you know, I am no judge, for this is my first ball!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah! to be sure; and yet it seems impossible,’ he continued, in a tone of + murmuring admiration. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh! I have been at little dances at my sisters’; half behind the door,’ + she added, with a slight smile. ‘But to-night I am present at a scene of + which I have only read.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And how do you like balls?’ said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + ‘I think I shall like them very much,’ said Lady Corisande; ‘but to-night, + I will confess, I am a little nervous.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You do not look so.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I am glad of that.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Is it not a sign of weakness?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Can feeling be weakness?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Feeling without sufficient cause is, I should think.’ And then, and in a + tone of some archness, she said, ‘And how do you like balls?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, I like them amazingly,’ said Lothair. ‘They seem to me to have + every quality which can render an entertainment agreeable: music, light, + flowers, beautiful faces, graceful forms, and occasionally charming + conversation.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes; and that never lingers,’ said Lady Corisande, ‘for see, I am + wanted.’ + </p> + <p> + When they were again undisturbed, Lothair regretted the absence of + Bertram, who was kept at the House. + </p> + <p> + ‘It is a great disappointment,’ said Lady Corisande; ‘but he will yet + arrive, though late. I should be most unhappy though, if he were absent + from his post on such an occasion I am sure if he were here I could not + dance.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You are a most ardent politician,’ said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh! I do not care in the least about common politics, parties and office + and all that; I neither regard nor understand them,’ replied Lady + Corisande. ‘But when wicked men try to destroy the country, then I like my + family to be in the front.’ + </p> + <p> + As the destruction of the country meditated this night by wicked men was + some change in the status of the Church of England, which Monsignore + Catesby in the morning had suggested to Lothair as both just and expedient + and highly conciliatory, Lothair did not pursue the theme, for he had a + greater degree of tact than usually falls to the lot of the ingenuous. + </p> + <p> + The bright moments flew on. Suddenly there was a mysterious silence in the + hall, followed by a kind of suppressed stir. Everyone seemed to be + speaking with bated breath, or, if moving, walking on tiptoe. It was the + supper hour? + </p> + <p> + Soft hour which wakes the wish and melts the heart. + </p> + <p> + Royalty, followed, by the imperial presence of ambassadors, and escorted + by a group of dazzling duchesses and paladins of high degree, was ushered + with courteous pomp by the host and hostess into a choice saloon, hung + with rose-coloured tapestry and illumined by chandeliers of crystal, where + they were served from gold plate. But the thousand less favoured were not + badly off, when they found themselves in the more capacious chambers, into + which they rushed with an eagerness hardly in keeping with the splendid + nonchalance of the preceding hours. + </p> + <p> + ‘What a perfect family,’ exclaimed Hugo Bohun, as he extracted a couple of + fat little birds from their bed of aspic jelly; ‘everything they do in + such perfect taste. How safe you were here to have ortolans for supper!’ + </p> + <p> + All the little round tables, though their number was infinite, were full. + Male groups hung about; some in attendance on fair dames, some foraging + for themselves, some thoughtful and more patient and awaiting a + satisfactory future. Never was such an elegant clatter. + </p> + <p> + ‘I wonder where Carisbrooke is,’ said Hugo Bohun. ‘They say he is + wonderfully taken with the beauteous daughter of the house.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I will back the Duke of Brecon against him,’ said one of his companions. + ‘He raved about her at White’s yesterday.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Hem!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The end is not so near as all that,’ said a third wassailer. + </p> + <p> + ‘I do not know that,’ said Hugo Bohun. ‘It is a family that marries off + quickly. If a fellow is obliged to marry, he always likes to marry one of + them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What of this new star?’ said his friend, and he mentioned Lothair. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh! he is too young; not launched. Besides he is going to turn Catholic, + and I doubt whether that would do in that quarter.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But he has a greater fortune than any of them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Immense! A man I know, who knows another man——’ and then he + began a long statistical story about Lothair’s resources. + </p> + <p> + ‘Have you got any room here, Hugo?’ drawled out Lord St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + ‘Plenty, and here is my chair.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘On no account; half of it and some soup will satisfy me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I should have thought you would have been with the swells,’ said Hugo + Bohun. + </p> + <p> + ‘That does not exactly suit me,’ said St. Aldegonde. ‘I was ticketed to + the Duchess of Salop, but I got a first-rate substitute with the charm of + novelty for her Grace, and sent her in with Lothair.’ + </p> + <p> + St. Aldegonde was the heir apparent of the wealthiest, if not the most + ancient, dukedom in the United Kingdom. He was spoiled, but he knew it. + Had he been an ordinary being, he would have merely subsided into + selfishness and caprice, but having good abilities and a good disposition, + he was eccentric, adventurous, and sentimental. Notwithstanding the apathy + which had been engendered by premature experience, St. Aldegonde held + extreme opinions, especially on political affairs, being a republican of + the reddest dye. He was opposed to all privilege, and indeed to all orders + of men, except dukes, who were a necessity. He was also strongly in favour + of the equal division of all property, except land. Liberty depended on + land, and the greater the landowners, the greater the liberty of a + country. He would hold forth on this topic even with energy, amazed at + anyone differing from him; ‘as if a fellow could have too much land,’ he + would urge with a voice and glance which defied contradiction. St. + Aldegonde had married for love, and he loved his wife, but he was strongly + in favour of woman’s rights and their extremest consequences. It was + thought that he had originally adopted these latter views with the amiable + intention of piquing Lady St. Aldegonde; but if so, he had not succeeded. + Beaming with brightness, with the voice and airiness of a bird, and a + cloudless temper, Albertha St. Aldegonde had, from the first hour of her + marriage, concentrated her intelligence, which was not mean, on one + object; and that was never to cross her husband on any conceivable topic. + They had been married several years, and she treated him as a darling + spoiled child. When he cried for the moon, it was promised him + immediately; however irrational his proposition, she always assented to + it, though generally by tact and vigilance she guided him in the right + direction. Nevertheless, St. Aldegonde was sometimes in scrapes; but then + he always went and told his best friend, whose greatest delight was to + extricate him from his perplexities and embarrassments. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 22 + </h2> + <p> + Although Lothair was not in the slightest degree shaken in his conviction + that life should be entirely religious, he was perplexed by the inevitable + obstacles which seemed perpetually to oppose themselves to the practice of + his opinions. It was not merely pleasure in its multiform appearances that + he had to contend against, but business began imperiously to solicit his + attention. Every month brought him nearer to his majority, and the + frequent letters from Mr. Putney Giles now began to assume the pressing + shape of solicitations for personal interviews. He had a long conversation + one morning with Father Coleman on this subject, who greatly relieved him + by the assurance that a perfectly religious life was one of which the + sovereign purpose was to uphold the interests of the Church of Christ, the + father added after a momentary pause. Business, and even amusement, were, + not only compatible with such a purpose, but might even be conducive to + its fulfilment. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Putney Giles reminded Lothair that the attainment of his majority must + be celebrated, and in a becoming manner. Preparation, and even + considerable preparation, was necessary. There were several scenes of + action—some very distant. It was not too early to contemplate + arrangements. Lothair really must confer with his guardians. They were + both now in town, the Scotch uncle having come up to attend Parliament. + Could they be brought together? Was it indeed impossible? If so, who was + to give the necessary instructions? + </p> + <p> + It was much more than a year since Lothair had met his uncle, and he did + not anticipate much satisfaction from the renewal of their intimacy; but + every feeling of propriety demanded that it should be recognized, and to a + certain degree revived. Lord Culloden was a black Scotchman, tall and + lean, with good features, a hard red face and iron-gray hair. He was a man + who shrank from scenes, and he greeted Lothair as if they had only parted + yesterday. Looking at him with his keen, unsentimental, but not unkind, + eye, he said: “Well, sir, I thought you would have been at Oxford.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my dear uncle; but circumstances—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, I don’t want to hear the cause. I am very glad you are not + there; I believe you might as well be at Rome.” + </p> + <p> + And then in due course, and after some talk of the past and old times, + Lothair referred to the suggestions of Mr. Giles, and hinted at a meeting + of his guardians to confer and advise together. + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said the Scotch peer, shaking his head; “I will have nothing to + do with the Scarlet Lady. Mr. Giles is an able and worthy man; he may well + be trusted to draw up a programme for our consideration, and indeed it is + an affair in which yourself should be most consulted. Let all be done + liberally, for you have a great inheritance, and I would be no curmudgeon + in these matters.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my dear uncle, whatever is arranged, I hope you and my cousins will + honor and gratify me with your presence throughout the proceedings.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, it is not much in my way. You will be having balls and fine + ladies. There is no fool like an old fool, they say; but I think, from + what I hear, the young fools will beat us in the present day. Only think + of young persons going over to the Church of Rome. Why, they are just + naturals!” + </p> + <p> + The organizing genius of Mr. Putney Giles had rarely encountered a more + fitting theme than the celebration of the impending majority. There was + place for all his energy and talent and resources; a great central + inauguration; sympathetical festivals and gatherings in half a dozen other + counties; the troth, as it were, of a sister kingdom to be pledged; a + vista of balls and banquets, and illuminations and addresses, of ceaseless + sports and speeches, and processions alike endless. + </p> + <p> + “What I wish to effect,” said Mr. Giles, as he was giving his multifarious + orders, “is to produce among all classes an impression adequate to the + occasion. I wish the lord and the tenantry alike to feel they have a duty + to perform.” + </p> + <p> + In the mean time, Monsignore Catesby was pressing Lothair to become one of + the patrons of a Roman Catholic Bazaar, where Lady St. Jerome and Miss + Arundel were to preside over a stall. It was of importance to show that + charity was not the privilege of any particular creed. + </p> + <p> + Between his lawyers, and his monsignores, and his architects, Lothair + began to get a little harassed. He was disturbed in his own mind, too, on + greater matters, and seemed to feel every day that it was more necessary + to take a decided step, and more impossible to decide upon what it should + be. He frequently saw the cardinal, who was very kind to him, but who had + become more reserved on religious subjects. He had dined more than once + with his eminence, and had met some distinguished prelates and some of his + fellow-nobles who had been weaned from the errors of their cradle. The + cardinal, perhaps, thought that the presence of these eminent converts + would facilitate the progress, perhaps the decision, of his ward; but + something seemed always to happen to divert Lothair in his course. It + might-be sometimes apparently a very slight cause, but yet for the time + sufficient; a phrase of Lady Corisande for example, who, though she never + directly addressed him on the subject, was nevertheless deeply interested + in his spiritual condition. + </p> + <p> + “You ought to speak to him, Bertram,” she said one day to her brother very + indignantly, as she read a fresh paragraph alluding to an impending + conversion. “You are his friend. What is the use of friendship if not in + such a crisis as this?” + </p> + <p> + “I see no use in speaking to a man about love or religion,” said Bertram; + “they are both stronger than friendship. If there be any foundation for + the paragraph, my interference would be of no avail; if there be none, I + should only make myself ridiculous.” + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, Bertram looked a little more after his friend, and + disturbing the monsignore, who was at breakfast with Lothair one morning, + Bertram obstinately outstayed the priest, and then said: “I tell you what, + old fellow, you are rather hippish; I wish you were in the House of + Commons.” + </p> + <p> + “So do I,” said Lothair, with a sigh; “but I have come into every thing + ready-made. I begin to think it very unfortunate.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do with yourself to-day? If you be disengaged, I + vote we dine together at White’s, and then we will go down to the House. I + will take you to the smoking-room and introduce you to Bright, and we will + trot him out on primogeniture.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment the servant brought Lothair two letters: one was an epistle + from Father Coleman, meeting Lothair’s objections to becoming a patron of + the Roman Catholic Bazaar, in a very unctuous and exhaustive manner; and + the other from his stud-groom at Oxford, detailing some of those + disagreeable things which will happen with absent masters who will not + answer letters. Lothair loved his stable, and felt particularly anxious to + avoid the threatened visit of Father Coleman on the morrow. His decision + was rapid. “I must go down, this afternoon to Oxford, my dear fellow. My + stable is in confusion. I shall positively return to-morrow, and I will + dine with you at White’s, and we will go to the House of Commons together, + or go to the play.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 23 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair’s stables were about three miles from Oxford. They were a rather + considerable establishment, in which he had taken much interest, and, + having always intended to return to Oxford in the early part of the year, + although he had occasionally sent for a hack or two to London, his stud + had been generally maintained. + </p> + <p> + The morning after his arrival, he rode over to the stables, where he had + ordered his drag to be ready. About a quarter of a mile before he reached + his place of destination, he observed at some little distance a crowd in + the road, and, hastening on, perceived as he drew nearer a number of men + clustered round a dismantled vehicle, and vainly endeavoring to extricate + and raise a fallen horse; its companion, panting and foaming, with broken + harness but apparently uninjured, standing aside and held by a boy. + Somewhat apart stood a lady alone. Lothair immediately dismounted and + approached her, saying, “I fear you are in trouble, madam. Perhaps I may + be of service?” + </p> + <p> + The lady was rather tall, and of a singularly distinguished presence. Her + air and her costume alike intimated high breeding and fashion. She seemed + quite serene amid the tumult and confusion, and apparently the recent + danger. As Lothair spoke, she turned her head to him, which had been at + first a little averted, and he beheld a striking countenance, but one + which he instantly felt he did not see for the first time. + </p> + <p> + She bowed with dignity to Lothair, and said in a low but distinct voice: + “You are most courteous, sir. We have had a sad: accident, but a great + escape. Our horses ran away with us, and, had it not been for that heap of + stones, I do not see how we could have been saved.” + </p> + <p> + “Fortunately my stables are at hand,” said Lothair, “and I have a carriage + waiting for me at this moment, not a quarter of a mile away. It is at your + service, and I will send for it,” and his groom, to whom he gave + directions, galloped off. + </p> + <p> + There was a shout as the fallen horse was on his legs again, much cut, and + the carriage shattered and useless. A gentleman came from the crowd and + approached the lady. He was tall and fair, and not ill-favored, with fine + dark eyes and high cheekbones, and still young, though an enormous beard + at the first glance gave him an impression of years, the burden of which + he really did not bear. His dress, though not vulgar, was richer and more + showy than is usual in this country, and altogether there was something in + his manner which, though calm and full of self-respect, was different from + the conventional refinement of England. Yet he was apparently an + Englishman, as he said to the lady, “It is a bad business, but we must be + thankful it is no worse. What troubles me is how you are to get back. It + will be a terrible walk over these stony roads, and I can hear of no + conveyance.” + </p> + <p> + “My husband,” said the lady, as with dignity she presented the person to + Lothair. “This gentleman,” she continued, “has most kindly offered us the + use of his carriage, which is almost at hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, you are a friend,” said the gentleman. “I thought there were no + horses that I could not master, but it seems I am mistaken. I bought these + only yesterday; took a fancy to them as we were driving about, and bought + them of a dealer in the road.” + </p> + <p> + “That seems a clever animal,” said Lothair, pointing to the one uninjured. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! you like horses?” said the gentleman. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I have some taste that way.” + </p> + <p> + “We are visitors to Oxford,” said the lady. “Colonel Campian, like all + Americans, is very interested in the ancient parts of England.” + </p> + <p> + “To-day we were going to Blenheim,” said the colonel, “but I thought I + would try these new tits a bit on a by-road first.” + </p> + <p> + “All’s well that ends well,” said Lothair; “and there is no reason why you + should not fulfil your intention of going to Blenheim, for here is my + carriage, and it is entirely at your service for the whole day, and, + indeed, as long as you stay at Oxford.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, there requires no coronet on your carriage to tell me you are a + nobleman,” said the colonel. “I like frank manners, and I like your team. + I know few things that would please me more than to try them.” + </p> + <p> + They were four roans, highly bred, with black manes and tails. They had + the Arab eye, with arched neck and seemed proud of themselves and their + master. + </p> + <p> + “I do not see why we should not go to Blenheim,” said the colonel. + </p> + <p> + “Well, not to-day,” said the lady, “I think. We have had an escape, but + one feels these things a little more afterward than at the time. I would + rather go back to Oxford and be quiet; and there is more than one college + which you have not yet seen.” + </p> + <p> + “My team is entirely at your service wherever you go,” said Lothair; “but + I cannot venture to drive you to Oxford, for I am there in statu pupillari + and a proctor might arrest us all. But perhaps,” and he approached the + lady, “you will permit me to call on you to-morrow, when I hope I may find + you have not suffered by this misadventure.” + </p> + <p> + “We have got a professor dining with us to-day at seven o’clock,” said the + colonel, “at our hotel, and if you be disengaged and would join the party + you would add to the favors which you know so well how to confer.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair handed the lady into the carriage, the colonel mounted the box and + took the ribbons like a master, and the four roans trotted away with their + precious charge and their two grooms behind with folded arms and + imperturbable countenances. + </p> + <p> + Lothair watched the equipage until it vanished in the distance. + </p> + <p> + “It is impossible to forget that countenance,” he said; “and I fancy I did + hear at the time that she had married an American. Well, I shall meet her + at dinner—that is something.” And he sprang into his saddle. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 24 + </h2> + <p> + The Oxford professor, who was the guest of the American colonel, was quite + a young man, of advanced opinions on all subjects, religious, social, and + political. He was clever, extremely well-informed, so far as books can + make a man knowing, but unable to profit even by his limited experience of + life from a restless vanity and overflowing conceit, which prevented him + from ever observing or thinking of any thing but himself. He was gifted + with a great command of words, which took the form of endless exposition, + varied by sarcasm and passages of ornate jargon. He was the last person + one would have expected to recognize in an Oxford professor; but we live + in times of transition. + </p> + <p> + A Parisian man of science, who had passed his life in alternately fighting + at barricades and discovering planets, had given Colonel Campian, who had + lived much in the French capital, a letter of introduction to the + professor, whose invectives against the principles of English society were + hailed by foreigners as representative of the sentiments of venerable + Oxford. The professor, who was not satisfied with his home career, and, + like many men of his order of mind, had dreams of wild vanity which the + New World, they think, can alone realize, was very glad to make the + colonel’s acquaintance, which might facilitate his future movements. So he + had lionized the distinguished visitors during the last few days over the + university, and had availed himself of plenteous opportunities for + exhibiting to them his celebrated powers of exposition, his talent for + sarcasm, which he deemed peerless, and several highly-finished, + picturesque passages, which were introduced with contemporary art. + </p> + <p> + The professor was very much surprised when he saw Lothair enter the saloon + at the hotel. He was the last person in Oxford whom he expected to + encounter. Like sedentary men of extreme opinions, he was a social + parasite, and instead of indulging in his usual invectives against peers + and princes, finding himself unexpectedly about to dine with one of that + class, he was content only to dazzle and amuse him. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Campian only entered the room when dinner was announced. She greeted + Lothair with calmness but amenity, and took his offered arm. + </p> + <p> + “You have not suffered, I hope?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Very little, and through your kindness.” + </p> + <p> + It was a peculiar voice, low and musical, too subdued to call thrilling, + but a penetrating voice, so that, however ordinary the observation, it + attracted and impressed attention. But it was in harmony with all her + appearance and manner. Lothair thought he had never seen any one or any + thing so serene; the serenity, however, not of humbleness, nor of merely + conscious innocence; it was not devoid of a degree of majesty; what one + pictures of Olympian repose. And the countenance was Olympian: a Phidian + face, with large gray eyes and dark lashes; wonderful hair, abounding + without art, and gathered together by Grecian fillets. + </p> + <p> + The talk was of Oxford, and was at first chiefly maintained by the colonel + and the professor. + </p> + <p> + “And do you share Colonel Campian’s feeling about Old England?” inquired + Lothair of his hostess. + </p> + <p> + “The present interests me more than the past,” said the lady, “and the + future more than the present.” + </p> + <p> + “The present seems to me as unintelligible as the future,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I think it is intelligible,” said the lady, with a faint smile. “It has + many faults but, not, I think, the want of clearness.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not a destructive,” said the professor, addressing the colonel, but + speaking loudly; “I would maintain Oxford, under any circumstances, with + the necessary changes.” + </p> + <p> + “And what are those might I ask?” inquired Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “In reality, not much. I would get rid of the religion.” + </p> + <p> + “Get rid of the religion!” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “You have got rid of it once,” said the professor. + </p> + <p> + “You have altered, you have what people call reformed it,” said Lothair; + “but you have not abolished or banished it from the university.” + </p> + <p> + “The shock would not be greater, nor so great, as the change from the + papal to the Reformed faith. Besides, universities have nothing to do with + religion.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought universities were universal,” said Lothair, “and had something + to do with every thing.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot conceive any society of any kind without religion,” said the + lady. + </p> + <p> + Lothair glanced at her beautiful brow with devotion as she uttered these + words. + </p> + <p> + Colonel Campian began to talk about horses. After that the professor + proved to him that he was related to Edmund Campian, the Jesuit; and then + he got to the Gunpowder Plot, which, he was not sure, if successful, might + not have beneficially influenced the course of our history. Probably the + Irish difficulty would not then have existed. + </p> + <p> + “I dislike plots,” said the lady; “they always fail.” + </p> + <p> + “And, whatever their object, are they not essentially immoral?” said + Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I have more faith in ideas than in persons,” said the lady. “When a truth + is uttered, it will, sooner or later, be recognized. It is only an affair + of time. It is better that it should mature and naturally germinate than + be forced.” + </p> + <p> + “You would reduce us to lotus-eaters,” exclaimed the professor. “Action is + natural to man. And what, after all, are conspiracies and revolutions but + great principles in violent action?” + </p> + <p> + “I think you must be an admirer of repose,” said Lothair to the lady, in a + low voice. + </p> + <p> + “Because I have seen something of action in my life;” said the lady, “and + it is an experience of wasted energies and baffled thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + When they returned to the saloon, the colonel and the professor became + interested in the constitution and discipline of the American + universities. Lothair hung about the lady, who was examining some views of + Oxford, and who was ascertaining what she had seen and what she had + omitted to visit. They were thinking of returning home on the morrow. + </p> + <p> + “Without seeing Blenheim?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Without seeing Blenheim,” said the lady; “I confess to a pang; but I + shall always associate with that name your great kindness to us.” + </p> + <p> + “But cannot we for once enter into a conspiracy together,” said Lothair, + “and join in a happy plot and contrive to go? Besides, I could take you to + the private gardens, for the duke has given me a perpetual order, and they + are really exquisite.” + </p> + <p> + The lady seemed to smile. + </p> + <p> + “Theodora,” said the colonel, speaking from the end of the room, “what + have you settled about your train to-morrow?” + </p> + <p> + “We want to stay another day here,” said Theodora, “and go to Blenheim.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 25 + </h2> + <p> + They were in the private gardens at Blenheim. The sun was brilliant over + the ornate and yet picturesque scene. + </p> + <p> + “Beautiful, is it not?” exclaimed Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, certainly beautiful,” said Theodora. “But, do you know, I do not + feel altogether content in these fine gardens? The principle of exclusion + on which they are all founded is to me depressing. I require in all things + sympathy. You would not agree with me in this. The manners of your country + are founded on exclusion.” + </p> + <p> + “But, surely, there are times and places when one would like to be alone.” + </p> + <p> + “Without doubt,” said the lady; “only I do not like artificial loneliness. + Even your parks, which all the world praises, do not quite satisfy me. I + prefer a forest where all may go—even the wild beasts.” + </p> + <p> + “But forests are not at command,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “So you make a solitude and call it peace,” said the lady, with a slight + smile. “For my part, my perfect life would be a large and beautiful + village. I admire Nature, but I require the presence of humanity. Life in + great cities is too exhausting; but in my village there should be air, + streams, and beautiful trees, a picturesque scene, but enough of my + fellow-creatures to insure constant duty.” + </p> + <p> + “But the fulfilment of duty and society, founded on what you call the + principle of exclusion, are not incompatible,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “No, but difficult. What should be natural becomes an art; and in every + art it is only the few who can be first rate.” + </p> + <p> + “I have an ambition to be a first-rate artist in that respect,” said + Lothair, thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “That does you much honor,” she replied, “for you necessarily embark in a + most painful enterprise. The toiling multitude have their sorrows, which, + I believe, will some day be softened, and obstacles hard to overcome; but + I have always thought that the feeling of satiety, almost inseparable from + large possessions, is a surer cause of misery than ungratified desires.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me that there is a great deal to do,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I think so,” said the lady. + </p> + <p> + “Theodora,” said the colonel, who was a little in advance with the + professor, and turning round his head, “this reminds me of Mirabel,” and + he pointed to the undulating banks covered with rare shrubs, and touching + the waters of the lake. + </p> + <p> + “And where is Mirabel?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “It was a green island in the Adriatic,” said the lady, “which belonged to + Colonel Campian; we lost it in the troubles. Colonel Campian was very fond + of it. I try to persuade him that our home was of volcanic origin, and has + only vanished and subsided into its native bed.” + </p> + <p> + “And were not you fond of it?” + </p> + <p> + “I never think of the past,” said the lady. + </p> + <p> + “Oxford is not the first place where I had the pleasure of meeting you,” + Lothair ventured at length to observe. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, we have met before, in Hyde Park Gardens. Our hostess is a clever + woman, and has been very kind to some friends of mine.” + </p> + <p> + “And have you seen her lately?” + </p> + <p> + “She comes to see us sometimes. We do not live in London, but in the + vicinity. We only go to London for the opera, of which we are devotees. We + do not at all enter general society; Colonel Campian only likes people who + interest or amuse him, and he is fortunate in having rather a numerous + acquaintance of that kind.” + </p> + <p> + “Rare fortune!” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Colonel Campian lived a great deal at Paris before we marred,” said the + lady, “and in a circle of considerable culture and excitement. He is + social, but not conventional.” + </p> + <p> + “And you—are you conventional?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I live only for climate and the affections,” said the lady “I am + fond of society that pleases me, that is, accomplished and natural and + ingenious; otherwise I prefer being alone. As for atmosphere, as I look + upon it as the main source of felicity, you may be surprised that I should + reside in your country. I should myself like to go to America, but that + would not suit Colonel Campian; and, if we are to live in Europe, we must + live in England. It is not pleasant to reside in a country where, if you + happen to shelter or succor a friend, you may be subject to a domiciliary + visit.” + </p> + <p> + The professor stopped to deliver a lecture or address on the villa of + Hadrian. Nothing could be more minute or picturesque than his description + of that celebrated pleasaunce. It was varied by portraits of the emperor + and some of his companions, and, after a rapid glance at the fortunes of + the imperial patriciate, wound up with some conclusions favorable to + communism. It was really very clever, and would have made the fortune of a + literary society. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder if they had gravel-walks in the villa of Hadrian?” said the + colonel. “What I admire most in your country, my lord, are your + gravel-walks, though that lady would not agree with me that matter.” + </p> + <p> + “You are against gravel-walks,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I cannot bring myself to believe that they had gravel-walks in the + garden of Eden,” said the lady. + </p> + <p> + They had a repast at Woodstock, too late for luncheon, too early for + dinner, but which it was agreed should serve as the latter meal. + </p> + <p> + “That suits me exactly,” said the lady; “I am a great foe to dinners, and + indeed to all meals. I think when the good time comes we shall give up + eating in public, except perhaps fruit on a green bank with music.” + </p> + <p> + It was a rich twilight as they drove home, the lady leaning back in the + carriage silent. Lothair sat opposite to her, and gazed upon a countenance + on which the moon began to glisten, and which seemed unconscious of all + human observation. + </p> + <p> + He had read of such countenances in Grecian dreams; in Corinthian temples, + in fanes of Ephesus, in the radiant shadow of divine groves. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 26 + </h2> + <p> + When they had arrived at the hotel, Colonel Campian proposed that they + should come in and have some coffee; but Theodora did not enforce this + suggestion; and Lothair, feeling that she might be wearied, gracefully + though unwillingly waived the proposal. Remembering that on the noon of + the morrow they were to depart, with a happy inspiration, as he said + farewell, he asked permission to accompany them to the station. + </p> + <p> + Lothair walked away with the professor, who seemed in a conservative vein, + and graciously disposed to make several concessions to the customs of an + ancient country. Though opposed to the land laws, he would operate + gradually, and gave Lothair more than one receipt how to save the + aristocracy. Lothair would have preferred talking about the lady they had + just quitted, but, as he soon found the professor could really give him no + information about her, he let the subject drop. + </p> + <p> + But not out of his own mind. He was glad to be alone and brood over the + last two days. They were among the most interesting of his life. He had + encountered a character different from any he had yet met, had listened to + new views, and his intelligence had been stimulated by remarks made + casually, in easy conversation, and yet to him pregnant with novel and + sometimes serious meaning. The voice, too, lingered in his ear, so hushed + and deep, and yet so clear and sweet. He leaned over his mantel-piece in + teeming reverie. + </p> + <p> + “And she is profoundly religious,” he said to himself; “she can conceive + no kind of society without religion. She has arrived at the same + conclusion as myself. What a privilege it would be to speak to her on such + subjects!” + </p> + <p> + After a restless night the morrow came. About eleven o’clock Lothair + ventured to call on his new friends. The lady was alone; she was standing + by the window, reading an Italian newspaper, which she folded up and + placed aside when Lothair was announced. + </p> + <p> + “We propose to walk to the station,” said Theodora; “the servants have + gone on. Colonel Campian has a particular aversion to moving with any + luggage. He restricts me to this,” she said, pointing to her satchel, in + which she had placed the foreign newspaper, “and for that he will not be + responsible.” + </p> + <p> + “It was most kind of you to permit me to accompany you this morning,” said + Lothair; “I should have been grieved to have parted abruptly last night.” + </p> + <p> + “I could not refuse such a request,” said the lady; “but do you know, I + never like to say farewell, even for four-and-twenty hours? One should + vanish like a spirit.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I have erred,” said Lothair, “against your rules and principles.” + </p> + <p> + “Say my fancies,” said the lady, “my humors, my whims. Besides, this is + not a farewell. You will come and see us. Colonel Campian tells me you + have promised to give us that pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be the greatest pleasure to me,” said Lothair; “I can conceive + nothing greater.” And then hesitating a little, and a little blushing, he + added, “When do you think I might come?” + </p> + <p> + “Whenever you like,” said the lady; “you will always find me at home. My + life is this: I ride every day very early, and far into the country, so I + return tamed some two or three hours after noon, and devote myself to my + friends. We are at home every evening, except opera nights; and let me + tell you, because it is not the custom generally among your compatriots, + we are always at home on Sundays.” + </p> + <p> + Colonel Campian entered the room; the moment of departure was at hand. + Lothair felt the consolation of being their companion to the station. He + had once hoped it might be possible to be their companion in the train; + but he was not encouraged. + </p> + <p> + “Railways have elevated and softened the lot of man,” said Theodora, “and + Colonel Campian views them with almost a religious sentiment. But I cannot + read in a railroad, and the human voice is distressing to me amid the + whirl and the whistling, and the wild panting of the loosened megatheria + who drag us. And then those terrible grottos—it is quite a descent + of Proserpine; so I have no resources but my thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + “And surely that is sufficient,” murmured Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Not when the past is expelled,” said the lady. + </p> + <p> + “But the future,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that is ever interesting, but so vague that it sometimes induces + slumber.” + </p> + <p> + The bell sounded; Lothair handed the lady to her compartment. + </p> + <p> + “Our Oxford visit,” she said, “has been a great success, and mainly + through you.” + </p> + <p> + The colonel was profuse in his cordial farewells, and it seemed they would + never have ended had not the train moved. + </p> + <p> + Lothair remained upon the platform until it was out of sight, and then + exclaimed, “Is it a dream, or shall I ever see her again?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 27 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair reached London late in the afternoon. Among the notes and cards + and letters on his table was a long and pressing dispatch from Mr. Putney + Giles awaiting his judgment and decision on many points. + </p> + <p> + “The central inauguration, if I may use the term,” said Mr. Putney Giles, + “is comparatively easy. It is an affair of expense and of labor—great + labor; I may say unremitting labor. But your lordship will observe the + other points are not mere points of expense and labor. We have to consult + the feelings of several counties where your lordship cannot be present, at + least certainly not on this occasion, and yet where an adequate + recognition of those sentiments which ought to exist between the + proprietor and all classes connected with him ought to be secured. Then + Scotland: Scotland is a very difficult business to manage. It is + astonishing how the sentiment lingers in that country connected with its + old independence. I really am quite surprised at it. One of your + lordship’s most important tenants wrote to me only a few days back that + great dissatisfaction would prevail among your lordship’s friends and + tenantry in Scotland, if that country on this occasion were placed on the + same level as a mere English county. It must be recognized as a kingdom. I + almost think it would be better if we could persuade Lord Culloden, not to + attend the English inauguration, but remain in the kingdom of Scotland, + and take the chair and the lead throughout the festal ceremonies. A peer + of the realm, and your lordship’s guardian, would impart something of + national character to the proceedings, and this, with a judicious + emblazoning on some of the banners of the royal arms of Scotland, might + have a conciliatory effect. One should always conciliate. But your + lordship, upon all these points, and especially with reference to Lord + Culloden, must be a much better judge than I am.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair nearly gave a groan. “I almost wish,” he thought, “my minority + would never end. I am quite satisfied with things as they are. What is the + kingdom of Scotland to me and all these counties? I almost begin to feel + that satiety which she said was inseparable from vast possessions.” + </p> + <p> + A letter from Bertram, reminding him that he had not dined at White’s as + he had promised, and suggesting some new arrangement, and another from + Monsignore Catesby, earnestly urging him to attend a most peculiar and + solemn function of the Church next Sunday evening, where the cardinal + would officiate and preach, and in which Lady St. Jerome and Miss Arundel + were particularly interested, did not restore his equanimity. + </p> + <p> + A dinner at White’s! He did not think he could stand a dinner at White’s. + Indeed, he was not sure that he could stand any dinner anywhere, + especially in this hot weather. There was a good deal in what she said: + “One ought to eat alone.” + </p> + <p> + The ecclesiastical function was a graver matter. It had been long + contemplated, often talked about, and on occasions looked forward to by + him even with a certain degree of eagerness. He wished he had had an + opportunity of speaking with her on these matters. She was eminently + religious; that she had voluntarily avowed. And he felt persuaded that no + light or thoughtless remark could fall from those lips. He wondered to + what Church she belonged? Protestant or papal? Her husband, being an + American, was probably a Protestant, but he was a gentleman of the South, + and with nothing puritanical about him. She was a European, and probably + of a Latin race. In all likelihood she was a Roman Catholic. + </p> + <p> + It was Wednesday evening, and his valet reminded him that he was engaged + to dine with Lord and Lady Montairy. + </p> + <p> + Lothair sighed. He was so absorbed by his new feelings that he shrunk from + society with a certain degree of aversion. He felt it quite out of his + power to fulfil his engagement. He sent an excuse. It was Lothair’s first + excuse. In short, he “threw over” the Montairys, to whom he was so much + attached, whom he so much admired, and whose society he had hitherto so + highly prized. + </p> + <p> + To “throw over” a host is the most heinous of social crimes. It ought + never to be pardoned. It disjoints a party, often defeats the combinations + which might affect the results of a season, and generally renders the + society incoherent and unsatisfactory. If the outrage could ever be + condoned, it might be in the instance of a young man very inexperienced, + the victim of some unexpected condition of nervous feelings over which the + defaulter has really no control. + </p> + <p> + It was evening, and the restless Lothair walked forth without a purpose, + and in a direction which he rarely visited. “It is a wonderful place,” + said he, “this London; a nation, not a city; with a population greater + than some kingdoms, and districts as different as if they were under + different governments and spoke different languages. And what do I know of + it? I have been living here six months, and my life has been passed in a + park, two or three squares, and half a dozen streets!” + </p> + <p> + So he walked on and soon crossed Oxford Street, like the Rhine a natural + boundary, and then got into Portland Place, and then found himself in the + New Road, and then he hailed a cruising Hansom, which he had previously + observed was well horsed. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis the gondola of London,” said Lothair as he sprang in. + </p> + <p> + “Drive on till I tell you to stop.” + </p> + <p> + And the Hansom drove on, through, endless boulevards, some bustling, some + dingy, some tawdry and flaring, some melancholy and mean; rows of garden + gods, planted on the walls of yards full of vases and divinities of + concrete, huge railway halls, monster hotels, dissenting chapels in the + form of Gothic churches, quaint ancient almshouses that were once built in + the fields, and tea-gardens and stingo-houses and knackers’ yards. They + were in a district far beyond the experience of Lothair, which indeed had + been exhausted when he had passed Eustonia, and from that he had been long + separated. The way was broad but ill-lit, with houses of irregular size + but generally of low elevation, and sometimes detached in smoke-dried + gardens. The road was becoming a bridge which crossed a canal, with barges + and wharves and timber-yards, when their progress was arrested by a crowd. + It seemed a sort of procession; there was a banner, and the lamp-light + fell upon a religious emblem. Lothair was interested, and desired the + driver not to endeavor to advance. The procession was crossing the road + and entering a building. + </p> + <p> + “It’s a Roman Catholic chapel,” said a bystander in answer to Lothair. “I + believe it is a meeting about one of their schools. They always have + banners.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I will get out,” said Lothair to his driver. “This, I suppose, + will pay your fare.” + </p> + <p> + The man stared with delight at the sovereign in his astonished palm, and + in gratitude suggested that he should remain and wait for the gentleman, + but the restless Lothair declined the proposal. + </p> + <p> + “Sir, sir,” said the man, leaning down his head as low as possible from + his elevated seat, and speaking in a hushed voice, “you are a real + gentleman. Do you know what all this is?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes; some meeting about a Roman Catholic school.” + </p> + <p> + The man shook his head. “You are a real gentleman, and I will tell you the + truth. They meet about the schools of the order of St. Joseph—over + the left—it is a Fenian meeting.” + </p> + <p> + “A Fenian meeting?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay, and you cannot enter that place without a ticket. Just you try! + However, if a gentleman like you wants to go, you shall have my ticket,” + said the cab-driver; “and here it is. And may I drive to-morrows as true a + gentleman as I have driven to-day!” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he took a packet from his breast-pocket, and opening it offered + to Lothair a green slip of paper, which was willingly accepted. “I should + like above all things to go,” he said, and he blended with the rear of + those who were entering the building. The collector of the tickets stared + at Lothair and scrutinized his pass, but all was in order, and Lothair was + admitted. + </p> + <p> + He passed through a house and a yard, at the bottom of which was a rather + spacious building. When he entered it, he saw in an instant it was not a + chapel. It was what is called a temperance-hall, a room to be hired for + public assemblies, with a raised platform at the end, on which were half a + dozen men. The hall was tolerably full, and Lothair came in among the + last. There were some children sitting on a form placed against the wall + of the room, each with a bun which kept them quiet; the banner belonged to + this school, and was the banner of St. Joseph. + </p> + <p> + A man dressed like a priest, and known as Father O’Molloy, came forward. He + was received with signs of much sympathy, succeeded by complete silence. + He addressed them in a popular and animated style on the advantages of + education. They knew what that was, and then they cheered.. Education + taught them to know their rights. But what was the use of knowing their + rights unless they enforced them? That was not to be done by prayer-books, + but by something else, and something else wanted a subscription. + </p> + <p> + This was the object of the meeting and the burden of all the speeches + which followed, and which were progressively more outspoken than the + adroit introductory discourse. The Saxon was denounced, sometimes with + coarseness, but sometimes in terms of picturesque passion; the vast and + extending organization of the brotherhood was enlarged on, the great + results at hand intimated; the necessity of immediate exertion on the part + of every individual pressed with emphasis. All these views and remarks + received from the audience an encouraging response; and when Lothair + observed men going round with boxes, and heard the clink of coin, he felt + very embarrassed as to what he should do when asked to contribute to a + fund raised to stimulate and support rebellion against his sovereign. He + regretted the rash restlessness which had involved him in such a position. + </p> + <p> + The collectors approached Lothair, who was standing at the end of the room + opposite to the platform, where the space was not crowded. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to speak to Father O’Molloy,” said Lothair; “he is a + priest, and will understand my views.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a priest here,” said one of the collectors with a sardonic laugh, + “but I am glad to say you will not find his name in the directory. Father + O’Molloy is on the platform and engaged.” + </p> + <p> + “If you want to speak to the father, speak from where you are,” said the + other collector. “Here, silence! a gentleman wants to address the + meeting.” + </p> + <p> + And there was silence, and Lothair felt extremely embarrassed, but he was + not wanting, though it was the first time in his life that he had + addressed a public meeting. + </p> + <p> + “Gentlemen,” said Lothair, “I really had no wish to intrude upon you; all + I desired was to speak to Father O’Molloy. I wished to tell him that it + would have given me pleasure to subscribe to these schools. I am not a + Roman Catholic, but I respect the Roman Catholic religion. But I can do + nothing that will imply the slightest sanction of the opinions I have + heard expressed this evening. For your own sakes—” but here a yell + arose which forever drowned his voice. + </p> + <p> + “A spy, a spy!” was the general exclamation. “We are betrayed! Seize him! + Knock him over!” and the whole meeting seemed to have turned their backs + on the platform and to be advancing on the unfortunate Lothair. Two of the + leaders on the platform at the same time leaped down from it, to direct as + it were the enraged populace. + </p> + <p> + But at this moment a man who had been in the lower part of the hall, in + the vicinity of Lothair and standing alone, pushed forward, and by his + gestures and general mien arrested somewhat the crowd, so that the two + leaders who leaped from the platform and bustled through the crowd came in + contact with him. + </p> + <p> + The stranger was evidently not of the class or country of the rest + assembled. He had a military appearance, and spoke with a foreign accent + when he said, “This is no spy. Keep your people off.” + </p> + <p> + “And who are you?” inquired the leader thus addressed. + </p> + <p> + “One accustomed to be obeyed,” said the stranger. + </p> + <p> + “You may be a spy yourself,” said the leader. + </p> + <p> + “I will not undertake to say that there are no spies in this room,” said + the stranger, “but this person is not one, and anybody who touches this + person will touch this person at his peril. Stand off, men!” And they + stood off. The wave retreated backward, leaving the two leaders in front. + A couple of hundred men, a moment before apparently full of furious + passion and ready to take refuge in the violence of fear, were cowed by a + single human being. + </p> + <p> + “Why, you are not afraid of one man?” said the leaders, ashamed of their + following. “Whatever betides, no one unknown shall leave this room, or it + will be Bow Street to-morrow morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless,” said the stranger, “two unknown men will leave this room + and with general assent. If any one touches this person or myself I will + shoot him dead,” and he drew out his revolver, “and as for the rest, look + at that,” he added, giving a paper to the leader of the Fenian Lodge, “and + then give it me back again.” + </p> + <p> + The leader of the Fenian Lodge glanced at the paper; he grew pale, then + scarlet, folded the paper with great care and returned it reverentially to + the stranger, then looking round to the assembly and waving his hand he + said, “All right, the gentlemen are to go.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you have got out of a scrape, young air,” said the stranger to + Lothair when they had escaped from the hall. + </p> + <p> + “And how can I express my gratitude to you?” Lothair replied. + </p> + <p> + “Poh!” said the stranger, “a mere affair of common duty. But what + surprises me is how you got your pass-ticket.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair told him all. + </p> + <p> + “They manage their affairs in general wonderfully close,” said the + stranger, “but I have no opinion of them. I have just returned from + Ireland, where I thought I would go and see what they really are after. No + real business in them. Their treason is a fairy tale, and their sedition a + child talking in its sleep.” + </p> + <p> + They walked together about half a mile, and then the stranger said, “At + the end of this we shall get into the City Road, and the land again of + omnibus and public conveyances, and I shall wish you good night.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is distressing to me to part thus,” said Lothair. “Pray let me + call and pay my respects to my benefactor.” + </p> + <p> + “No claim to any such title,” said the stranger; “I am always glad to be + of use. I will not trouble you to call on me, for, frankly, I have no wish + to increase the circle of my acquaintance. So, good-night; and, as you + seem to be fond of a little life, take my advice, and never go about + unarmed.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 28 + </h2> + <p> + The Fenian adventure furnished the distraction which Lothair required It + broke that absorbing spell of sentiment which is the delicious but + enervating privilege of the youthful heart; yet, when Lothair woke in the + morning from his well-earned slumbers, the charm returned, and he fell at + once into a reverie of Belmont, and a speculation when he might really pay + his first visit there. Not to-day—that was clearly out of the + question. They had separated only yesterday, and yet it seemed an age, and + the adventure of another world. There are moods of feeling which defy + alike time and space. + </p> + <p> + But on the morrow, Friday, he might venture to go. But, then, would + to-morrow ever come? It seemed impossible. How were the intervening hours + to pass? The world, however, was not so devoid of resources as himself, + and had already appropriated his whole day. And, first, Monsignore Catesby + came to breakfast with him, talking of every thing that was agreeable or + interesting, but in reality bent on securing his presence at the impending + ecclesiastical ceremony of high import, where his guardian was to + officiate, and where the foundation was to be laid of the reconciliation + of all churches in the bosom of the true one. Then, in the afternoon, + Lothair had been long engaged to a match of pigeon-shooting, in which + pastime Bertram excelled. It seemed there was to be a most exciting + sweepstakes to-day, in which the flower of England were to compete; + Lothair among them, and for the first time. + </p> + <p> + This great exploit of arms was to be accomplished at the Castle in the + Air, a fantastic villa near the banks of the Thames, belonging to the Duke + of Brecon. His grace had been offended by the conduct or the comments of + the outer world, which in his pastime had thwarted or displeased him in + the free life of Battersea. The Duke of Brecon was a gentleman easily + offended, but not one of those who ever confined their sense of injury to + mere words. He prided himself on “putting down” any individual or body of + men who chose to come into collision with him. And so in the present + instance he formed a club of pigeon-shooters, and lent them his villa for + their rendezvous and enjoyment. The society was exquisite, exclusive, and + greatly sought after. And the fine ladies, tempted, of course, by the + beauty of the scene, honored and inspired the competing confederates by + their presence. + </p> + <p> + The Castle in the Air was a colossal thatched cottage, built by a favorite + of King George IV. It was full of mandarins and pagodas and green + dragons, and papered with birds of many colors and with vast tails. The + gardens were pretty, and the grounds park-like, with some noble cedars and + some huge walnut-trees. + </p> + <p> + The Duke of Brecon was rather below the middle size, but he had a + singularly athletic frame not devoid of symmetry. His head was well placed + on his broad shoulders, and his mien was commanding. He was narrow-minded + and prejudiced, but acute, and endowed with an unbending will. He was an + eminent sportsman, and brave even to brutality. His boast was that he had + succeeded in every thing he had attempted, and he would not admit the + possibility of future failure. Though still a very young man, he had won + the Derby, training his own horse; and he successfully managed a fine stud + in defiance of the ring, whom it was one of the secret objects of his life + to extirpate. Though his manner to men was peremptory, cold, and hard, he + might be described as popular, for there existed a superstitious belief in + his judgment, and it was known that in some instances, when he had been + consulted, he had given more than advice. It could not be said that he was + beloved, but he was feared and highly considered. Parasites were necessary + to him, though he despised them. + </p> + <p> + The Duke of Brecon was an avowed admirer, of Lady Corisande, and was + intimate with her family. The duchess liked him much, and was often seen + at ball or assembly on his arm. He had such excellent principles, she + said; was so straight-forward, so true and firm. It was whispered that + even Lady Corisande had remarked that the Duke of Brecon was the only + young man of the time who had “character.” The truth is, the duke, though + absolute and hard to men, could be soft and deferential to women, and such + an exception to a general disposition has a charm. It was said, also, that + he had, when requisite, a bewitching smile. + </p> + <p> + If there were any thing or any person in the world that St. Aldegonde + hated more than another, it was the Duke of Brecon. Why St. Aldegonde + hated him was not very clear, for they had never crossed each other, nor + were the reasons for his detestation, which he occasionally gave, entirely + satisfactory: sometimes it was because the duke drove piebalds; sometimes + because he had a large sum in the funds, which St. Aldegonde thought + disgraceful for a duke; sometimes because he wore a particular hat, + though, with respect to this last allegation, it does not follow that St. + Aldegonde was justified in his criticism, for in all these matters St. + Aldegonde was himself very deficient, and had once strolled up St. James’s + Street with his dishevelled looks crowned with a wide-awake. Whatever + might be the cause, St. Aldegonde generally wound up—“I tell you + what, Bertha, if Corisande marries that follow, I have made up my mind to + go to the Indian Ocean. It is a country I never have seen, and Pinto tells + me you cannot do it well under five years.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will take me, Grenville, with you,” said Lady St. Aldegonde, + “because it is highly probable Corisande will marry the duke; mamma, you + know, likes him so much.” + </p> + <p> + “Why cannot Corisande marry Carisbrooke?” said St. Aldegonde, pouting; “he + is a really good fellow, much better-looking, and so far as land is + concerned, which after all is the only thing, has as large an estate as + the duke.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, these things depend a little upon taste,” said Lady St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said St. Aldegonde; “Corisande must marry Carisbrooke. Your + father would not like my going to the Indian Archipelago and not returning + for five years, perhaps never returning. Why should Corisande break up our + society?—why are people so selfish? I never could go to Brentham + again if the Duke of Brecon is always to be there, giving his opinion, and + being what your mother calls ‘straightforward’—I hate a + straightforward fellow. As Pinto says, if every man were straightforward + in his opinions, there would be no conversation. The fun of talk is to + find out what a man really thinks, then contrast it with the enormous lies + he has been telling all dinner, and, perhaps, all his life.” + </p> + <p> + It was a favorable day for the Castle in the Air; enough, but not too much + sun, and a gentle breeze. Some pretty feet, not alone, were sauntering in + the gardens, some pretty lips lingered in the rooms sipping tea; but the + mass of the fair visitors, marvellously attired, were assembled at the + scene of action, seated on chairs and in groups, which assumed something + of the form of an amphitheatre. There were many gentlemen in attendance on + them, or independent spectators of the sport. The field was large, not + less than forty competitors, and comprising many of the best shots in + England. The struggle therefore, was long and ably maintained; but, as the + end approached, it was evident that the contest would be between Bertram, + Lothair, and the Duke of Brecon. + </p> + <p> + Lady St. Aldegonde and Lady Montairy were there and their unmarried + sister. The married sisters were highly excited in favor of their brother, + but Lady Corisande said nothing. At last Bertram missed a bird, or rather + his bird, which he had hit, escaped, and fell beyond the enclosure. + Lothair was more successful, and it seemed that it might be a tie between + him and the duke. His grace, when called, advanced with confident + composure, and apparently killed both his birds, when, at this moment, a + dog rushed forward and chased one of the mortally-struck pigeons. The + blue-rock, which was content to die by the hand of a duke, would not deign + to be worried by a dog, and it frantically moved its expiring wings, + scaled the paling, and died. So Lothair won the prize. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Lady Montairy to Lothair, “as Bertram was not to win, I am + glad it was you.” + </p> + <p> + “And you will not congratulate me?” said Lothair to Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + She rather shook her head. “A tournament of doves,” she said. “I would + rather see you all in the lists of Ashby.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair had to dine this day with one of the vanquished. This was Mr. + Brancepeth, celebrated for his dinners, still more for his guests. Mr. + Brancepeth was a grave young man. It was supposed that he was always + meditating over the arrangement of his menus, or the skilful means by + which he could assemble together the right persons to partake of them. Mr. + Brancepeth had attained the highest celebrity in his peculiar career. To + dine with Mr. Brancepeth was a social incident that was mentioned. Royalty + had consecrated his banquets, and a youth of note was scarcely a graduate + of society who had not been his guest. There was one person, however, who, + in this respect, had not taken his degree, and, as always happens under + such circumstances, he was the individual on whom Mr. Brancepeth was most + desirous to confer it; and this was St. Aldegonde. In vain Mr. Brancepeth + had approached him with vast cards of invitation to hecatombs, and with + insinuating little notes to dinners sans falcon; proposals which the + presence of princes might almost construe into a command, or the presence + of some one even more attractive than princes must invest with + irresistible charm. It was all in vain. “Not that I dislike Brancepeth,” + said St. Aldegonde; “I rather like him: I like a man who can do only one + thing, but does that well. But then I hate dinners.” + </p> + <p> + But the determined and the persevering need never despair of gaining their + object in this world. And this very day, riding home from the Castle in + the Air, Mr. Brancepeth overtook St. Aldegonde, who was lounging about on + a rough Scandinavian cob, as dishevelled as himself, listless and + groomless. After riding together for twenty minutes, St. Aldegonde + informed Mr. Brancepeth, as was his general custom with his companions, + that he was bored to very extinction, and that he did not know what he + should do with himself for the rest of the day. “If I could only get Pinto + to go with me, I think I would run down to the Star and Garter, or perhaps + to Hampton Court.” + </p> + <p> + “You will not be able to get Pinto today,” said Mr. Brancepeth, “for he + dines with me.” + </p> + <p> + “What an unlucky fellow I am!” exclaimed St. Aldegonde, entirely to + himself. “I had made up my mind to dine with Pinto to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “And why should you not? Why not meet Pinto at my house?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that is not my way,” said St. Aldegonde, but not in a decided tone. + “You know I do not like strangers, and crowds of wine-glasses, and what is + called all the delicacies of the season.” + </p> + <p> + “You will meet no one that you do not know and like. It is a little dinner + I made for—” and he mentioned Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I like Lothair,” said St. Aldegonde, dreamily. “He is a nice boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you will have him and Pinto to yourself.” + </p> + <p> + The large fish languidly rose and swallowed the bait, and the exulting Mr. + Brancepeth cantered off to Hill Street to give the necessary instructions. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Pinto was one of the marvels of English society; the most sought after + of all its members, though no one could tell you exactly why. He was a + little oily Portuguese, middle-aged, corpulent, and somewhat bald, with + dark eyes of sympathy, not unmixed with humor. No one knew who he was, and + in a country the most scrutinizing as to personal details, no one inquired + or cared to know. A quarter of a century ago an English noble had caught + him in his travels, and brought him young to England, where he had always + remained. From the favorite of an individual, he had become the oracle of + a circle, and then the idol of society. All this time his manner remained + unchanged. He was never at any time either humble or pretentious. Instead + of being a parasite, everybody flattered him; and instead of being a + hanger-on of society, society hung on Pinto. + </p> + <p> + It must have been the combination of many pleasing qualities, rather than + the possession of any commanding one, that created his influence. He + certainly was not a wit yet he was always gay, and always said things that + made other people merry. His conversation was sparkling, interesting, and + fluent, yet it was observed he never gave an opinion on any subject and + never told an anecdote. Indeed, he would sometimes remark, when a man fell + into his anecdotage, it was a sign for him to retire from the world. And + yet Pinto rarely opened his mouth without everybody being stricken with + mirth. He had the art of viewing common things in a fanciful light, and + the rare gift of raillery which flattered the self-love of those whom it + seemed sportively not to spare. Sometimes those who had passed a + fascinating evening with Pinto would try to remember on the morrow what he + had said, and could recall nothing. He was not an intellectual Croesus, + but his pockets were full of six-pences. + </p> + <p> + One of the ingredients of his social spell was no doubt his manner, which + was tranquil even when he was droll. He never laughed except with his + eyes, and delivered himself of his most eccentric fancies in an unctuous + style. He had a rare gift of mimicry, which he used with extreme reserve, + and therefore was proportionately effective when displayed. Add to all + this, a sweet voice, a soft hand, and a disposition both soft and sweet, + like his own Azores. It was understood that Pinto was easy in his + circumstances, though no one know where these circumstances were. His + equipage was worthy of his position, and in his little house in May Fair + he sometimes gave a dinner to a fine lady, who was as proud of the event + as the Queen of Sheba of her visit to Solomon the Great. + </p> + <p> + When St. Aldegonde arrived in Hill Street, and slouched into the saloon + with as uncouth and graceless a general mien as a handsome and naturally + graceful man could contrive to present, his keen though listless glance at + once revealed to him that he was as he described it at dinner to Hugo + Bohun in a social jungle, in which there was a great herd of animals that + he particularly disliked, namely, what he entitled “swells.” The scowl on + his distressed countenance at first intimated a retreat; but after a + survey, courteous to his host, and speaking kindly to Lothair as he passed + on, he made a rush to Mr. Pinto, and, cordially embracing him, said, “Mind + we sit together.” + </p> + <p> + The dinner was not a failure, though an exception to the polished ceremony + of the normal Brancepeth banquet. The host headed his table, with the Duke + of Brecon on his right and Lothair on his left hand, and “swells” of + calibre in their vicinity; but St. Aldegonde sat far away, next to Mr. + Pinto, and Hugo Bohun on the other side of that gentleman. Hugo Bohun + loved swells, but he loved St. Aldegonde more. The general conversation in + the neighborhood of Mr. Brancepeth did not flag: they talked of the sport + of the morning, and then, by association of ideas, of every other sport. + And then from the sports of England they ranged to the sports of every + other country. There were several there who had caught salmon in Norway + and killed tigers in Bengal, and visited those countries only for that + purpose. And then they talked of horses, and then they talked of women. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was rather silent; for in this society of ancients, the youngest + of whom was perhaps not less than five-and-twenty, and some with nearly a + lustre added to that mature period, he felt the awkward modesty of a + freshman. The Duke of Brecon talked much, but never at length. He decided + every thing, at least to his own satisfaction; and if his opinion were + challenged, remained unshaken, and did not conceal it. + </p> + <p> + All this time a different scene was enacting at the other end of the + table. St. Aldegonde, with his back turned to his other neighbor, hung + upon the accents of Mr. Pinto, and Hugo Bohun imitated St. Aldegonde. What + Mr. Pinto said or was saying was quite inaudible, for he always spoke low, + and in the present case he was invisible, like an ortolan smothered in + vine-leaves; but every now and then St. Aldegonde broke into a frightful + shout, and Hugo Bohun tittered immensely. Then St. Aldegonde, throwing + himself back in his chair, and talking to himself or the ceiling, would + exclaim, “Best thing I ever heard,” while Hugo nodded sympathy with a + beaming smile. + </p> + <p> + The swells now and then paused in their conversation and glanced at the + scene of disturbance. + </p> + <p> + “They seem highly amused there,” said Mr. Brancepeth. “I wish they would + pass it on.” + </p> + <p> + “I think St. Aldegonde,” said the Duke of Brecon, “is the least + conventional man of my acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding this stern sneer, a practiced general like Mr. Brancepeth + felt he had won the day. All his guests would disperse and tell the world + that they had dined with him and met St. Aldegonde, and to-morrow there + would be a blazoned paragraph in the journals commemorating the event, and + written as if by a herald. What did a little disturb his hospitable mind + was that St. Aldegonde literally tasted nothing. He did not care so much + for his occasionally leaning on the table with both his elbows, but that + he should pass by every dish was distressing. So Mr. Brancepeth whispered + to his own valet—a fine gentleman, who stood by his master’s chair + and attended on no one else, except, when requisite, his master’s + immediate neighbor—and desired him to suggest to St. Aldegonde + whether the side-table might not provide, under the difficulties, some + sustenance. St. Aldegonde seemed quite gratified by the attention, and + said he should like to have some cold meat. Now, that was the only thing + the side-table, bounteous as was its disposition, could not provide. All + the joints of the season were named in vain, and pies and preparations of + many climes. But nothing would satisfy St. Aldegonde but cold meat. + </p> + <p> + “Well, now I shall begin my dinner,” he said to Pinto, when he was at + length served. “What surprises me most in you is your English. There is + not a man who speaks such good English as you do.” + </p> + <p> + “English is an expressive language,” said Mr. Pinto, “but not difficult to + master. Its range is limited. It consists, as far as I can observe, of + four words: ‘nice,’ ‘jolly,’ ‘charming,’ and ‘bore;’ and some grammarians + add ‘fond.’” + </p> + <p> + When the guests rose and returned to the saloon, St. Aldegonde was in high + spirits, and talked to every one, even to the Duke of Brecon, whom he + considerately reminded of his defeat in the morning, adding that from what + he had seen of his grace’s guns he had no opinion of them, and that he did + not believe that breech-loaders suited pigeon-shooting. + </p> + <p> + Finally, when he bade farewell to his host, St. Aldegonde assured him that + he “never in his life made so good a dinner, and that Pinto had never been + so rich.” + </p> + <p> + When the party broke up, the majority of the guests went, sooner or later, + to a ball that was given this evening by Lady St. Jerome. Others, who + never went to balls, looked forward with refined satisfaction to a night + of unbroken tobacco. St. Aldegonde went to play whist at the house of a + lady who lived out of town. “I like the drive home,” he said; “the morning + air is so refreshing when one has lost one’s money.” + </p> + <p> + A ball at St. Jerome House was a rare event, but one highly appreciated. + It was a grand mansion, with a real suite of state apartments, including a + genuine ballroom in the Venetian style, and lighted with chandeliers of + rock-crystal. Lady St. Jerome was a woman of taste and splendor and + romance, who could do justice to the scene and occasion. Even Lord St. + Jerome, quiet as he seemed, in these matters was popular with young men. + It was known that Lord St. Jerome gave, at his ball suppers, the same + champagne that he gave at his dinners, and that was of the highest class. + In short, a patriot. We talk with wondering execration of the great + poisoners of past ages, the Borgias, the inventor of aqua tofana, and the + amiable Marchioness de Brinvilliers; but Pinto was of opinion that there + were more social poisoners about in the present day than in the darkest, + and the most demoralized periods, and then none of them are punished; + which is so strange, he would add, as they are all found out. + </p> + <p> + Lady St. Jerome received Lothair, as Pinto said, with extreme unction. She + looked in his eyes, she retained his hand, she said that what she had + heard had made her so happy. And then, when he was retiring, she beckoned + him back and said she must have some tea, and, taking his arm, they walked + away together. “I have so much to tell you,” she said, “and every thing is + so interesting. I think we are on the eve of great events. The monsignore + told me your heart was with us. It must be. They are your own thoughts, + your own wishes. We are realizing your own ideal. I think next Sunday will + be remembered as a great day in English history; the commencement of a + movement that may save every thing. The monsignore, I know, has told you + all.” + </p> + <p> + Not exactly; the Oxford visit had deranged a little the plans of the + monsignore, but he had partially communicated the vast scheme. It seems + there was a new society to be instituted for the restoration of + Christendom. The change of name from Christendom to Europe had proved a + failure and a disastrous one. “And what wonder?” said Lady St. Jerome. + “Europe is not even a quarter of the globe, as the philosophers pretended + it was. There is already a fifth division, and probably there will be many + more, as the philosophers announce it impossible.” The cardinal was to + inaugurate the institution on Sunday next at the Jesuits’ Church, by one + of his celebrated sermons. It was to be a function of the highest class. + All the faithful of consideration were to attend, but the attendance was + not to be limited to the faithful. Every sincere adherent of church + principles who was in a state of prayer and preparation, was solicited to + be present and join in the holy and common work of restoring to the Divine + Master His kingdom upon earth with its rightful name. + </p> + <p> + It was a brilliant ball. All the “nice” people in London were there. All + the young men who now will never go to balls were present. This was from + respect to the high character of Lord St. Jerome. Clare Arundel looked + divine, dressed in a wondrous white robe garlanded with violets, just + arrived from Paris, a present from her god-mother, the Duchess of + Lorrain-Sehulenbourg. On her head a violet-wreath, deep and radiant as her + eyes, and which admirably contrasted with her dark golden-brown hair. + </p> + <p> + Lothair danced with her, and never admired her more. Her manner toward him + was changed. It was attractive, even alluring. She smiled on him, she + addressed him in tones of sympathy, even of tenderness. She seemed + interested in all he was doing; she flattered him by a mode which is said + to be irresistible to a man, by talking only of himself. When the dance + had finished, he offered to attend her to the tea-room. She accepted the + invitation even with cordiality. + </p> + <p> + “I think I must have some tea,” she said, “and I like to go with my + kinsman.” + </p> + <p> + Just before supper was announced, Lady St. Jerome told Lothair, to his + surprise, that he was to attend Miss Arundel to the great ceremony. “It is + Clare’s ball,” said Lady St. Jerome, “given in her honor, and you are to + take care of her.” + </p> + <p> + “I am more than honored,” said Lothair. “But does Miss Arundel wish it, + for, to tell you the truth, I thought I had rather abused her indulgence + this evening?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course she wishes it,” said Lady St. Jerome. “Who should lead her out + on such an occasion—her own ball—than the nearest and dearest + relation she has in the world, except ourselves?” + </p> + <p> + Lothair made no reply to this unanswerable logic, but was as surprised as + he was gratified. He recalled the hour when the kinship was, at the best, + but coldly recognized, the inscrutable haughtiness, even distrust, with + which Miss Arundel listened to the exposition of his views and feelings, + and the contrast which her past mood presented to her present brilliant + sympathy and cordial greeting. But he yielded to the magic of the flowing + hour. Miss Arundel, seemed, indeed, quite a changed being to-night, full + of vivacity, fancy, feeling—almost fun. She was witty, and humorous, + and joyous, and fascinating. As he fed her with cates as delicate as her + lips, and manufactured for her dainty beverages which would not outrage + their purity, Lothair, at last, could not refrain from intimating his + sense of her unusual but charming joyousness. + </p> + <p> + “No,” she said, turning round with animation, “my natural disposition, + always repressed, because I have felt overwhelmed by the desolation of the + world. But now I have hope; I have more than hope, I have joy. I feel sure + this idea of the restoration of Christendom comes from Heaven. It has + restored me to myself, and has given me a sense of happiness in this life + which I never could contemplate. But what is the climax of my joy is, that + you, after all my own blood, and one in whose career I have ever felt the + deepest interest, should be ordained to lay, as it were, the first stone + of this temple of divine love.” + </p> + <p> + It was break of day when Lothair jumped into his brougham. “Thank Heaves,” + he exclaimed, “it is at last Friday!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 29 + </h2> + <p> + There is something very pleasant in a summer suburban ride in the valley + of the Thames. London transforms itself into bustling Knightsbridge, and + airy Brompton, brightly and gracefully, lingers cheerfully in the long, + miscellaneous, well-watered King’s-road, and only says farewell when you + come to an abounding river and a picturesque bridge. The boats were bright + upon the waters when Lothair crossed it, and his dark chestnut barb, proud + of its resplendent form, curveted with joy when it reached a green common, + studded occasionally with a group of pines and well bedecked with gorse. + After this he pursued the public road for a couple of miles until he + observed on his left hand a gate on which was written “private road,” and + here he stopped. The gate was locked, but, when Lothair assured the keeper + that he was about to visit Belmont, he was permitted to enter. + </p> + <p> + He entered a green and winding lane, fringed with tall elms, and dim with + fragrant shade, and, after proceeding about half a mile, came to a long, + low-built lodge, with a thatched and shelving roof, and surrounded by a + rustic colonnade covered with honeysuckle. Passing through the gate at + hand, he found himself in a road winding through gently-undulating banks + of exquisite turf, studded with rare shrubs, and, occasionally, rarer + trees. Suddenly the confined scene expanded; wide lawns spread out before + him, shadowed with the dark forms of many huge cedars, and blazing with + flower-beds of every hue. The house was also apparent, a stately mansion + of hewn stone, with wings and a portico of Corinthian columns, and backed + by deep woods. + </p> + <p> + This was Belmont, built by a favorite minister of state, to whom a + grateful and gracious sovereign had granted a slice of a royal park + whereon to raise a palace and a garden, and find occasionally Tusculan + repose. + </p> + <p> + The lady of the mansion was at home, and, though Lothair was quite + prepared for this, his heart beat. The inner hall was of noble proportion, + and there were ranged in it many Roman busts, and some ancient slabs and + altars of marble. These had been collected some century ago by the + minister; but what immediately struck the eye of Lothair were two statues + by an American artist, and both of fame, the Sybil and the Cleopatra. He + had heard of these, but had never seen them, and could not refrain from + lingering a moment to gaze upon their mystical and fascinating beauty. + </p> + <p> + He proceeded through two spacious and lofty chambers, of which it was + evident the furniture was new. It was luxurious and rich, and full of + taste; but there was no attempt to recall the past in the details; no + cabinets and clocks of French kings, or tables of French queens, no chairs + of Venetian senators, no candelabra, that had illumined Doges of Genoa, no + ancient porcelain of rare schools, and ivory carvings and choice enamels. + The walls were hung with master-pieces of modern art, chiefly of the + French school, Ingres and Delaroche and Scheffer. + </p> + <p> + The last saloon led into a room of smaller dimensions, opening on the + garden, and which Lothair at first thought must be a fernery, it seemed so + full of choice and expanding specimens of that beautiful and multiform + plant; but, when his eye had become a little accustomed to the scene and + to the order of the groups, he perceived they were only the refreshing and + profuse ornaments of a regularly furnished and inhabited apartment. In its + centre was a table covered with writing-materials and books and some + music. There was a chair before the table, so placed as if some one had + only recently quitted it; a book was open, but turned upon its face, with + an ivory cutter by its side. It would seem that the dweller in the chamber + might not be far distant. The servant invited Lothair to be seated, and, + saying that Mrs. Campian must be in the garden, proceeded to inform his + mistress of the arrival of a guest. + </p> + <p> + The room opened on a terrace adorned with statues and orange-trees, and + descending gently into a garden in the Italian style, in the centre of + which was a marble fountain of many figures. The grounds were not + extensive, but they were only separated from the royal park by a wire + fence, so that the scene seemed alike rich and illimitable. On the + boundary was a summer-house in the shape of a classic temple, one of those + pavilions of pleasure which nobles loved to raise in the last century. + </p> + <p> + As Lothair beheld the scene with gratification, the servant reappeared on + the step of the terrace and invited him to descend. Guiding him through + the garden, the servant retired as Lothair recognized Mrs. Campian + approaching them. + </p> + <p> + She gave her hand to Lothair and welcomed him cordially but with serenity. + They mutually exchanged hopes that their return to town had been + agreeable. Lothair could not refrain from expressing how pleased he was + with Belmont. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you approve of our hired home,” said Theodora; “I think we were + fortunate in finding one that suits our tastes and habits. We love + pictures and statues and trees and flowers, and yet we love our friends, + and our friends are people who live in cities.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I saw two statues to-day of which I have often heard,” said + Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “The Sibyl and Cleopatra! Yes Colonel Campian is rather proud of + possessing them. He collects only modern art, for which I believe there is + a great future, though some of our friends think it is yet in its cradle.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very sorry to say,” said Lothair, “that I know very little about + art, or indeed any thing else, but I admire what is beautiful. I know + something about architecture, at least church architecture.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, religion has produced some of our finest buildings,” said Theodora; + “there is no question of that; and as long as they are adapted to what + takes place in them they are admirable. The fault I find in modern + churches in this country is, that there is little relation between the + ceremonies and the structure. Nobody seems now conscious that every true + architectural form has a purpose. But I think the climax of confused ideas + is capped when dissenting chapels are built like cathedrals.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! to build a cathedral!” exclaimed Lothair, “that is a great + enterprise. I wish I might show you some day some drawings I have of a + projected cathedral.” + </p> + <p> + “A projected cathedral!” said Theodora. “Well, I must confess to you I + never could comprehend the idea of a Protestant cathedral.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am not quite sure,” said Lothair, blushing and agitated, “that it + will be a Protestant cathedral. I have not made up my mind about that.” + </p> + <p> + Theodora glanced at him, unobserved, with her wonderful gray eyes; a sort + of supernatural light seemed to shoot from beneath their long dark lashes + and read his inmost nature. They were all this time returning, as she had + suggested, to the house. Rather suddenly she said, “By-the-by, as you are + so fond of art, I ought to have asked you whether you would like to see a + work by the sculptor of Cleopatra, which arrived when we were at Oxford. + We have placed it on a pedestal in the temple. It is the Genius of + Freedom. I may say I was assisting at its inauguration when your name was + announced to me.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair caught at this proposal, and they turned and approached the + temple. Some workmen were leaving the building as they entered, and one or + two lingered. + </p> + <p> + Upon a pedestal of porphyry rose the statue of a female in marble. Though + veiled with drapery which might have become the Goddess of Modesty, + admirable art permitted the contour of the perfect form to be traced. The + feet were without sandals, and the undulating breadth of one shoulder, + where the drapery was festooned, remained uncovered. One expected with + such a shape some divine visage. That was not wanting; but humanity was + asserted in the transcendent brow, which beamed with sublime thought and + profound enthusiasm. + </p> + <p> + Some would have sighed that such beings could only be pictured in a poet’s + or an artist’s dream, but Lothair felt that what he beheld with rapture + was no ideal creation, and that he was in the presence of the inspiring + original. + </p> + <p> + “It is too like!” he murmured. + </p> + <p> + “It is the most successful recurrence to the true principles of art in + modern sculpture,” said a gentleman on his right hand. + </p> + <p> + This person was a young man, though more than ten years older than + Lothair. His appearance was striking. Above the middle height, his form, + athletic though lithe and symmetrical, was crowned by a countenance + aquiline but delicate, and from many circumstances of a remarkable + radiancy. The lustre of his complexion, the fire of his eye, and his + chestnut hair in profuse curls, contributed much to this dazzling effect. + A thick but small mustache did not conceal his curved lip or the scornful + pride of his distended nostril, and his beard, close but not long, did not + veil the singular beauty of his mouth. It was an arrogant face, daring and + vivacious, yet weighted with an expression of deep and haughty thought. + </p> + <p> + The costume of this gentleman was rich and picturesque. Such extravagance + of form and color is sometimes encountered in the adventurous toilet of a + country house, but rarely experienced in what might still be looked upon + as a morning visit in the metropolis. + </p> + <p> + “You know Mr. Phoebus?” asked a low, clear voice, and turning round + Lothair was presented to a person so famous that even Lothair had heard of + him. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus was the most successful, not to say the most eminent, painter + of the age. He was the descendant of a noble family of Gascony that had + emigrated to England from France in the reign of Louis XIV. Unquestionably + they had mixed their blood frequently during the interval and the + vicissitudes of their various life; but, in Gaston Phoebus, Nature, as is + sometimes her wont, had chosen to reproduce exactly the original type. He + was the Gascon noble of the sixteenth century, with all his brilliancy, + bravery, and boastfulness, equally vain, arrogant, and eccentric, + accomplished in all the daring or the graceful pursuits of man, yet nursed + in the philosophy of our times. + </p> + <p> + “It is presumption in my talking about such things,” said Lothair; “but + might I venture to ask what you may consider the true principles of art?” + </p> + <p> + “ARYAN principles,” said Mr. Phoebus; “not merely the study of Nature, but + of beautiful Nature; the art of design in a country inhabited by a + first-rate race, and where the laws, the manners, the customs, are + calculated to maintain the health and beauty of a first-rate race. In a + greater or less degree, these conditions obtained from the age of Pericles + to the age of Hadrian in pure Aryan communities, but Semitism began then + to prevail, and ultimately triumphed. Semitism has destroyed art; it + taught man to despise his own body, and the essence of art is to honor the + human frame.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I ought not to talk about such things,” said Lothair; “but, + if by Semitism you mean religion, surely the Italian painters inspired by + Semitism did something.” + </p> + <p> + “Great things,” said Mr. Phoebus—“some of the greatest. Semitism + gave them subjects, but the Renaissance gave them Aryan art, and it gave + that art to a purely Aryan race. But Semitism rallied in the shape of the + Reformation, and swept all away. When Leo the Tenth was pope, popery was + pagan; popery is now Christian, and art is extinct.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot enter into such controversies,” said Lothair. “Every day I feel + more and more I am extremely ignorant.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not regret it,” said Mr. Phoebus. “What you call ignorance is your + strength. By ignorance you mean a want of knowledge of books. Books are + fatal; they are the curse of the human race. Nine-tenths of existing books + are nonsense, and the clever books are the refutation of that nonsense. + The greatest misfortune that ever befell man was the invention of + printing. Printing has destroyed education. Art is a great thing, and + Science is a great thing; but all that art and science can reveal can be + taught by man and by his attributes—his voice, his hand, his eye. + The essence of education is the education of the body. Beauty and health + are the chief sources of happiness. Men should live in the air; their + exercises should be regular, varied, scientific. To render his body strong + and supple is the first duty of man. He should develop and completely + master the whole muscular system. What I admire in the order to which you + belong is that they do live in the air; that they excel in athletic + sports; that they can only speak one language; and that they never read. + This is not a complete education, but it is the highest education since + the Greek.” + </p> + <p> + “What you say I feel encouraging,” said Lothair, repressing a smile, “for + I myself live very much in the air, and am fond of all sports; but I + confess I am often ashamed of being so poor a linguist, and was seriously + thinking that I ought to read.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt every man should combine an intellectual with a physical + training,” replied Mr. Phoebus; “but the popular conception of the means + is radically wrong. Youth should attend lectures on art and science by the + most illustrious professors, and should converse together afterward on + what they have heard. They should learn to talk; it is a rare + accomplishment, and extremely healthy. They should have music always at + their meals. The theatre, entirely remodelled and reformed, and, under a + minister of state, should be an important element of education. I should + not object to the recitation of lyric poetry. That is enough. I would not + have a book in the house, or even see a newspaper.” + </p> + <p> + “These are Aryan principles?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “They are,” said Mr. Phoebus; “and of such principles, I believe, a great + revival is at hand. We shall both live to see another Renaissance.” + </p> + <p> + “And our artist here,” said Lothair, pointing to the statue, “you are of + opinion that he is asserting these principles?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; because he has produced the Aryan form by studying the Aryan form. + Phidias never had a finer model, and he has not been unequal to it.” + </p> + <p> + “I fancied,” said Lothair, in a lower and inquiring tone, though Mrs. + Campian had some time before glided out of the pavilion, and was giving + directions to the workmen—“I fancied I had heard that Mrs. Campian + was a Roman.” + </p> + <p> + “The Romans were Greeks,” said Mr. Phoebus, “and in this instance the + Phidian type came out. It has not been thrown away. I believe Theodora has + inspired as many painters and sculptors as any Aryan goddess. I look upon + her as such, for I know nothing more divine.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear the Phidian type is very rare,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “In nature and in art there must always be surpassing instances,” said Mr. + Phoebus. “It is a law, and a wise one; but, depend upon it, so strong and + perfect a type as the original Aryan must be yet abundant among the + millions, and may be developed. But for this you want great changes in + your laws. It is the first duty of a state to attend to the frame and + health of the subject. The Spartans understood this. They permitted no + marriage the probable consequences of which might be a feeble progeny; + they even took measures to secure a vigorous one. The Romans doomed the + deformed to immediate destruction. The union of the races concerns the + welfare of the commonwealth much too nearly to be intrusted to individual + arrangement. The fate of a nation will ultimately depend upon the strength + and health of the population. Both France and England should look to this; + they have cause. As for our mighty engines of war in the hands of a puny + race, it will be the old story of the lower empire and the Greek fire. + Laws should be passed to secure all this, and some day they will be. But + nothing can be done until the Aryan races are extricated from Semitism.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 30 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair returned to town in a not altogether satisfactory state of mind. + He was not serene or content. On the contrary, he was rather agitated and + perplexed. He could not say he regretted his visit. He had seen her, and + he had seen her to great advantage. He had seen much too that was + pleasing, and had heard also many things that, if not pleasing, were + certainly full of interest. And yet, when he cantered back over the + common, the world somehow did not seem to him so bright and exhilarating + as in the ambling morn. Was it because she was not alone? And yet why + should he expect she should be alone? She had many friends, and she was as + accessible to them as to himself. And yet a conversation with her, as in + the gardens of Blenheim, would have been delightful, and he had rather + counted on it. Nevertheless, it was a great thing to know men like Mr. + Phoebus, and hear their views on the nature of things. Lothair was very + young, and was more thoughtful than studious. His education hitherto had + been, according to Mr. Phoebus, on the right principle, and chiefly in the + open air; but he was intelligent and susceptible, and in the atmosphere of + Oxford, now stirred with many thoughts, he had imbibed some particles of + knowledge respecting the primeval races which had permitted him to follow + the conversation of Mr. Phoebus not absolutely in a state of hopeless + perplexity. He determined to confer with Father Coleman on the Aryan race + and the genius of Semitism. As he returned through the park, he observed + the duchess, and Lady Corisande in their barouche, resting for a moment in + the shade, with Lord Carisbrooke on one side and the Duke of Brecon on the + other. + </p> + <p> + As he was dressing for dinner, constantly brooding on one thought, the + cause of his feeling of disappointment occurred to him. He had hoped in + this visit to have established some basis of intimacy, and to have + ascertained his prospect and his means of occasionally seeing her. But he + had done nothing of the kind. He could not well call again at Belmont + under a week, but even then Mr. Phoebus or some one else might be there. + The world seemed dark. He wished he had never gone to Oxford. However a + man may plan his life, he is the creature of circumstances. The unforeseen + happens and upsets every thing. We are mere puppets. + </p> + <p> + He sat next to an agreeable woman at dinner, who gave him an interesting + account of a new singer she had heard the night before at the opera—a + fair Scandinavian, fresh as a lily and sweet as a nightingale. + </p> + <p> + “I was resolved to go and hear her,” said the lady; “my sister Feodore, at + Paris, had written to me so much about her. Do you know, I have never been + to the opera for an age! That alone was quite a treat to me. I never go to + the opera, nor to the play, nor to any thing else. Society has become so + large and so exacting, that I have found out one never gets any + amusement.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know, I never was at the opera?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I am not at all surprised; and when you go—which I suppose you will + some day—what will most strike you is, that you will not see a + single person you ever saw in your life.” + </p> + <p> + “Strange!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it shows what a mass of wealth and taste and refinement there is in + this wonderful metropolis of ours, quite irrespective of the circles in + which we move, and which we once thought entirely engrossed them.” + </p> + <p> + After the ladies had retired, Bertram, who dined at the same house, moved + up to him; and Hugo Bohun came over and took the vacant seat on his other + side. + </p> + <p> + “What have you been doing with yourself?” said Hugo. “We have not seen you + for a week.” + </p> + <p> + “I went down to Oxford about some horses,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Fancy going down to Oxford about some horses in the heart of the season,” + said Hugo. “I believe you are selling us, and that, as the Scorpion + announces, you are going to be married.” + </p> + <p> + “To whom?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that is the point. It is a dark horse at present, and we want you to + tell us.” + </p> + <p> + “Why do not you marry, Hugo?” said Bertram. + </p> + <p> + “I respect the institution,” said Hugo, “which is admitting something in + these days; and I have always thought that every woman should marry, and + no man.” + </p> + <p> + “It makes a woman and it mars a man, you think?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “But I do not exactly see how your view would work practically,” said + Bertram. + </p> + <p> + “Well my view is a social problem,” said Hugo, “and social problems are + the fashion at present. It would be solved through the exceptions, which + prove the principle. In the first place, there are your swells who cannot + avoid the halter—you are booked when you are born; and then there + are moderate men like myself, who have their weak moments. I would not + answer for myself if I could find an affectionate family with good + shooting and first-rate claret.” + </p> + <p> + “There must be many families with such conditions,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + Hugo shook his head. “You try. Sometimes the wine is good and the shooting + bad; sometimes the reverse; sometimes both are excellent, but then the + tempers and the manners are equally bad.” + </p> + <p> + “I vote we three do something to-morrow,” said Bertram. + </p> + <p> + “What shall it be?” said Hugo. + </p> + <p> + “I vote we row down to Richmond at sunset and dine, and then drive our + teams up by moonlight. What say you, Lothair?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot, I am engaged. I am engaged to go to the opera.” + </p> + <p> + “Fancy going to the opera in this sweltering weather!” exclaimed Bertram. + </p> + <p> + “He must be going to be married,” said Hugo. + </p> + <p> + And yet on the following evening, though the weather was quite as sultry + and he was not going to be married, to the opera Lothair went. While the + agreeable lady the day before was dilating at dinner on this once famous + entertainment, Lothair remembered that a certain person went there every + Saturday evening, and he resolved that he should at least have the + satisfaction of seeing her. + </p> + <p> + It was altogether a new scene for Lothair, and, being much affected by + music, he found the general influence so fascinating that some little time + elapsed before he was sufficiently master of himself to recur to the + principal purpose of his presence. His box was on the first tier, where he + could observe very generally and yet himself be sufficiently screened. As + an astronomer surveys the starry heavens until his searching sight reaches + the desired planet, so Lothair’s scrutinizing vision wandered till his eye + at length lighted on the wished-for orb. In the circle above his own, + opposite to him but nearer the stage, he recognized the Campians. She had + a star upon her forehead, as when he first met her some six months ago; it + seemed an age. + </p> + <p> + Now what should he do? He was quite unlearned in the social habits of an + opera-house. He was not aware that he had the privilege of paying the lady + a visit in her box, and, had he been so, he was really so shy in little + things that he never could have summoned resolution to open the door of + his own box and request an attendant to show him that of Mrs. Campian. He + had contrived to get to the opera for the first time in his life, and the + effort seemed to have exhausted his social enterprise. So he remained + still, with his glass fixed very constantly on Mrs. Campian, and + occasionally giving himself up to the scene. The performance did not + sustain the first impression. There were rival prima-donnas, and they + indulged in competitive screams; the choruses were coarse, and the + orchestra much too noisy. But the audience were absorbed or enthusiastic. + We may be a musical nation, but our taste would seem to require some + refinement. + </p> + <p> + There was a stir in Mrs. Campian’s box: a gentleman entered and seated + himself. Lothair concluded he was an invited guest, and envied him. In + about a quarter of an hour the gentleman bowed and retired, and another + person came in, and one whom Lothair recognized as a young man who had + been sitting during the first act in a stall beneath him. The system of + paying visits at the opera then flashed upon his intelligence, as some + discovery in science upon a painful observer. Why should he not pay a + visit too? But how to do it? At last he was bold enough to open the door + of his own box and go forth, but he could find no attendant, and some + persons passing his open door, and nearly appropriating his lodge, in a + fit of that nervous embarrassment which attends inexperience in little + things, he secured his rights by returning baffled to his post. + </p> + <p> + There had been a change in Mrs. Campian’s box in the interval. Colonel + Campian had quitted it, and Mr. Phoebus occupied his place. Whether it + were disappointment at his own failure or some other cause, Lothair felt + annoyed. He was hot and cold by turns; felt awkward and blundering; + fancied people were looking at him; that in some inexplicable sense he was + ridiculous; wished he had never gone to the opera. + </p> + <p> + As time, and considerable time, elapsed, he became even miserable. Mr. + Phoebus never moved, and Mrs. Campian frequently conversed with him. More + than one visitor had in the interval paid their respects to the lady, but + Mr. Phoebus never moved. They did not stay, perhaps because Mr. Phoebus + never moved. + </p> + <p> + Lothair never liked that fellow from the first. Sympathy and antipathy + share our being as day and darkness share our lives. Lothair had felt an + antipathy for Mr. Phoebus the moment he saw him. He had arrived at Belmont + yesterday before Lothair, and he had outstayed him. These might be Arian + principles, but they were not the principles of good-breeding. + </p> + <p> + Lothair determined to go home, and never to come to the opera again. He + opened the door of his box with firmness, and slammed it with courage; he + had quite lost his shyness, was indeed ready to run a muck with any one + who crossed him. The slamming of the door summoned a scudding attendant + from a distant post, who with breathless devotion inquired whether Lothair + wanted any thing. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I want you to show me the way to Mrs. Campian’s box.” + </p> + <p> + “Tier above, No. 22,” said the box-keeper. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay; but conduct me to it,” said Lothair, and he presented the man + with an overpowering honorarium. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, my lord,” said the attendant. + </p> + <p> + “He knows me,” thought Lothair; but it was not so. When the British nation + is at once grateful and enthusiastic, they always call you “my lord.” + </p> + <p> + But in his progress, to “No. 22, tier above,” all his valor evaporated, + and when the box-door was opened he felt very much like a convict on the + verge of execution; he changed color, his legs tottered, his heart beat, + and he made his bow with a confused vision. The serenity of Theodora + somewhat reassured him, and he seated himself, and even saluted Mr. + Phoebus. + </p> + <p> + The conversation was vapid and conventional—remarks about the opera + and its performers—even the heat of the weather was mentioned. + Lothair had come, and he had nothing to say. Mrs. Campian seemed much + interested in the performance; so, if he had had any thing to say, there + was no opportunity of expressing it. She had not appeared to be so + engrossed with the music before his arrival. In the mean time that Phoebus + would not move; a quarter of an hour elapsed, and that Phoebus would not + move. Lothair could not stand it any longer; he rose and bowed. + </p> + <p> + “Are you going?” said Theodora. “Colonel Campian will be here in a moment; + he will be quite grieved not to see you.” + </p> + <p> + But Lothair was inflexible. “Perhaps,” she added, “we may see you + to-morrow night?” + </p> + <p> + “Never,” said Lothair to himself, as he clinched his teeth; “my visit to + Belmont was my first and my last. The dream is over.” + </p> + <p> + He hurried to a club in which he had been recently initiated, and of which + the chief purpose is to prove to mankind that night to a wise man has its + resources as well as gaudy day. Here striplings mature their minds in the + mysteries of whist, and stimulate their intelligence by playing at stakes + which would make their seniors look pale; here matches are made; and odds + are settled, and the cares or enterprises of life are soothed or + stimulated by fragrant cheroots or beakers of Badminton. Here, in the + society of the listless and freakish St. Aldegonde, and Hugo Bohun, and + Bertram, and other congenial spirits, Lothair consigned to oblivion the + rival churches of Christendom, the Aryan race, and the genius of Semitism. + </p> + <p> + It was an hour past dawn when he strolled home. London is often beautiful + in summer at that hour, the architectural lines clear and defined in the + smokeless atmosphere, and ever and anon a fragrant gale from gardened + balconies wafted in the blue air. Nothing is stirring except wagons of + strawberries and asparagus, and no one visible except a policeman or a + member of Parliament returning from a late division, where they have + settled some great question that need never have been asked. Eve has its + spell of calmness and consolation, but dawn brings hope and joy. + </p> + <p> + But not to Lothair. Young, sanguine, and susceptible, he had, for a + moment, yielded to the excitement of the recent scene, but with his senses + stilled by the morning air, and free from the influence of Bertram’s ready + sympathy, and Hugo Bohun’s gay comments on human life, and all the wild + and amusing caprice, and daring wilfulness, and grand affectation, that + distinguish and inspire a circle of patrician youth, there came over him + the consciousness that to him something dark had occurred, something + bitter and disappointing and humiliating, and that the breaking morn would + not bring to him a day so bright and hopeful as his former ones. + </p> + <p> + At first he fell into profound slumber: it was the inevitable result of + the Badminton and the late hour. There was a certain degree of physical + exhaustion which commanded repose. But the slumber was not long, and his + first feeling, for it could not be called thought, was that some great + misfortune had occurred to him; and then the thought following the feeling + brought up the form of the hated Phoebus. After that he had no real sleep, + but a sort of occasional and feverish doze with intervals of infinite + distress, waking always to a consciousness of inexpressible mortification + and despair. + </p> + <p> + About one o’clock, relinquishing all hope of real and refreshing slumber, + he rang his bell, and his valet appearing informed him that Father Coleman + had called, and the monsignore had called, and that now the cardinal’s + secretary had just called, but the valet had announced that his lord was + indisposed. There was also a letter from Lady St. Jerome. This news + brought a new train of feeling. Lothair remembered that this was the day + of the great ecclesiastical function, under the personal auspices of the + cardinal, at which indeed Lothair hid never positively promised to assist, + his presence at which he had sometimes thought they pressed unreasonably, + not to say even indelicately, but at which he had perhaps led them, not + without cause, to believe that he would be present. Of late the monsignore + had assumed that Lothair had promised to attend it. + </p> + <p> + Why should he not? The world was all vanity. Never did he feel more + convinced than at this moment of the truth of his conclusion, that if + religion were a real thing, man should live for it alone; but then came + the question of the Churches. He could not bring himself without a pang to + contemplate a secession from the Church of his fathers. He took refuge in + the wild but beautiful thought of a reconciliation between Rome and + England. If the consecration of the whole of his fortune to that end could + assist in effecting the purpose, he would cheerfully make the sacrifice. + He would then go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Sepulchre, and probably + conclude his days in a hermitage on Mount Athos. + </p> + <p> + In the mean time he rose, and, invigorated by his bath, his thoughts + became in a slight degree more mundane. They recurred to the events of the + last few days of his life, but in a spirit of self-reproach and of + conscious vanity and weakness. Why, he had not known her a week! This was + Sunday morning, and last Sunday he had attended St. Mary’s and offered up + his earnest supplications for the unity of Christendom. That was then his + sovereign hope and thought. Singular that a casual acquaintance with a + stranger, a look, a glance, a word, a nothing, should have so disturbed + his spirit and distracted his mind. + </p> + <p> + And yet— + </p> + <p> + And then he fell into an easy-chair, with a hair-brush in either hand, and + conjured up in reverie all that had passed since that wondrous morn when + he addressed her by the road-side, until the last dark hour when they + parted—and forever. There was not a word she had uttered to him, or + to any one else, that he did not recall; not a glance, not a gesture—her + dress, her countenance, her voice, her hair. And what scenes had all this + passed in! What refined and stately loveliness! Blenheim, and Oxford, and + Belmont! They became her. Ah! why could not life consist of the perpetual + society of such delightful people in such delightful places? + </p> + <p> + His valet entered and informed him that the monsignore had returned, and + would not be denied. Lothair roused himself from his delicious reverie, + and his countenance became anxious and disquieted. He would have struggled + against the intrusion, and was murmuring resistance to his hopeless + attendant, who shook his head, when the monsignore glided into the room + without permission, as the valet disappeared. + </p> + <p> + It was a wonderful performance: the monsignore had at the same time to + make a reconnoissance and to take up a position—to find out what + Lothair intended to do, and yet to act and speak as if he was acquainted + with those intentions, and was not only aware of, but approved them. He + seemed hurried and yet tranquil, almost breathless with solicitude and yet + conscious of some satisfactory consummation. His tones were at all times + hushed, but to-day he spoke in a whisper, though a whisper of emphasis, + and the dark eyes of his delicate aristocratic visage peered into Lothair, + even when he was making a remark which seemed to require no scrutiny. + </p> + <p> + “It is one of the most important days for England that have happened in + our time,” said the monsignore. “Lady St. Jerome thinks of nothing else. + All our nobility will be there—the best blood in England—and + some others who sympathize with the unity of the Church, the real + question. Nothing has ever gratified the cardinal more than your intended + presence. He sent to you this morning. He would have called himself, bat + he has much to go through today. His eminence said to me: ‘It is exactly + what I want. Whatever way be our differences, and they are really slight, + what I want is to show to the world that the sons of the Church will unite + for the cause of Divine truth. It is the only course that can save + society.’ When Lady St. Jerome told him that you were coming this evening, + his eminence was so affected that—” + </p> + <p> + “But I never said I was coming this evening,” said Lothair, rather dryly, + and resolved to struggle, “either to Lady St. Jerome or to any one else. I + said I would think of it.” + </p> + <p> + “But for a Christian to think of duty is to perform it,” said the + monsignore. “To be ignorant of a duty is a sin, but to be aware of duty, + and not to fulfil it, is heinous.” + </p> + <p> + “But is it a duty?” said Lothair, rather doggedly. + </p> + <p> + “What! to serve God and save society? Do you doubt it? Have you read the + ‘Declaration of Geneva?’ They have declared war against the Church, the + state, and the domestic principle. All the great truths and laws on which + the family reposes are denounced. Have you seen Garibaldi’s letter? When + it was read, and spoke of the religion of God being propagated throughout + the world, there was a universal cry of ‘No, no! no religion!’ But the + religion of God was soon so explained as to allay all their fears. It is + the religion of science. Instead of Adam, our ancestry is traced to the + most grotesque of creatures, thought is phosphorus, the soul complex + nerves, and our moral sense a secretion of sugar. Do you want these views + in England? Rest assured they are coming. And how are we to contend + against them? Only by Divine truth. And where is Divine truth? In the + Church of Christ—in the gospel of order, peace, and purity.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair rose, and paced the room with his eyes on the ground. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had been born in the middle ages,” he exclaimed, “or on the + shores of the Sea of Galilee, or in some other planet: anywhere, or at any + time, but in this country and in this age!” + </p> + <p> + “That thought is not worthy of you, my lord,” said Catesby. “It is a great + privilege to live in this country and in this age. It is a great + privilege, in the mighty contest between the good and the evil principle, + to combat for the righteous. They stand face to face now, as they have + stood before. There is Christianity, which, by revealing the truth, has + limited the license of human reason; there is that human reason which + resists revelation as a bondage—which insists upon being + atheistical, or polytheistical, or pantheistical—which looks upon + the requirements of obedience, justice, truth, and purity, as limitations + of human freedom. It is to the Church that God has committed the custody + and execution of His truth and law. The Church, as witness, teacher, and + judge, contradicts and offends the spirit of license to the quick. This is + why it is hated; this is why it is to be destroyed, and why they are + preparing a future of rebellion, tyranny, falsehood, and degrading + debauchery. The Church alone can save us, and you are asked to supplicate + the Almighty to-night, under circumstances of deep hope, to favor the + union of churchmen, and save the human race from the impending deluge.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair threw himself again into his seat and sighed. “I am rather + indisposed today, my dear monsignore, which is unusual with me, and + scarcely equal to such a theme, doubtless of the deepest interest to me + and to all. I myself wish, as you well know, that all mankind were praying + under the same roof. I shall continue in seclusion this morning. Perhaps + you will permit me to think over what you have said with so much beauty + and force.” + </p> + <p> + “I had forgotten that I had a letter to deliver to you,” said Catesby; and + he drew from his breast-pocket a note which he handed to Lothair, who + opened it quite unconscious of the piercing and even excited observation + of his companion. + </p> + <p> + Lothair read the letter with a changing countenance, and then he read it + again and blushed deeply. The letter was from Miss Arundel. After a slight + pause, without looking up, he said, “Nine o’clock is the hour, I believe.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the monsignore rather eagerly, “but, were I you, I would be + earlier than that. I would order my carnage at eight. If you will permit + me, I will order it for you. You are not quite well. It will save you some + little trouble, people coming into the room and all that, and the cardinal + will be there by eight o’clock.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Lothair; “have the kindness then, my dear monsignore, to + order my brougham for me at half-past eight and just say that I can see no + one. Adieu!” + </p> + <p> + And the priest glided away. + </p> + <p> + Lothair remained the whole morning in a most troubled state, pacing his + rooms, leaning sometimes with his arm upon the mantel-piece, and his face + buried in his arm, and often he sighed. About half-past five he rang for + his valet and dressed, and in another hour he broke his fast—a + little soup, a cutlet, and a glass or two of claret. And then he looked at + his watch; and he looked at his watch every five minutes for the next + hour. + </p> + <p> + He was in deep reverie, when the servant announced that his carriage was + ready. He started as from a dream, then pressed his hand to his eyes, and + kept it there for some moments, and then, exclaiming, “Jacta est alea,” he + descended the stairs. + </p> + <p> + “Where to, my lord?” inquired the servant when he had entered the + carriage. + </p> + <p> + Lothair seemed to hesitate, and then he said, “To Belmont.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 31 + </h2> + <p> + “Belmont is the only house I know that is properly lighted,” said Mr. + Phoebus, and he looked with complacent criticism round the brilliant + saloons. “I would not visit any one who had gas in his house; but even in + palaces I find lamps—it is too dreadful. When they came here first, + there was an immense chandelier suspended in each of these rooms, pulling + down the ceilings, dwarfing the apartments, leaving the guests all in + darkness, and throwing all the light on the roof. The chandelier is the + great abomination of furniture; it makes a noble apartment look small. And + then they say you cannot light rooms without chandeliers! Look at these—need + any thing be more brilliant? And all the light in the right place—on + those who are in the chamber. All light should come from the side of a + room, and if you choose to have candelabra like these you can always + secure sufficient.” + </p> + <p> + Theodora was seated on a sofa, in conversation with a lady of + distinguished mien and with the countenance of a Roman empress. There were + various groups in the room, standing or seated. Colonel Campian was + attending a lady to the piano where a celebrity presided, a gentleman with + cropped head and a long black beard. The lady was of extraordinary beauty—one + of those faces one encounters in Asia Minor, rich, glowing, with dark + fringed eyes of tremulous lustre; a figure scarcely less striking, of + voluptuous symmetry. Her toilet was exquisite—perhaps a little too + splendid for the occasion, but abstractedly of fine taste—and she + held, as she sang, a vast bouquet entirely of white stove-flowers. The + voice was as sweet as the stephanopolis, and the execution faultless. It + seemed the perfection of chamber-singing—no shrieks and no screams, + none of those agonizing experiments which result from the fatal + competition of rival prima-donnas. + </p> + <p> + She was singing when Lothair was ushered in. Theodora rose and greeted him + with friendliness. Her glance was that of gratification at his arrival, + but the performance prevented any conversation save a few kind remarks + interchanged in a hashed tone. Colonel Campian came up: he seemed quite + delighted at renewing his acquaintance with Lothair, and began to talk + rather too loudly, which made some of the gentlemen near the piano turn + round with glances of wondering reproach. This embarrassed his + newly-arrived guest, who in his distress caught the bow of a lady who + recognized him, and whom he instantly remembered as Mrs. Putney Giles. + There was a vacant chair by her side, and he was glad to occupy it. + </p> + <p> + “Who is that lady?” inquired Lothair of his companion, when the singing + ceased. + </p> + <p> + “That is Madame Phoebus,” said Mrs. Giles. + </p> + <p> + “Madame Phoebus!” exclaimed Lothair, with an unconscious feeling of some + relief. “She is a very beautiful woman. Who was she?” + </p> + <p> + “She is a Cantacuzene, a daughter of the famous Greek merchant. The + Cantcuzenes, you know, are great people, descendants of the Greek + emperors. Her uncle is prince of Samos. Mr. Cantacuzene was very much + opposed to the match, but I think quite wrong. Mr. Phoebus is a most + distinguished man, and the alliance is of the happiest. Never was such + mutual devotion.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not surprised,” said Lothair, wonderfully relieved. + </p> + <p> + “Her sister Euphrosyne is in the room,” continued Mrs. Giles, “the most + extraordinary resemblance to her. There is just the difference between the + matron and the maiden; that is all. They are nearly of the same age, and + before the marriage might have been mistaken for each other. The most + charming thing in the world is to hear the two sisters sing together. I + hope they may to-night. I know the family very well. It was Mrs. + Cantacuzene who introduced me to Theodora. You know it is quite en règle + to call her Theodora. All the men call her Theodora; ‘the divine Theodora’ + is, I believe, the right thing.” + </p> + <p> + “And do you call her Theodora?” asked Lothair, rather dryly. + </p> + <p> + “Why, no,” said Mrs. Giles, a little confused. “We are not intimate, at + least not very, Ms. Campian has been at my house, and I have been here two + et three times; not so often as I could wish, for Mr. Giles, you see, does + not like servants and horses to be used on Sundays—and no more do I—and + on weekdays he is too much engaged or too tired to come out this distance; + so you see—” + </p> + <p> + The singing had ceased, and Theodora approached them. Addressing Lothair, + she said: “The Princess of Tivoli wishes that you should be presented to + her.” + </p> + <p> + The Princess of Tivoli was a Roman dame of one of the most illustrious + houses, but who now lived at Paris. She had in her time taken an active + part in Italian politics, and had sacrificed to the cause to which she was + devoted the larger part of a large fortune. What had been spared, however, + permitted her to live in the French capital with elegance, if not with + splendor; and her saloon was the gathering roof, in Paris, of almost every + one who was celebrated for genius or accomplishments. Though reputed to be + haughty and capricious, she entertained for Theodora an even passionate + friendship, and now visited England only to see her. + </p> + <p> + “Madame Campian has been telling me of all the kind things you did for her + at Oxford,” said the princess. “Some day you must show me Oxford, but it + must be next year. I very much admire the free university life. Tell me + now, at Oxford you still have the Protestant religion?” + </p> + <p> + Lothair ventured to bow assent. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that is well,” continued the princess. “I advise you to keep it. If + we had only had the Protestant religion in Italy, things would have been + very different. You are fortunate in this country in having the Protestant + religion and a real nobility. Tell me now, in your constitution, if the + father sits in the Upper Chamber, the son sits in the Lower House—that + I know; but is there any majorat at attached to his seat?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at present.” + </p> + <p> + “You sit in the Lower House, of course?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not old enough to sit in either House,” said Lothair, “but when I am + of age, which I shall be when I have the honor of showing Oxford to your + highness, I must sit in the Upper House, for I have not the blessing of a + living father.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! that is a great thing in your country,” exclaimed the princess, “a + man being his own master at so early an age.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought it was a ‘heritage of woe,’” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said the princess; “the only tolerable thing in life is action, + and action is feeble without youth. What if you do not obtain your + immediate object?—you always think you will, and the detail of the + adventure is full of rapture. And thus it is the blunders of youth are + preferable to the triumphs of manhood, or the successes of old age.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it will be a consolation for me to remember this when I am in a + scrape,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! you have many, many scrapes awaiting you,” said the princess. “You + may look forward to at least ten years of blunders—that is, + illusions—that is, happiness. Fortunate young man!” + </p> + <p> + Theodora had, without appearing to intend it, relinquished her seat to + Lothair, who continued his conversation with the princess, whom he liked, + but who, he was sorry to hear, was about to leave England, and immediately—that + very night. “Yes,” she said, “it is my last act of devotion. You know, in + my country we have saints and shrines. All Italians, they say, are fond, + are superstitious; my pilgrimage is to Theodora. I must come and worship + her once a year.” + </p> + <p> + A gentleman bowed lowly to the princess, who returned his salute with + pleased alacrity. “Do you know who that is?” said the princess to Lothair. + “That is Baron Gozelius, one of our great reputations. He must have just + arrived. I will present you to him; it is always agreeable to know a + great man,” she added—“at least Goethe says so!” + </p> + <p> + The philosopher, at her invitation, took a chair opposite the sofa. Though + a profound man, he had all the vivacity and passion which are generally + supposed to be peculiar to the superficial. He had remarkable + conversational power, which he never spared. Lothair was captivated by his + eloquence, his striking observations, his warmth, and the flashing of his + southern eye. + </p> + <p> + “Baron Gozelius agrees with your celebrated pastor, Dr. Cumming,” said + Theodora, with a tinge of demure sarcasm, “and believes that the end of + the world is at hand.” + </p> + <p> + “And for the same reasons?” inquired Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly,” said Theodora, “but in this instance science and revelation + have arrived at the same result, and that is what all desire.” + </p> + <p> + “All that I said was,” said Gozelius, “that the action of the sun had + become so irregular that I thought the chances were in favor of the + destruction of our planet. At least, if I were a public office, I would + not insure it.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet the risk would not be very great under those circumstances,” said + Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “The destruction of this worlds foretold,” said Lothair; “the stars are to + fall from the sky; but while I credit, I cannot bring my mind to + comprehend, such a catastrophe.” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen a world created and a world destroyed,” said Gozelius. “The + last was flickering ten years, and it went out as I was watching it.” + </p> + <p> + “And the first?” inquired Lothair, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “Disturbed space for half a century—a great pregnancy. William + Herschel told me it would come when I was a boy, and I cruised for it + through two-thirds of my life. It came at last, and it repaid me.” + </p> + <p> + There was a stir. Euphrosyne was going to sing with her sister. They swept + by Lothair in their progress to the instrument, like the passage of + sultanas to some kiosk on the Bosporus. It seemed to him that he had never + beheld any thing so resplendent. The air was perfumed by their movement + and the rustling of their wondrous robes. “They must be of the Aryan + race,” thought Lothair, “though not of the Phidian type.” They sang a + Greek air, and their sweet and touching voices blended with exquisite + harmony. Every one was silent in the room, because every one was + entranced. Then they gave their friends some patriotic lay which required + chorus, the sisters, in turn, singing a stanza. Mr. Phoebus arranged the + chorus in a moment, and there clustered round the piano al number of + gentlemen almost as good-looking and as picturesque as himself. Then, + while Madame Phoebus was singing, Euphrosyne suddenly, and with quickness, + moved away and approached Theodora, and whispered something to her, but + Theodora slightly shook her head, and seemed to decline. + </p> + <p> + Euphrosyne regained the piano, whispered something to Colonel Campian, who + was one of the chorus, and then commenced her own part. Colonel Campian + crossed the room and spoke to Theodora, who instantly, without the + slightest demur, joined her friends. Lothair felt agitated, as he could + not doubt Theodora was going to sing. And so it was; when Euphrosyne had + finished, and the chorus she had inspired had died away, there rose a deep + contralto sound, which, though without effort, seemed to Lothair the most + thrilling tone he had ever listened to. Deeper and richer, and richer and + deeper, it seemed to become, as it wound with exquisite facility through a + symphony of delicious sound, until it ended in a passionate burst, which + made Lothair’s heart beat so tumultuously that for a moment he thought he + should be overpowered. + </p> + <p> + “I never heard any thing so fine in my life,” said Lothair to the French + philosopher. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! if you had heard that woman sing the Marseillaise, as I did once, to + three thousand people, then you would know what was fine. Not one of us + who would not have died on the spot for her!” + </p> + <p> + The concert was over. The Princess of Tivoli had risen to say farewell. + She stood apart with Theodora, holding both her hands, and speaking with + earnestness. Then she pressed her lips to Theodora’s forehead, and said, + “Adieu, my best beloved; the spring will return.” + </p> + <p> + The princess had disappeared, and Madame Phoebus came up to say good-night + to her hostess. + </p> + <p> + “It is such a delicious night,” said Theodora, “that I have ordered our + strawberries-and-cream on the terrace. You must not go.” + </p> + <p> + And so she invited them all to the terrace. There was not a breath of air, + the garden was flooded with moonlight, in which the fountain glittered, + and the atmosphere was as sweet as it was warm. + </p> + <p> + “I think the moon will melt the ice to-night,” said Theodora, as she led + Madame Phoebus to a table covered with that innocent refreshment in many + forms, and pyramids of strawberries, and gentle drinks which the fancy of + America could alone devise. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder we did not pass the whole evening on the terrace,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “One must sing in a room,” said Euphrosyne, “or the nightingales would + eclipse us.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair looked quickly at the speaker, and caught the glance of a peculiar + countenance—mockery blended with Ionian splendor. + </p> + <p> + “I think strawberries-and-cream the most popular of all food,” said Madame + Phoebus, as some touched her beautiful lips. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; and one is not ashamed of eating it,” said Theodora. + </p> + <p> + Soon there was that stir which precedes the breaking up of an assembly. + Mrs. Giles and some others had to return to town. Madame Phoebus and + Euphrosyne were near neighbors at Roehampton, but their carriage had been + for some time waiting. Mr. Phoebus did not accompany them. He chose to + walk home on such a night, and descended into the garden with his + remaining friends. + </p> + <p> + “They are going to smoke,” said Theodora. “Is it your habit?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not dislike it in the air and at a distance; but I banish them the + terrace. I think smoking must be a great consolation to a soldier;” and, + as she spoke, she moved, and, without formally inviting him, he found + himself walking by her side. + </p> + <p> + Rather abruptly he said, “You wore last night at the opera the same + ornament as on the first time I had the pleasure meeting you.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at him with a smile, and a little surprised. “My solitary + trinket; I fear you will never see any other.” + </p> + <p> + “But you do not despise trinkets?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh no; they are very well. Once I was decked with jewels and ropes of + pearls, like Titian’s Queen of Cyprus. I sometimes regret my pearls. There + is a reserve about pearls which I like—something soft and dim. But + they are all gone, and I ought not to regret them, for they went in a good + cause. I kept the star, because it was given to me by a hero; and once we + flattered ourselves it was a symbol.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I were a hero!” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “You may yet prove one.” + </p> + <p> + “And if I do, may I give you a star?” + </p> + <p> + “If it be symbolical.” + </p> + <p> + “But of what?” + </p> + <p> + “Of an heroic purpose.” + </p> + <p> + “But what is an heroic purpose?” exclaimed Lothair. “Instead of being here + to-night, I ought, perhaps, to have been present at a religious function + of the highest and deepest import, which might have influenced my destiny, + and led to something heroic. But my mind is uncertain and unsettled. I + speak to you without reserve, for my heart always entirely opens to you, + and I have a sort of unlimited confidence in your judgment. Besides, I + have never forgotten what you said at Oxford about religion—that you + could not conceive society without religion. It is what I feel myself, and + most strongly; and yet there never was a period when religion was so + assailed. There is no doubt the atheists are bolder, are more completely + organized, both as to intellectual and even physical force, than ever was + known. I have heard that from the highest authority. For my own part, I + think I am prepared to die for Divine truth. I have examined myself + severely, but I do not think I should falter. Indeed, can there be for man + a nobler duty than to be the champion of God? But then the question of the + churches interferes. If there were only one church, I could see my way. + Without a church, there can be no true religion, because otherwise you + have no security for the truth. I am a member of the Church of England, + and when I was at Oxford I thought the Anglican view might be sustained. + But, of late, I have given ray mind deeply to these matters, for, after + all, they are the only matters a man should think of; and, I confess to + you, the claim of Rome to orthodoxy seems to me irresistible.” + </p> + <p> + “You make no distinction, then, between religion and orthodoxy?” said + Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly I make no difference.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet, what is orthodox at Dover is not orthodox at Calais or Ostend. I + should be sorry to think that, because there was no orthodoxy in Belgium + or France, there was no religion.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Lothair, “I think I see what you mean.” + </p> + <p> + “Then again, if we go further,” continued Theodora, “there is the whole of + the East; that certainly is not orthodox, according to your views. You may + not agree with all or any of their opinions, but you could scarcely + maintain that, as communities, they are irreligious.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you could not, certainly,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “So you see,” said Theodora, “what is called orthodoxy has very little to + do with religion; and a person may be very religious without holding the + same dogmas as yourself, or, as some think, without holding any.” + </p> + <p> + “According to you, then,” said Lothair, “the Anglican view might be + maintained.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not know what the Anglican view is,” said Theodora. “I do not belong + to the Roman or to the Anglican Church.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet, you are very religious,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I hope so; I try to be so; and, when I fail in any duty, it is not the + fault of my religion. I never deceive myself into that; I know it is my + own fault.” + </p> + <p> + There was a pause; but they walked on. The soft splendor of the scene and + all its accessories, the moonlight, and the fragrance, and the falling + waters, wonderfully bewitched the spirit of the young Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing I would not tell you,” he suddenly exclaimed, turning to + Theodora, “and sometimes I think there is nothing you would not tell me. + Tell me, then, I entreat you, what is your religion?” + </p> + <p> + “The true religion, I think,” said Theodora. “I worship in a church where + I believe God dwells, and dwells for my guidance and my good—my + conscience.” + </p> + <p> + “Your conscience may be divine,” said Lothair, “and I believe it is; but + the consciences of other persons are not divine, and what is to guide + them, and what is to prevent or to mitigate the evil they would + perpetrate?” + </p> + <p> + “I have never heard from priests,” said Theodora, “any truth which my + conscience had not revealed to me. They use different language from what I + use, but I find, after a time, that we mean the thing. What I call time + they call eternity; when they describe heaven, they give a picture of + earth; and beings whom they style divine, they invest with all the + attributes of humanity.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet is it not true,” said Lothair, “that—” + </p> + <p> + But, at this moment, there were the sounds of merriment and of approaching + footsteps; the form of Mr. Phoebus appeared ascending the steps of the + terrace, followed by others. The smokers had fulfilled their task. There + were farewells, and bows, and good-nights. Lothair had to retire with the + others, and, as he threw himself into his brougham, he exclaimed: “I + perceive that life is not so simple an affair as I once supposed.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 32 + </h2> + <p> + When the stranger, who had proved so opportune an ally to Lothair at the + Fenian meeting, separated from his companion, he proceeded in the + direction of Pentonville, and, after pursuing his way through a number of + obscure streets, but quiet, decent, and monotonous, he stopped at a small + house in a row of many residences, yet all of them, in, form, size, color, + and general character, so identical, that the number on the door could + alone assure the visitor that he was not in error when he sounded the + knocker. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! is it you, Captain Bruges?” said the smiling and blushing maiden who + answered to his summons. “We have not seen you for a long time.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you look as kind and as pretty as ever, Jenny,” said the captain, + “and how is my friend?” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the damsel, and she shrugged her shoulders, “he mopes. I’m + very glad you have come back, captain, for he sees very few now, and is + always writing. I cannot bear that writing; if he would only go and take a + good walk, I am sure he would be better.” + </p> + <p> + “There is something in that,” said Captain Bruges. “And is he at home, and + will he see me?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! he is always at home to you, captain; but I will just run up and tell + him you are here. You know it is long since we have seen you, captain—coming + on half a year, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “Time flies, Jenny. Go, my good girl, and I will wait below.” + </p> + <p> + “In the parlor, if you please, Captain Bruges. It is to let now. It is + more than a mouth since the doctor left us. That was a loss, for, as long + as the doctor was here, he always had some one to speak with.” + </p> + <p> + So Captain Bruges entered the little dining-room with its mahogany table, + and half a dozen chairs, and cellaret, and over the fireplace a portrait + of Garibaldi, which had been left as a legacy to the landlady by her late + lodger, Dr. Tresorio. + </p> + <p> + The captain threw a quick glance at the print, and then, falling into + reverie, with his hands crossed behind him, paced the little chamber, and + was soon lost in thoughts which made him unconscious how long had elapsed + when the maiden summoned him. + </p> + <p> + Following her, and ascending the stair-case, he was ushered into the front + room of the first floor, and there came forward to meet him a man rather + below the middle height, but of a symmetrical and imposing mien. His face + was grave, not to say sad; thought, not time, had partially silvered the + clustering of his raven hair; but intellectual power reigned in his wide + brow, while determination was the character of the rest of his + countenance, under great control, yet apparently, from the dark flashing + of his eye, not incompatible with fanaticism. + </p> + <p> + “General,” he exclaimed, “your presence always reanimates me. I shall at + least have some news on which I rely. Your visit is sudden—sudden + things are often happy ones. Is there any thing stirring in the promised + land? Speak, speak! You have a thousand things to say, and I have a + thousand ears.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear Mirandola,” replied the visitor, “I will take leave to call into + council a friend whose presence is always profitable.” + </p> + <p> + So saying, he took out a cigar-case, and offered it to his companion. + </p> + <p> + “We have smoked together in palaces,” said Mirandola, accepting the + proffer with a delicate white hand. + </p> + <p> + “But not these cigars,” replied the general. “They are superb, my only + reward for all my transatlantic work, and sometimes I think a sufficient + one.” + </p> + <p> + “And Jenny shall give us a capital cup of coffee,” said Mirandola; “it is + the only hospitality that I can offer my friends. Give me a light, my + general; and now, how are things?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, at the first glance, very bad; the French have left Rome, and we + are not in it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that is an infamy not of today or yesterday,” replied Mirandola, + “though not less an infamy. We talked over this six months ago, when you + were over here about something else, and from that moment unto the present + I have with unceasing effort labored to erase this stigma from the human + consciousness, but with no success. Men are changed; public spirit is + extinct; the deeds of ‘48 are to the present generations as + incomprehensible as the Punic wars, or the feats of Marius against the + Cimbri. What we want are the most natural things in the world, and easy of + attainment because they are natural. We want our metropolis, our native + frontiers, and true liberty. Instead of these, we have compromises, + conventions, provincial jealousies, and French prefects. It is disgusting, + heart-rending; sometimes I fear my own energies are waning. My health is + wretched; writing and speaking are decidedly bad for me, and I pass my + life in writing and speaking. Toward evening I feel utterly exhausted, and + am sometimes, which I thought I never could be, the victim of despondency. + The loss of the doctor was a severe blow, but they hurried him out of the + place. The man of Paris would never rest till he was gone. I was myself + thinking of once more trying Switzerland, but the obstacles are great; + and, in truth, I was at the darkest moment when Jenny brought me the light + of your name.” + </p> + <p> + The general, who had bivouacked on a group of small chairs, his leg on + one, his elbow on another, took his cigar from his mouth and delivered + himself of a volume of smoke, and then said dryly: “Things may not be so + bad as they seem, comrade. Your efforts have not been without fruit. I + have traced them in many quarters, and, indeed, it is about their possible + consequences that I have come over to consult with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Idle words, I know, never escape those lips,” said Mirandola; “speak on.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the general, “you see that people are a little exhausted by + the efforts of last year; and it must be confessed that no slight results + were accomplished. The freedom of Venice—” + </p> + <p> + “A French intrigue,” exclaimed Mirandola. “The freedom of Venice is the + price of the slavery of Rome. I heard of it with disgust.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we do not differ much on that head,” said the general. “I am not a + Roman as you are, but I view Rome, with reference to the object of my + life, with feelings not less ardent and absorbing than yourself, who would + wish to see it again the empress of the world. I am a soldier, and love + war, and, left to myself, would care little perhaps for what form of + government I combated, provided the army was constituted on the principles + of fraternity and equality; but the passion of my life, to which I have + sacrificed military position, and perhaps,” he added in a lower tone, + “perhaps even military fame, has been to destroy priestcraft, and, so long + as the pope rules in Rome, it will be supreme.” + </p> + <p> + “We have struck him down once,” said Mirandola. + </p> + <p> + “And I hope we shall again, and forever,” said the general, “and it is + about that I would speak. You are in error in supposing that your friends + do not sympathize with you, or that their answers are dilatory or evasive. + There is much astir; the old spirit is not extinct, but the difficulties + are greater than in former days when we had only the Austrians to + encounter, and we cannot afford to make another failure.” + </p> + <p> + “There could be no failure if we were clear and determined. There must be + a hundred thousand men who would die for our metropolis, our natural + frontiers, and true liberty. The mass of the pseudo-Italian army must be + with us. As for foreign interference, its repetition seems to me + impossible. The brotherhood in the different countries, if well guided, + could alone prevent it. There should be at once a manifesto addressed to + the peoples. They have become absorbed in money-grubbing and what they + call industry. The external life of a nation is its most important one. A + nation, as an individual, has duties to fulfil appointed by God and His + moral law; the individual toward his family, his town, his country; the + nation toward the country of countries, humanity—the outward world. + I firmly believe that we fail and renounce the religious and divine + element of our life whenever we betray or neglect those duties. The + internal activity of a nation is important and sacred because it prepares + the instrument for its appointed task. It is mere egotism if it converges + toward itself, degrading and doomed to expiation—as will be the fate + of this country in which we now dwell,” added Mirandola in a hushed voice. + “England had a mission; it had belief, and it had power. It announced + itself the representative of religious, commercial, and political freedom, + and yet, when it came to action, it allowed Denmark to be crushed by + Austria and Prussia, and, in the most nefarious transaction of modern + times, uttered the approving shriek of ‘Perish Savoy!’” + </p> + <p> + “My dear Mirandola,” said the general, trimming his cigar, “there is no + living man who appreciates your genius and your worth more than myself; + perhaps I might say there is no living man who has had equal opportunities + of estimating them. You formed the mind of our country; you kindled and + kept alive the sacred flame when all was gloom, and all were without + heart. Such prodigious devotion, so much resource and pertinacity and + patience, such unbroken spirit, were never before exhibited by man; and, + whatever may be said by your enemies, I know that in the greatest hour of + action you proved equal to it; and yet at this moment, when your friends + are again stirring, and there is a hope of spring, I am bound to tell you + that there are only two persons in the world who can effect the + revolution, and you are not one of them.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ardent, my general, perhaps too sanguine, but I have no self-love, + at least none when the interests of the great cause are at stake. Tell me, + then, their names, and count, if required, on my cooperation.” + </p> + <p> + “Garibaldi and Mary-Anne.” + </p> + <p> + “A Polchinello and a Bayadere!” exclaimed Mirandola, and, springing from + his seat, he impatiently paced the room. + </p> + <p> + “And yet,” continued the general calmly, “there is no manner of doubt that + Garibaldi is the only name that could collect ten thousand men at any + given point in Italy; while in France, though her influence is mythical, + the name of Mary-Anne is a name of magic. Though never mentioned, it is + never forgotten. And the slightest allusion to it among the initiated will + open every heart. There are more secret societies in France at this moment + than at any period since ‘85, though you hear nothing of them; and they + believe in Mary-Anne, and in nothing else.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been at Caprera?” said Mirandola. + </p> + <p> + “I have been at Caprera.” + </p> + <p> + “And what did he say?” + </p> + <p> + “He will do nothing without the sanction of the Savoyard.” + </p> + <p> + “He wants to get wounded in his other foot,” said Mirandola, with savage + sarcasm. “Will he never weary of being betrayed?” + </p> + <p> + “I found him calm and sanguine,” said the general. + </p> + <p> + “What of the woman?” + </p> + <p> + “Garibaldi will not move without the Savoyard, and Mary-Anne will not move + without Garibaldi; that is the situation.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen her?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet; I have been to Caprera, and I have come over to see her and you. + Italy is ready for the move, and is only waiting for the great man. He + will not act without the Savoyard; he believes in him. I will not be + skeptical. There are difficulties enough without imagining any. We have no + money, and all our sources of supply are drained; but we have the + inspiration of a sacred cause, we have you—we may gain others—and, + at any rate, the French are no longer at Rome.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 33 + </h2> + <p> + “The Goodwood Cup, my lord—the Doncaster. This pair of flagons for + his highness the Khedive—something quite new—yes, parcel-gilt, + the only style now—it gives relief to design—yes, by Monti, a + great man, hardly inferior to Flaxman, if at all. Flaxman worked for + Rundell and Bridge in the old days—one of the principal causes of + their success. Your lordship’s gold service was supplied by Rundell and + Bridge. Very fine service indeed, much by Flaxman—nothing of that + kind seen now.” + </p> + <p> + “I never did see it,” said Lothair. He was replying to Mr. Ruby, a + celebrated jeweller and goldsmith, in a celebrated street, who had saluted + him when he had entered the shop, and called the attention of Lothair to a + group of treasures of art. + </p> + <p> + “Strange,” said Mr. Ruby smiling. “It is in the next room, if your + lordship would like to see it. I think your lordship should see your gold + service. Mr. Putney Giles ordered it here to be examined and put in + order.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see it very much,” said Lothair, “though I came to speak + to you about something else.” + </p> + <p> + And so Lothair, following Mr. Ruby into an inner apartment, had the + gratification, for the first time, of seeing his own service of gold plate + laid out in completeness, and which had been for some time exhibited to + the daily admiration of that favored portion of the English people who + frequent the brilliant and glowing counters of Mr. Ruby. + </p> + <p> + Not that Lothair was embarrassed by their presence at this moment. The + hour of their arrival had not yet come. Business had not long commenced + when Lothair entered the shop, somewhat to the surprise of its master. + Those who know Bond Street only in the blaze of fashionable hours can form + but an imperfect conception of its matutinal charm when it is still shady + and fresh—when there are no carriages, rarely a cart, and passers-by + gliding about on real business. One feels as in some Continental city. + Then there are time and opportunity to look at the shops; and there is no + street in the world that can furnish such a collection, filled with so + many objects of beauty, curiosity, and interest. The jewellers and + goldsmiths and dealers in rare furniture, porcelain, and cabinets, and + French pictures, have long fixed upon Bond Street as their favorite + quarter, and are not chary of displaying their treasures; though it may be + a question whether some of the magazines of fancy food—delicacies + culled from all the climes and regions of the globe—particularly at + the matin hour, may not, in their picturesque variety, be the most + attractive. The palm, perhaps, would be given to the fish-mongers, with + their exuberant exhibitions, grouped with skill, startling often with + strange forms, dazzling with prismatic tints, and breathing the + invigorating redolence of the sea. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I like the service,” said Lothair, “and am glad, as you tell me, + that its fashion has come round again, because there will now be no + necessity for ordering a new one. I do not myself much care for plate. I + like flowers and porcelain on a table, and I like to see the guests. + However, I suppose it is all right, and I must use it. It was not about + plate that I called; I wanted to speak to you about pearls.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Mr. Ruby, and his face brightened; and, ushering Lothair to + some glass cases, he at the same time provided his customer with a seat. + </p> + <p> + “Something like that?” said Mr. Ruby, who by this time had slid into his + proper side of the counter, and was unlocking the glass cases; “something + like that?” and he placed before Lothair a string of pretty pearls with a + diamond clasp. “With the earrings, twenty-five hundred,” he added; and + then, observing that Lothair did not seem enchanted, he said, “This is + something quite new,” and he carelessly pushed toward Lothair a + magnificent necklace of turquoises and brilliants. + </p> + <p> + It was impossible not to admire it—the arrangement was so novel and + yet of such good taste; but, though its price was double that of the pearl + necklace, Mr. Ruby did not seem to wish to force attention to it, for he + put in Lothair’s hands almost immediately the finest emerald necklace in + the world, and set in a style that was perfectly ravishing. + </p> + <p> + “The setting is from the Campana collection,” said Mr. Ruby. “They + certainly understood things in those days, but I can say that, so far as + mere workmanship is concerned, this quite equals them. I have made one for + the empress. Here is a black pearl, very rare, pear-shape, and set in + Golconda diamonds—two thousand guineas—it might be suspended + to a necklace, or worn as a locket. This is pretty,” and he offered to + Lothair a gigantic sapphire in brilliants and in the form of a bracelet. + </p> + <p> + “The finest sapphire I know is in this ring,” added Mr. Ruby, and he + introduced his visitor to a tray of precious rings. “I have a pearl + bracelet here that your lordship might like to see,” and he placed before + Lothair a case of fifty bracelets, vying with each other in splendor. + </p> + <p> + “But what I want,” said Lothair, “are pearls.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” said Mr. Ruby. “This is a curious thing,” and he took out + a paper packet. “There!” he said, opening it and throwing it before + Lothair so carelessly that some of the stones ran over the glass covering + of the counter. “There, that is a thing, not to be seen every day—packet + of diamonds, bought of an Indian prince, and sent by us to be cut and + polished at Amsterdam—nothing can be done in that way except there—and + just returned—nothing very remarkable as to size, but all of high + quality—some fine stones—that for example,” and he touched one + with the long nail of his little finger; “that is worth seven hundred + guineas, the whole packet worth perhaps ten thousand pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “Very interesting,” said Lothair, “but what I want are pearls. That + necklace which you have shown me is like the necklace of a doll. I want + pearls, such as you see them in Italian pictures—Titians and + Giorgiones—such as a Queen of Cyprus would wear. I want ropes of + pearls.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Mr. Ruby, “I know what your lordship means. Lady Bideford had + something of that kind. She very much deceived us—always told us her + necklace must be sold at her death, and she had very bad health. We + waited, but when she went, poor lady, it was claimed by the heir, and is + in chancery at this very moment. The Justinianis have ropes of pearls—Madame + Justiniani of Paris, I have been told, gives a rope to every one of her + children when they marry—but there is no expectation of a Justiniani + parting with any thing. Pearls are troublesome property, my lord. They + require great care; they want both air and exercise; they must be worn + frequently; you cannot lock them up. The Duchess of Havant has the finest + pearls in this country, and I told her grace, ‘Wear them whenever you can; + wear them at breakfast,’ and her grace follows my advice—she does + wear them at breakfast. I go down to Havant Castle every year to see her + grace’s pearls, and I wipe every one of them myself, and let them lie on a + sunny bank in the garden, in a westerly wind, for hours and days together. + Their complexion would have been ruined had it not been for this + treatment. Pearls are like girls, my lord—they require quite as much + attention.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you cannot give me what I want?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I can, and I cannot,” said Mr. Ruby. “I am in a difficulty. I have + in this house exactly what your lordship requires, but I have offered them + to Lord Topaz, and I have not received his answer. We have instructions to + inform his lordship of every very precious jewel that we obtain, and give + him the preference as a purchaser. Nevertheless, there is no one I could + more desire to oblige than your lordship—your lordship has every + claim upon us, and I should be truly glad to find these pearls in your + lordship’s possession if I could only see my way. Perhaps your lordship + would like to look at them?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, but pray do not leave me here alone with all these treasures,” + said Lothair, as Mr. Ruby was quitting the apartment. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! my lord, with you!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that is all very well; but, if any thing is missed hereafter, it + will always be remembered that these jewels were in my possession, and I + was alone. I highly object to it.” But Mr. Ruby had vanished, and did not + immediately reappear. In the mean time it was impossible for Lothair to + move: he was alone, and surrounded with precious necklaces, and glittering + rings, and gorgeous bracelets, with loose diamonds running over the + counter. It was not a kind or an amount of property that Lothair, + relinquishing the trust, could satisfactorily deliver to a shopman. The + shopman, however honest, might be suddenly tempted by Satan, and take the + next train to Liverpool. He felt therefore relieved when Mr. Ruby + reentered the room, breathless, with a velvet casket. “I beg pardon, my + lord, a thousand pardons, but I thought I would just run over to Lord + Topaz, only in the square close by. His lordship is at Madrid, the only + city one cannot depend on communications with by telegraph. Spaniards + strange people, very prejudiced, take all sorts of fancies in their head. + Besides, Lord Topaz has more pearls than he can know what to do with, and + I should like your lordship to see these,” and he opened the casket. + </p> + <p> + “Exactly what I want,” exclaimed Lothair; “these must be the very pearls + the Queen of Cyprus wore. What is their price?” + </p> + <p> + “They are from Genoa, and belonged to a doge,” said Mr. Ruby; “your + lordship shall have them for the sum we gave for them. There shall be no + profit on the transaction, and we shall be proud of it. We gave for them + four thousand guineas.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take them with me,” said Lothair, who was afraid, if he left them + behind, Lord Topaz might arrive in the interval. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 34 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair had returned home from his last visit to Belmont agitated by many + thoughts, but, generally speaking, deeply musing over its mistress. + Considerable speculation on religion, the churches, the solar system, the + cosmical order, the purpose of creation, and the destiny of man, was + maintained in his too rapid progress from Roehampton to his Belgravian + hotel; but the association of ideas always terminated the consideration of + every topic by a wondering and deeply interesting inquiry when he should + see her again. And here, in order to simplify this narrative, we will at + once chronicle the solution of this grave question. On the afternoon of + the next day, Lothair mounted his horse with the intention of calling on + Lady St. Jerome, and perhaps some other persons, but it is curious to + observe that he soon found himself on the road to Roehampton, where he was + in due time paying a visit to Theodora. But what is more remarkable is + that the same result occurred every day afterward. Regularly every day he + paid a visit to Belmont. Nor was this all; very often he paid two visits, + for he remembered that in the evening Theodora was always at home. Lothair + used to hurry to town from his morning visit, dine at some great house, + which satisfied the demands of society, and then drive down to Roehampton. + The guests of the evening saloon, when they witnessed the high ceremony of + Lothair’s manner, which was natural to him, when he entered, and the + welcome of Theodora, could hardly believe that a few hours only had + elapsed since their separation. + </p> + <p> + And what was the manner of Theodora to him when they were alone? Precisely + as before. She never seemed in the least surprised that he called on her + every day, or even twice a day. Sometimes she was alone, frequently she + had companions, but she was always the same, always appeared gratified at + his arrival, and always extended to him the same welcome, graceful and + genial, but without a spark of coquetry. Yet she did not affect to conceal + that she took a certain interest in him, because she was careful to + introduce him to distinguished men, and would say, “You should know him, + he is master of such a subject. You will hear things that you ought to + know.” But all this in a sincere and straightforward manner. Theodora had + not the slightest affectation; she was always natural, though a little + reserved. But this reserve appeared to be the result of modesty, rather + than of any desire of concealment. When they were alone, though always + calm, she would talk with freedom and vivacity; but in the presence of + others she rather led to their display, and encouraged them, often with a + certain degree of adroit simplicity, to descant on topics which interested + them or of which they were competent to treat. Alone with Lothair, and + they were often alone, though she herself never obtruded the serious + subjects round which he was always fluttering, she never avoided them, and + without involving herself in elaborate arguments, or degenerating into + conversational controversy, she had a habit of asking a question, or + expressing a sentiment, which greatly affected his feelings or perplexed + his opinions. + </p> + <p> + Had not the season been long waning, this change in the life of Lothair + must have been noticed, and its cause ultimately discovered. But the + social critics cease to be observant toward the end of July. All the world + then are thinking of themselves, and have no time to speculate on the fate + and fortunes of their neighbors. The campaign is too near its close; the + balance of the season must soon be struck, the great book of society made. + In a few weeks, even in a few days, what long and subtle plans shattered + or triumphant!—what prizes gained or missed!—what baffled + hopes, and what broken hearts! The baffled hopes must go to Cowes, and the + broken hearts to Baden. There were some great ladies who did remark that + Lothair was seldom seen at balls; and Hugo Bohun, who had been staying at + his aunt Lady Gertrude’s villa for change of air, did say to Bertram that + he had met Lothair twice on Barnes Common, and asked Bertram if he knew + the reason why. But the fact that Lothair was cruising in waters which + their craft never entered combined with the lateness of the season to + baffle all the ingenuity of Hugo Bohun, though he generally found out + every thing. + </p> + <p> + The great difficulty which Lothair had to apprehend was with his Roman + Catholic friends. The system of the monsignori was never to let him be out + of sight, and his absence from the critical function had not only + disappointed but alarmed them. But the Jesuits are wise men; they never + lose their temper. They know when to avoid scenes as well as when to make + them. Monsignore Catesby called on Lothair as frequently as before, and + never made the slightest allusion to the miscarriage of their + expectations. Strange to say, the innocent Lothair, naturally so + straightforward and so honorable, found himself instinctively, almost it + might be said unconsciously, defending himself against his invaders with + some of their own weapons. He still talked about building his cathedral, + of which, not contented with more plans, he even gave orders that a model + should be made, and he still received statements on points of faith from + Father Coleman, on which he made marginal notes and queries. Monsignore + Catesby was not altogether satisfied. He was suspicious of some disturbing + cause, but at present it baffled him. Their hopes, however, were high; and + they had cause to be sanguine. In a month’s time or so, Lothair would be + in the country to celebrate his majority; his guardian the cardinal was to + be his guest; the St. Jeromes were invited, Monsignore Catesby himself. + Here would be opportunity and actors to avail themselves of it. + </p> + <p> + It was a very few days after the first evening visit of Lothair to Belmont + that he found himself one morning alone with Theodora. She was in her + bowery boudoir, copying some music for Madame Phoebus, at least in the + intervals of conversation. That had not been of a grave character, but the + contrary when Lothair rather abruptly said, “Do you agree, Mrs. Campian, + with what Mr. Phoebus said the other night, that the greatest pain must be + the sense of death?” + </p> + <p> + “Then mankind is generally spared the greatest pain,” she replied, “for I + apprehend few people are sensible of death—unless indeed,” she + added, “it be on the field of battle; and there, I am sure, it cannot be + painful.” + </p> + <p> + “Not on the field of battle?” asked Lothair, inducing her to proceed. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I should think for all, on the field of battle, there must be a + degree of excitement, and of sympathetic excitement, scarcely compatible + with overwhelming suffering; but, if death were encountered there for a + great cause, I should rather associate it with rapture than pain.” + </p> + <p> + “But still a good number of persons must die in their beds and be + conscious,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “It may be, though I should doubt it. The witnesses of such a demise are + never impartial. All I have loved and lost have died upon the field of + battle; and those who have suffered pain have been those whom they have + left behind; and that pain,” she added with some emotion, “may perhaps + deserve the description of Mr. Phoebus.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair would not pursue the subject, and there was rather an awkward + pause. Theodora herself broke it, and in a lighter vein, though recurring + to the same theme, she said with a slight smile: “I am scarcely a + competent person to consult upon this subject, for, to be candid with you, + I do not myself believe in death. There is a change, and doubtless a great + one, painful it may be, certainly very perplexing, but I have a profound + conviction of my immortality, and I do not believe that I shall rest in my + grave in saecula saeculorum, only to be convinced of it by the last + trump.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will not leave this world before I do,” said Lothair, “but, if + that sorrow be reserved for me, promise that to me, if only once, you will + reappear.” + </p> + <p> + “I doubt whether the departed have that power,” said Theodora, “or else I + think my heroes would have revisited me. I lost a father more magnificent + than Jove, and two brothers brighter than Apollo, and all of them + passionately loved me—and yet they have not come; but I shall see + them—and perhaps soon. So you see, my dear lord,” speaking more + briskly, and rising rather suddenly from her seat, “that for my part I + think it best to arrange all that concerns one in this world while one + inhabits it, and this reminds me that I have a little business to fulfil + in which you can help me,” and she opened a cabinet and took out a flat + antique case, and then said, resuming her seat at her table: “Some one, + and anonymously, has made me a magnificent present; some strings of costly + pearls. I am greatly embarrassed with them, for I never wear pearls or + anything else, and I never wish to accept presents. To return them to an + unknown is out of my power, but it is not impossible that I may some day + become acquainted with the donor. I wish them to be kept in safety, and + therefore not by myself, for my life is subject to too great vicissitudes. + I have therefore placed them in this case, which I shall now seal and + intrust them to your care, as a friend in whom I have entire confidence. + See,” she said, lighting a match, and opening the case, “here are the + pearls—are they not superb?—and here is a note which will tell + you what to do with them in case of my absence, when you open the case, + which will not be for a year from this day. There, it is locked. I have + directed it to you, and I will seal it with my father’s seal.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair was about to speak. “Do not say a word,” she said “this seal is a + religious ceremony with me.” She was some little time fulfilling it, so + that the impression might be deep and clear. She looked at it earnestly + while the wax was cooling, and then she said, “I deliver the custody of + this to a friend whom I entirely trust. Adieu!” and she disappeared. + </p> + <p> + The amazed Lothair glanced at the seal. It was a single word, “ROMA,” and + then, utterly mystified, he returned to town with his own present. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 35 + </h2> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus had just finished a picture which he had painted for the + Emperor of Russia. It was to depart immediately from England for its + northern home, except that his imperial majesty had consented that it + should be exhibited for a brief space to the people of England. This was a + condition which Mr. Phoebus had made in the interests of art, and as a due + homage alike to his own patriotism and celebrity. + </p> + <p> + There was to be a private inspection of the picture at the studio of the + artist, and Mr. Phoebus had invited Lothair to attend it. Our friend had + accordingly, on the appointed day, driven down to Belmont and then walked + to the residence of Mr. Phoebus with Colonel Campian and his wife. It was + a short and pretty walk, entirely through the royal park, which the + occupiers of Belmont had the traditionary privilege thus to use. + </p> + <p> + The residence of Mr. Phoebus was convenient and agreeable, and in + situation not unlike that of Belmont, being sylvan and sequestered. He had + himself erected a fine studio, and added it to the original building. The + flower-garden was bright and curious, and on the lawn was a tent of many + colors, designed by himself and which might have suited some splendid + field of chivalry. Upon gilt and painted perches, also, there were + paroquets and macaws. + </p> + <p> + Lothair on his arrival found many guests assembled, chiefly on the lawn. + Mr. Phoebus was highly esteemed, and had distinguished and eminent + friends, whose constant courtesies the present occasion allowed him + elegantly to acknowledge. There was a polished and gray-headed noble who + was the head of the patrons of art in England, whose nod of approbation + sometimes made the fortune of a young artist, and whose purchase of + pictures for the nation even the furious cognoscenti of the House of + Commons dared not question. Some of the finest works of Mr. Phoebus were + to be found in his gallery; but his lordship admired Madame Phoebus even + more than her husband’s works, and Euphrosyne as much as her sister. It + was sometimes thought, among their friends, that this young lady had only + to decide in order to share the widowed coronet; but Euphrosyne laughed at + every thing, even her adorers; and, while her witching mockery only + rendered them more fascinated, it often prevented critical declarations. + </p> + <p> + And Lady Beatrice was there, herself an artist, and full of aesthetical + enthusiasm. Her hands were beautiful, and she passed her life in modelling + them. And Cecrops was there, a rich old bachelor, with, it was supposed, + the finest collection of modern pictures extant. His theory was, that a + man could not do a wiser thing than invest the whole of his fortune in + such securities, and it led him to tell his numerous nephews and nieces + that he should, in all probability, leave his collection to the nation. + </p> + <p> + Clorinda, whose palace was always open to genius, and who delighted in the + society of men who had discovered planets, excavated primeval mounds, + painted pictures on new principles, or composed immortal poems which no + human being could either scan or construe, but which she delighted in as + “subtle” and full of secret melody, came leaning on the arms of a + celebrated plenipotentiary, and beaming with sympathy on every subject, + and with the consciousness of her universal charms. + </p> + <p> + And the accomplished Sir Francis was there, and several R. A. s of + eminence, for Phoebus was a true artist, and loved the brotherhood, and + always placed them in the post of honor. + </p> + <p> + No language can describe the fascinating costume of Madame Phoebus and her + glittering sister. “They are habited as sylvans,” the great artist deigned + to observe, if any of his guests could not refrain from admiring the + dresses; which he had himself devised. As for the venerable patron of art + in Britain, he smiled when he met the lady of the house, and sighed when + he glanced at Euphrosyne; but the first gave him a beautiful flower, and + the other fastened it in his button-hole. He looked like a victim bedecked + by the priestesses of some old fane of Hellenic loveliness, and proud of + his impending fate. What could the Psalmist mean in the immortal passage? + Three-score-and-ten, at the present day, is the period of romantic + passions. As for our enamoured sexagenarians, they avenge the theories of + our cold-hearted youth. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus was an eminent host. It delighted him to see people pleased, + and pleased under his influence. He had a belief, not without foundation, + that every thing was done better under his roof than under that of any + other person. The banquet in the air on the present occasion could only be + done justice to by the courtly painters of the reign of Louis XV. Vanloo, + and Watteau, and Lancres, would have caught the graceful group and the + well-arranged colors, and the faces, some pretty, some a little affected; + the ladies on fantastic chairs of wicker-work, gilt and curiously painted; + the gentlemen reclining on the turf, or bending behind them with watchful + care. The little tables all different, the soups in delicate cups of + Sevres, the wines in golden glass of Venice, the ortolans, the Italian + confectionery, the endless bouquets, were worthy of the soft and invisible + music that resounded from the pavilion, only varied by the coquettish + scream of some macaw, jealous, amid all this novelty and excitement, of + not being noticed. + </p> + <p> + “It is a scene of enchantment,” whispered the chief patron of British art + to Madame Phoebus. + </p> + <p> + “I always think luncheon in the air rather jolly,” said Madame Phoebus. + </p> + <p> + “It is perfect romance!” murmured the chief patron of British art to + Euphrosyne. + </p> + <p> + “With a due admixture of reality,” she said, helping him to an enormous + truffle, which she extracted from its napkin. “You know you must eat it + with butter.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair was glad to observe that, though in refined society, none were + present with whom he had any previous acquaintance, for he had an + instinctive feeling that if Hugo Bohun had been there, or Bertram, or the + Duke of Brecon, or any ladies with whom he was familiarly acquainted, he + would scarcely have been able to avail himself of the society of Theodora + with the perfect freedom which he now enjoyed. They would all have been + asking who she was, where she came from, how long Lothair had known her, + all those questions, kind and neighborly, which under such circumstances + occur. He was in a distinguished circle, but one different from that in + which he lived. He sat next to Theodora, and Mr. Phoebus constantly + hovered about them, ever doing something very graceful, or saying + something very bright. Then he would whisper a word to the great Clorinda, + who flashed intelligence from her celebrated eyes, and then he made a + suggestion to the aesthetical Lady Beatrice, who immediately fell into + enthusiasm and eloquence, and took the opportunity of displaying her + celebrated hands. + </p> + <p> + The time had now arrived when they were to repair to the studio and view + the picture. A curtain was over it, and then a silken rope across the + chamber, and then some chairs. The subject of the picture was Hero and + Leander, chosen by the heir of all the Russias himself, during a late + visit to England. + </p> + <p> + “A fascinating subject,” said old Cecrops to Mr. Phoebus, “but not a very + original one.” + </p> + <p> + “The originality of a subject is in its treatment,” was the reply. + </p> + <p> + The theme, in the present instance, was certainly not conventionally + treated. When the curtain was withdrawn, they beheld a figure of life-like + size, exhibiting in undisguised completeness the perfection of the female + form, and yet the painter had so skilfully availed himself of the shadowy + and mystic hour, and of some gauze-like drapery, which veiled without + concealing his design, that the chastest eye might gaze on his heroine + with impunity. The splendor of her upstretched arms held high the + beacon-light, which thew a glare upon the sublime anxiety of her + countenance, while all the tumult of the Hellespont, the waves, the + scudding sky, the opposite shore revealed by a blood-red flash, were + touched by the hand of a master who had never failed. + </p> + <p> + The applause was a genuine verdict, and the company after a time began to + disperse about the house and gardens. A small circle remained, and, + passing the silken rope, approached and narrowly scrutinized the picture. + Among these were Theodora and Lothair, the chief patron of British art, an + R. A. or two, Clorinda, and Lady Beatrice. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus, who left the studio but had now returned, did not disturb + them. After a while he approached the group. His air was elate, and was + redeemed only from arrogance by the intellect of his brow. The circle + started a little as they heard his voice, for they had been unaware of his + presence. + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow,” he said, “the critics will commence. You know who the critics + are? The men who have failed in literature and art.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 36 + </h2> + <p> + The lodge-gate of Belmont was opening as Lothair one morning approached + it; a Hansom cab came forth, and in it was a person whose countenance was + strongly marked on the memory of Lothair. It was that of his unknown + friend at the Fenian meeting. Lothair instantly recognized and cordially + saluted him, and his greeting, though hurriedly, was not ungraciously + returned; but the vehicle did not stop. Lothair called to the driver to + halt; but the driver, on the contrary, stimulated his steed, and in the + winding lane was soon out of sight. + </p> + <p> + Theodora was not immediately visible. She was neither in her usual + apartment nor in her garden; but it was only perhaps because Lothair was + so full of his own impressions from his recent encounter at the lodge, + that he did not observe that the demeanor of Mrs. Campian, when she + appeared, was hardly marked by her habitual serenity. She entered the room + hurriedly and spoke with quickness. + </p> + <p> + “Pray,” exclaimed Lothair, rather eagerly, “do tell me the name of the + gentleman who has just called here.” + </p> + <p> + Theodora changed color, looked distressed, and was silent; unobserved, + however, by Lothair, who, absorbed by his own highly-excited curiosity, + proceeded to explain why he presumed to press for the information. “I am + under great obligations to that person; I am not sure I may not say I owe + him my life, but certainly an extrication from great dander and very + embarrassing danger too. I never saw him but once, and he would not give + me his name, and scarcely would accept my thanks. I wanted to stop his cab + to-day, but it was impossible. He literally galloped off.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a foreigner,” said Mrs Campian, who had recovered herself; “he was + a particular friend of my dear father; and when he visits England, which + he does occasionally, he calls to see us.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Lothair, “I hope I shall soon have an opportunity of expressing + to him my gratitude.” + </p> + <p> + “It was so like him not to give his name and to shrink from thanks,” said + Mrs. Campian. “He never enters society, and makes no acquaintances.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry for that,” said Lothair, “for it is not only that he served + me, but I was much taken with him, and felt that he was a person I should + like to cultivate.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Captain Bruges is a remarkable man,” said Theodora; “he is not one + to be forgotten.” + </p> + <p> + “Captain Bruges. That, then, is his name?” + </p> + <p> + “He is known by the name of Captain Bruges,” said Theodora, and she + hesitated; and then speaking more quickly she added: “I cannot sanction, I + cannot bear, any deception between you and this roof. Bruges is not his + real name, nor is the title he assumes his real rank. He is not to be + known, and not to be spoken of. He is one, and one of the most eminent, of + the great family of sufferers in this world, but sufferers for a divine + cause. I myself have been direly stricken in this struggle. When I + remember the departed, it is not always easy to bear the thought. I keep + it at the bottom of my heart; but this visit to-day has too terribly + revived every thing. It is well that you only are here to witness my + suffering, but you will not have to witness it again, for we will never + again speak of these matters.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair was much touched: his good heart and his good taste alike + dissuaded him from attempting commonplace consolation. He ventured to take + her hand and pressed it to his lips. “Dear lady!” he murmured, and he led + her to a seat. “I fear my foolish tattle has added to pain which I would + gladly bear for you.” + </p> + <p> + They talked about nothings: about a new horse which Colonel Campian had + just purchased, and which he wanted to show to Lothair; an old opera + revived, but which sounded rather flat; something amusing that somebody + had said, and something absurd which somebody had done. And then, when the + ruffled feeling had been quite composed, and all had been brought back to + the tenor of their usual pleasant life, Lothair said suddenly and rather + gayly. “And now, dearest lady, I have a favor to ask. You know my majority + is to be achieved and to be celebrated next month. I hope that yourself + and Colonel Campian will honor me by being my guests.” + </p> + <p> + Theodora did not at all look like a lady who had received a social + attention of the most distinguished class. She looked embarrassed, and + began to murmur something about Colonel Campian, and their never going + into society. + </p> + <p> + “Colonel Campian is going to Scotland, and you are going with him,” said + Lothair. “I know it, for he told me so, and said he could manage the visit + to me, if you approved it, quite well. In fact, it will fit in with this + Scotch visit.” + </p> + <p> + “There was some talk once about Scotland,” said Theodora, “but that was a + long time ago. Many things have happened since then. I do not think the + Scotch visit is by any means so settled as you think.” + </p> + <p> + “But, however that may be decided,” said Lothair, “there can be no reason + why you should not come to me.” + </p> + <p> + “It is presumptuous in me, a foreigner, to speak of such matters,” said + Theodora; “but I fancy that, in such celebrations as you contemplate, + there is, or there should be, some qualification of blood or family + connection for becoming your guests. We should be there quite strangers, + and in everybody’s way, checking the local and domestic abandon which I + should suppose is one of the charms of such meetings.” + </p> + <p> + “I have few relations and scarcely a connection,” said Lothair rather + moodily. “I can only ask friends to celebrate my majority, and there are + no friends whom I so much regard as those who live at Belmont.” + </p> + <p> + “It is very kind of you to say that, and to feel it; and I know that you + would not say it if you did not feel it,” replied Theodora. “But still, I + think it would be better that we should come to see you at a time when you + are less engaged; perhaps you will take Colonel Campian down some day and + give him some shooting.” + </p> + <p> + “All I can say is that, if you do not come, it will be the darkest, + instead of the brightest, week in my life,” said Lothair. “In short, I + feel I could not get through the business; I should be so mortified. I + cannot restrain my feelings or arrange my countenance. Unless you come, + the whole affair will be a complete failure, and worse than a failure.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I will speak to Colonel Campian about it,” said Theodora, but with + little animation. + </p> + <p> + “We will both speak to him about it now,” said Lothair, for the colonel at + that moment entered the room and greeted Lothair, as was his custom, + cordially. + </p> + <p> + “We are settling the visit to Muriel,” said Lothair; “I want to induce + Mrs. Campian to come down a day or two before the rest, so that we may + have the benefit of her counsel.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 37 + </h2> + <p> + Muriel Tower crowned a wooded steep, part of a wild, and winding, and + sylvan valley, at the bottom of which rushed a foaming stream. On the + other side of the castle the scene, though extensive, was not less + striking, and was essentially romantic. A vast park spread in all + directions beyond the limit of the eye, and with much variety of character—ornate + near the mansion, and choicely timbered; in other parts glens and + spreading dolls, masses of black pines and savage woods; everywhere, + sometimes glittering, and sometimes sullen, glimpses of the largest + natural lake that inland England boasts, Muriel Mere, and in the extreme + distance moors, and the first crest of mountains. The park, too, was full + of life, for there were not only herds of red and fallow deer, but, in its + more secret haunts, wandered a race of wild-cattle, extremely savage, + white and dove-colored, and said to be of the time of the Romans. + </p> + <p> + It was not without emotion that Lothair beheld the chief seat of his race. + It was not the first time he had visited it. He had a clear and painful + recollection of a brief, hurried, unkind glimpse caught of it in his very + earliest boyhood. His uncle had taken him there by some inconvenient + cross-railroad, to avail themselves of which they had risen in the dark on + a March morning, and in an east wind. When they arrived at their station + they had hired an open fly drawn by a single horse, and, when they had + thus at last reached the uninhabited Towers, they entered by the offices, + where Lothair was placed in the steward’s room, by a smoky fire, given + something to eat, and told that he might walk about and amuse himself, + provided he did not go out of sight of the castle, while his uncle and the + steward mounted their horses and rode over the estate; leaving Lothair for + hours without companions, and returning just in time, in a shivering + twilight, to clutch him up, as it were, by the nape of the neck, twist him + back again into the one-horse fly, and regain the railroad; his uncle + praising himself the whole time for the satisfactory and business-like + manner in which he had planned and completed the edition. + </p> + <p> + What a contrast to present circumstances! Although Lothair had wished, and + thought he had secured, that his arrival at Muriel should be quite + private, and even unknown, and that all ceremonies and celebrations should + be postponed for a few days, during which he hoped to become a little more + familiar with his home, the secret could not be kept, and the county would + not tolerate this reserve. He was met at the station by five hundred + horsemen, all well mounted, and some of them gentlemen of high degree, who + insisted upon accompanying him to his gates. His carriage passed under + triumphal arches, and choirs of enthusiastic children; waving parochial + banners, hymned his auspicious approach. + </p> + <p> + At the park gates his cavalcade quitted him with that delicacy of feeling + which always distinguishes Englishmen, however rough their habit. As their + attendance was self-invited, they would not intrude upon his home. + </p> + <p> + “Your lordship will have enough to do to-day, without being troubled with + us,” said their leader, as he shook hands with Lothair. + </p> + <p> + But Lothair would not part with them thus. With the inspiring recollection + of his speech at the Fenian meeting, Lothair was not afraid of rising in + his barouche and addressing them. What he said was said very well and it + was addressed to a people who, though the shyest in the world, have a + passion for public speaking, than which no achievement more tests reserve. + It was something to be a great peer and a great proprietor, and to be + young and singularly well-favored; but to be able to make a speech, and + such a good one, such cordial words in so strong and musical a voice—all + felt at once they were in the presence of the natural leader of the + county. The enthusiasm of the hunting-field burst forth. They gave him + three ringing cheers, and jostled their horses forward, that they might + grasp his hand. + </p> + <p> + The park gates were open, and the postillions dashed along through scenes + of loveliness on which Lothair would fain have lingered, but be consoled + himself with the recollection that he should probably have an opportunity + of seeing them again. Sometimes his carriage seemed in the heart of an + ancient forest; sometimes the deer, startled at his approach, were + scudding over expanding lawns; then his course wound by the margin of a + sinuous lake with green islands and golden gondolas; and then, after + advancing through stately avenues, he arrived at mighty gates of wondrous + workmanship, that once had been the boast of a celebrated convent on the + Danube, but which, in the days of revolutions, had reached England, and + had been obtained by the grandfather of Lothair to guard the choice + demesne that was the vicinage of his castle. + </p> + <p> + When we remember that Lothair, notwithstanding his rank and vast wealth, + had never, from the nature of things, been the master of an establishment, + it must be admitted that the present occasion was a little trying for his + nerves. The whole household of the Towers were arrayed and arranged in + groups on the steps of the chief entrance. The steward of the estate, who + had been one of the cavalcade, had galloped on before, and he was, of + course, the leading spirit, and extended his arm to his lord as Lothair + descended from his carriage. The house-steward, the chief butler, the + head-gardener, the chief of the kitchen, the head-keeper, the + head-forester, and grooms of the stud and of the chambers, formed one + group behind the housekeeper, a grave and distinguished-looking female, + who courtesied like the old court; half a dozen powdered gentlemen, + glowing, in crimson liveries, indicated the presence of my lord’s footmen; + while the rest of the household, considerable in numbers, were arranged in + two groups, according to their sex, and at a respectful distance. + </p> + <p> + What struck Lothair—who was always thinking, and who had no + inconsiderable fund of humor in his sweet and innocent nature—was + the wonderful circumstance that, after so long an interval of neglect and + abeyance, he should find himself the master of so complete and consummate + a household. + </p> + <p> + “Castles and parks,” he thought, “I had a right to count on, and, perhaps, + even pictures, but how I came to possess such a work of art as my groom of + the chambers, who seems as respectfully haughty, and as calmly grateful, + as if he were at Brentham itself, and whose coat must have been made in + Saville Row, quite bewilders me.” + </p> + <p> + But Lothair, though he appreciated Putney Giles, had not yet formed a full + conception of the resource and all-accomplished providence of that + wondrous man, acting under the inspiration of the consummate Apollonia. + </p> + <p> + Passing through the entrance-hall, a lofty chamber, though otherwise of + moderate dimensions, Lothair was ushered into his armory, a gallery two + hundred feet long, with suits of complete mail ranged on each side, and + the walls otherwise covered with rare and curious weapons. It was + impossible, even for the master of this collection, to suppress the + delight and the surprise with which he beheld the scene. We must remember, + in his excuse, that he beheld it for the first time. + </p> + <p> + The armory led to a large and lofty octagonal chamber, highly decorated, + in the centre of which was the tomb of Lothair’s grandfather. He had + raised it in his lifetime. The tomb was of alabaster surrounded by a + railing of pure gold, and crowned with a recumbent figure of the deceased + in his coronet—a fanciful man, who lived in solitude, building + castles and making gardens. + </p> + <p> + What charmed Lothair most as he proceeded were the number of courts and + quadrangles in the castle, all of bright and fantastic architecture, and + each of which was a garden, glowing with brilliant colors, and gay with + the voice of fountains or the forms of gorgeous birds. Our young friend + did not soon weary in his progress; even the suggestions of the steward, + that his lordship’s luncheon was at command, did not restrain him. + Ballrooms, and baronial halls, and long libraries with curiously-stained + windows, and suites of dazzling saloons, where he beheld the original + portraits of his parents, of which he had miniatures—he saw them + all, and was pleased, and interested. But what most struck and even + astonished him was the habitable air which pervaded the whole of this + enormous structure; too rare even when families habitually reside in such + dwellings; but almost inconceivable, when it was to be remembered that + more than a generation had passed without a human being living in these + splendid chambers, scarcely a human word being spoken in them. There was + not a refinement of modern furniture that was wanting; even the tables + were covered with the choicest publications of the day. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Putney Giles proposes to arrive here to-morrow,” said the steward. + “He thought your lordship would like to be a day or two alone.” + </p> + <p> + “He is the most sensible man I know,” said Lothair; “he always does the + right thing. I think I will have my luncheon now, Mr. Harvey, and I will + go over the cellars to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 38 + </h2> + <p> + Yes; Lothair wished to be alone. He had naturally a love of solitude, but + the events of the last few hours lent an additional inducement to + meditation. He was impressed, in a manner and degree not before + experienced, with the greatness of his inheritance. His worldly position, + until to-day, had been an abstraction. After all, he had only been one of + a crowd, which he resembled. But the sight of this proud and abounding + territory, and the unexpected encounter with his neighbors, brought to him + a sense of power and of responsibility. He shrank from neither. The world + seemed opening to him with all its delights, and with him duty was one. He + was also sensible of the beautiful, and the surrounding forms of nature + and art charmed him. Let us not forget that extreme youth and perfect + health were ingredients not wanting in the spell any more than power or + wealth. Was it, then, complete? Not without the influence of woman. + </p> + <p> + To that gentle yet mystical sway the spirit of Lothair had yielded. What + was the precise character of his feelings to Theodora—what were his + hopes, or views—he had hitherto had neither the time nor the + inclination to make certain. The present was so delightful, and the + enjoyment of her society had been so constant and complete, that he had + ever driven the future from his consideration. Had the conduct of Theodora + been different, had she deigned to practise on his affections, appealed to + his sensibility, stimulated or piqued his vanity, it might have been + otherwise. In the distraction of his heart, or the disturbance of his + temper, he might have arrived at conclusions, and even expressed them, + incompatible with the exquisite and even sublime friendship, which had so + strangely and beautifully arisen, like a palace in a dream, and absorbed + his being. Although their acquaintance could hardly be numbered by months, + there was no living person of whom he had seen so much, or to whom he had + opened his heart and mind with such profuse ingenuousness. Nor on her + part, though apparently shrinking from egotism, had there ever been any + intellectual reserve. On the contrary, although never authoritative, and, + even when touching on her convictions, suggesting rather than dictating + them, Lothair could not but feel that, during the happy period he had + passed in her society, not only his taste had refined but his mind had + considerably opened; his views had become larger, his sympathies had + expanded; he considered with charity things and even persons from whom a + year ago he would have recoiled with alarm or aversion. + </p> + <p> + The time during which Theodora had been his companion was the happiest + period of his life. It was more than that; he could conceive no felicity + greater, and all that he desired was that it should endure. Since they + first met, scarcely four-and-twenty hours had passed without his being in + her presence; and now, notwithstanding the novelty and the variety of the + objects around him and the vast, and urgent, and personal interest which + they involve he felt a want which meeting her, or the daily prospect of + meeting her, could alone supply. Her voice lingered in his ear; he gazed + upon a countenance invisible to others; and he scarcely saw or did any + thing without almost unconsciously associating with it her opinion or + approbation. + </p> + <p> + Well, then, the spell was complete. The fitfulness or melancholy which so + often is the doom of youth, however otherwise favored, who do not love, + was not the condition, capricious or desponding, of Lothair. In him + combined all the accidents and feelings which enchant existence. + </p> + <p> + He had been rambling in the solitudes of his park, and had thrown himself + on the green shadow of a stately tree, his cheek resting on his arm, and + lost in reverie amid the deep and sultry silence. Wealthy and young, noble + and full of noble thoughts, with the inspiration of health, surrounded by + the beautiful, and his heart softened by feelings as exquisite, Lothair, + nevertheless, could not refrain from pondering over the mystery of that + life which seemed destined to bring to him only delight. + </p> + <p> + “Life would be perfect,” he at length exclaimed, “if it would only last.” + But it will not last; and what then? He could not reconcile interest in + this life with the conviction of another, and an eternal one. It seemed to + him that, with such a conviction, man could have only one thought and one + occupation—the future, and preparation for it. With such a + conviction, what they called reality appeared to him more vain and + nebulous than the scones and sights of sleep. And he had that conviction; + at least he had it once. Had he it now? Yes; he had it now, but modified, + perhaps, in detail. He was not so confident as he was a few months ago, + that he could be ushered by a Jesuit from his deathbed to the society of + St. Michael and all the angels. There might be long processes of + initiation—intermediate states of higher probation and refinement. + There might be a horrible and apathetic pause. When millions of ages + appeared to be necessary to mature the crust of a rather insignificant + planet, it might be presumption in man to assume that his soul, though + immortal, was to reach its final destination regardless of all the + influences of space and time. + </p> + <p> + And the philosophers and distinguished men of science with whom of late he + had frequently enjoyed the opportunity of becoming acquainted, what were + their views? They differed among themselves: did any of them agree with + him? How they accounted for every thing except the only point on which man + requires revelation! Chance, necessity, atomic theories, nebular + hypotheses, development, evolution, the origin of worlds, human ancestry—here + were high topics, on none of which was there lack of argument; and, in a + certain sense, of evidence; and what then? There must be design. The + reasoning and the research of all philosophy could not be valid against + that conviction. If there were no design, why, it would all be nonsense; + and he could not believe in nonsense. And if there were design, there must + be intelligence; and if intelligence, pure intelligence; and pure + intelligence was inconsistent with any disposition but perfect good. But + between the all-wise and the all-benevolent and man, according to the new + philosophers, no relations were to be any longer acknowledged. They + renounce in despair the possibility of bringing man into connection with + that First Cause which they can neither explain nor deny. But man requires + that there shall be direct relations between the created and the Creator; + and that in those relations he should find a solution of the perplexities + of existence. The brain that teems with illimitable thought, will never + recognize as his creator any power of Nature, however irresistible, that + is not gifted with consciousness. Atheism may be consistent with fine + taste, and fine taste under certain conditions may for a time regulate a + polished society; but ethics with atheism are impossible; and without + ethics no human order can be strong or permanent. + </p> + <p> + The Church comes forward, and, without equivocation, offers to establish + direct relations between God and man. Philosophy denies its title, and + disputes its power. Why? Because they are founded on the supernatural. + What is the supernatural? Can there be any thing more miraculous than the + existence of man and the world?—any thing more literally + supernatural than the origin of things? The Church explains what no one + else pretends to explain, and which, every one agrees, it is of first + moment should be made clear. + </p> + <p> + The clouds of a summer eve were glowing in the creative and flickering + blaze of the vanished sun, that had passed like a monarch from the + admiring sight, yet left his pomp behind. The golden and amber vapors fell + into forms that to the eye of the musing Lothair depicted the objects of + his frequent meditation. There seemed to rise in the horizon the dome and + campaniles and lofty aisles of some celestial fane, such as he had often + more than dreamed of raising to the revealed author of life and death. + Altars arose and sacred shrines, and delicate chantries and fretted + spires; now the flashing phantom of heavenly choirs, and then the dim + response of cowled and earthly cenobites: + </p> + <p> + “These are black Vesper’s pageants!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0039" id="link2HCH0039"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 39 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair was quite glad to see Mr. Putney Giles. That gentleman indeed was + a universal favorite. He was intelligent, acquainted with every thing + except theology and metaphysics, to oblige, a little to patronize, never + made difficulties, and always overcame them. His bright blue eyes, open + forehead, and sunny face, indicated a man fall of resources, and with a + temper of natural sweetness. + </p> + <p> + The lawyer and his noble client had a great deal of business to transact. + Lothair was to know his position in detail preparatory to releasing his + guardians from their responsibilities, and assuming the management of his + own affairs. Mr. Putney Giles was a first-rate man of business. With all + his pleasant, easy manner, he was precise and methodical, and was not + content that his client should be less master of his own affairs than his + lawyer. The mornings passed over a table covered with dispatch boxes and + piles of ticketed and banded papers, and then they looked after the + workmen who were preparing for the impending festivals, or rode over the + estate. + </p> + <p> + “That is our weak point,” said Mr. Putney Giles, pointing to a distant + part of the valley. “We ought to have both sides of the valley. Your + lordship will have to consider whether you can devote the two hundred + thousand pounds of the second and extinct trust to a better purpose than + in obtaining that estate.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair had always destined that particular sum for the cathedral, the + raising of which was to have been the first achievement of his majority; + but he did not reply. + </p> + <p> + In a few days the guests began to arrive, but gradually. The duke and + duchess and Lady Corisande came the first, and were one day alone with + Lothair, for Mr. Putney Giles had departed to fetch Apollonia. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was unaffectedly gratified at not only receiving his friends at + his own castle, but under these circumstances of intimacy. They had been + the first persons who had been kind to him, and he really loved the whole + family. They arrived rather late, but he would show them to their rooms—and + they were choice ones—himself, and then they dined together in the + small green dining-room. Nothing could be more graceful or more cordial + than the whole affair. The duchess seemed to beam with affectionate + pleasure as Lothair fulfilled his duties as their host; the duke praised + the claret, and he seldom praised any thing; while Lady Corisande only + regretted that the impending twilight had prevented her from seeing the + beautiful country, and expressed lively interest in the morrow’s + inspection of the castle and domain. Sometimes her eyes met those of + Lothair, and she was so happy that she unconsciously smiled. + </p> + <p> + “And-to-morrow,” said Lothair, “I am delighted to say, we shall have to + ourselves; at least all the morning. We will see the castle first, and + then, after luncheon, we will drive about everywhere.” + </p> + <p> + “Everywhere,” said Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “It was very nice your asking us first, and alone,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “It was very nice in your coming, dear duchess,” said Lothair, “and most + kind—as you ever are to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Duke of Brecon is coming to you on Thursday,” said the duke; “he told me + so at White’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you would like to know, duchess, whom you are going to meet,” + said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I should much like to hear. Pray tell us.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a rather formidable array,” said Lothair, and he took out a paper. + “First, there are all the notables of the county. I do not know any of + them personally, so I wrote to each of them a letter, as well as sending + them a formal invitation. I thought that was right.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite right,” said the duchess. “Nothing could be more proper.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, the first person, of course, is the lord-lieutenant. He is coming.” + </p> + <p> + “By-the-by, let me see, who is your lord-lieutenant?” said the duke. + </p> + <p> + “Lord Agramont.” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure. I was at college with him; a very good fellow; but I have + never met him since, except once at Boodle’s; and I never saw a man so red + and gray, and I remember him such a good-looking fellow! He must have + lived immensely in the country, and never thought of his person,” said the + duke in a tone of pity, and playing with his mustache. + </p> + <p> + “Is there a Lady Agramont?” inquired the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes! and she also honors me with her presence,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “And who was Lady Agramont?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! his cousin,” said the duke. “The Agramonts always marry their + cousins. His father did the same thing. They are so shy. It is a family + that never was in society, and never will be. I was at Agramont Castle + once when I was at college, and I never shall forget it. We used to sit + down forty or fifty every day to dinner, entirely maiden aunts and + clergymen, and that sort of thing. However, I shall be truly glad to see + Agramont again, for, notwithstanding all these disadvantages, he is a + thoroughly good fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “Then there is the high-sheriff,” continued Lothair; “and both the county + members and their wives; and Mrs. High-Sheriff too. I believe there is + some tremendous question respecting the precedency of this lady. There is + no doubt that, in the county, the high-sheriff takes precedence of every + one, even of the lord-lieutenant; but how about his wife? Perhaps your + grace could aid me? Mr. Putney Giles said he would write about it to the + Heralds’ College.” + </p> + <p> + “I should give her the benefit of any doubt,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “And then our bishop is coming;” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I am so glad you have asked the bishop,” said Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “There could be no doubt about it,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I do not know how his lordship will get on with one of my guardians, the + cardinal; but his eminence is not here in a priestly character; and, as + for that, there is less chance of his differing with the cardinal than + with my other guardian Lord Culloden, who is a member of the Free Kirk.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Lord Culloden coming?” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and with two daughters, Flora and Grizell. I remember my cousins, + good-natured little girls; but Mr. Putney Giles tells me that the shortest + is six feet high.” + </p> + <p> + “I think we shall have a very amusing party,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “You know all the others,” said Lothair. “No, by-the-by, there is the dean + of my college coming, and Monsignore Catesby, a great friend of the St. + Jeromes.” + </p> + <p> + Lady Corisande looked grave. + </p> + <p> + “The St. Jeromes will be here to-morrow,” continued Lothair, “and the + Montairys and the St. Aldegondes. I have half an idea that Bertram and + Carisbrooke and Hugo Bohun will be here to-night—Duke of Brecon on + Thursday; and that, I think, is all, except an American lady and + gentleman, whom, I think, you will like—great friends of mine; I + knew them this year at Oxford, and the were very kind to me. He is a man + of considerable fortune; they have lived at Paris a good deal.” + </p> + <p> + “I have known Americans who lived at Paris,” said the duke; “very good + sort of people, and no end of money some of them.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe Colonel Campian has large estates in the South,” said Lothair; + “but, though really I have no right to speak of his affairs, he must have + suffered very much.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he has the consolation of suffering in a good cause,” said the + duke. “I shall be happy to make his acquaintance. I look upon an American + gentleman with large estates in the South as a real aristocrat; and; + whether he gets his rents, or whatever his returns may be, or not, I + should always treat him with respect.” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard the American women are very pretty,” said Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Campian is very distinguished,” said Lothair; “but I think she was + an Italian.” + </p> + <p> + “They promise to be an interesting addition to our party,” said the + duchess, and she rose. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0040" id="link2HCH0040"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 40 + </h2> + <p> + There never was any thing so successful as the arrangements of the next + day. After breakfast they inspected the castle, and in the easiest manner, + without form and without hurry, resting occasionally in a gallery or a + saloon, never examining a cabinet, and only looking at a picture now and + then. Generally speaking, nothing is more fatiguing than the survey of a + great house; but this enterprise was conducted with so much tact and + consideration, and much which they had to see was so beautiful and novel, + that every one was interested, and remained quite fresh for their + subsequent exertions. “And then the duke is so much amused,” said the + duchess to her daughter, delighted at the unusual excitement of the + handsome, but somewhat too serene, partner of her life. + </p> + <p> + After luncheon they visited the gardens, which had been formed in a sylvan + valley, enclosed with gilded gates. The creator of this paradise had been + favored by Nature, and had availed himself of this opportunity. The + contrast between the parterres, blazing with color, and the sylvan + background, the undulating paths over romantic heights, the fanes and the + fountains, the glittering statues, and the Babylonian terraces, formed a + whole, much of which was beautiful, and all of which was striking and + singular. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps too many temples,” said Lothair; “but this ancestor of mine had + some imagination.” + </p> + <p> + A carriage met them on the other side of the valley, and then they soon + entered the park. + </p> + <p> + “I am almost as much a stranger here as yourself, dear duchess,” said + Lothair; “but I have seen some parts which, I think, will please you.” And + they commenced a drive of varying, but unceasing, beauty. + </p> + <p> + “I hope I see the wild-cattle,” said Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + Lady Corisande saw the wild-cattle, and many other things, which gratified + and charmed her. It was a long drive, even of hours, and yet no one was, + for a moment, wearied. + </p> + <p> + “What a delightful day!” Lady Corisande exclaimed in her mother’s + dressing-room. “I have never seen any place so beautiful.” + </p> + <p> + “I agree with you,” said the duchess; “but what pleases me most are his + manners. They were always kind and natural; but they are so polished—so + exactly what they ought to be; and he always says the right thing. I never + knew any one who had so matured.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it is very little more than a year since he came to us at Brentham,” + said Lady Corisande, thoughtfully. “Certainly he has greatly changed. I + remember he could hardly open his lips; and now I think him very + agreeable.” + </p> + <p> + “He is more than that,” said the duchess; “he is interesting.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Lady Corisande; “he is interesting.” + </p> + <p> + “What delights me,” said the duchess, “is to see his enjoyment of his + position. He seems to take such an interest in every thing. It makes me + happy to see him so happy.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hardly know,” said Lady Corisande, “about that. There is + something occasionally about his expression which I should hardly describe + as indicative of happiness or content. It would be ungrateful to describe + one as distrait, who seems to watch all one wants, and hangs on every + word; and yet—especially as we returned, and when we were all of us + a little silent—there was a remarkable abstraction about him; I + caught it once or twice before, earlier in the day; his mind seemed in + another place, and anxiously.” + </p> + <p> + “He has a great deal to think of,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “I fear it is that dreadful Monsignore Catesby,” said Lady Corisande, with + a sigh. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0041" id="link2HCH0041"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 41 + </h2> + <p> + The arrival of the guests was arranged with judgment. The personal friends + came first; the formal visitors were invited only for the day before the + public ceremonies commenced. No more dinners in small green dining-rooms. + While the duchess was dressing, Bertha St. Aldegonde and Victoria + Montairy, who had just arrived, came in to give her a rapid embrace while + their own toilets were unpacking. + </p> + <p> + “Granville, has come, mamma; I did not think that he would till the last + moment. He said he was so afraid of being bored. There is a large party by + this train; the St. Jeromes, Bertram, Mr. Bohun, Lord Carisbrooke, and + some others we do not know.” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal had been expected to-day, but he had telegraphed that his + arrival must be postponed in consequence: of business until the morrow, + which day had been previously fixed for the arrival of his fellow guardian + and trustee, the Earl of Culloden, and his daughters, the Ladies Flora and + Grizell Falkirk. Monsignore Catesby had, however, arrived by this train, + and the persons “whom they did not know,” the Campians. + </p> + <p> + Lothair waited on Colonel Campian immediately and welcomed him, but he did + not see Theodora. Still he had inquired after her, and left her a message, + and hoped that she would take some tea; and thus, as he flattered himself, + broken a little the strangeness of their meeting under his roof; but, + notwithstanding all this, when she really entered the drawing-room he was + seized with such a palpitation of the heart that for a moment he thought + he should be unequal to the situation. But the serenity of Theodora + reassured him. The Campians came in late, and all eyes were upon them. + Lothair presented Theodora to the duchess, who, being prepared for the + occasion, said exactly the right thing in the best manner, and invited + Mrs. Campian to sit by her, and then, Theodora being launched, Lothair + whispered something to the duke, who nodded, and the colonel was + introduced to his grace. The duke, always polite but generally cold, was + more than courteous—he was cordial; he seemed to enjoy the + opportunity of expressing his high consideration for a gentleman of the + Southern States. + </p> + <p> + So the first step was over; Lothair recovered himself; the palpitation + subsided; and the world still went on. The Campians had made a good start, + and the favorable impression hourly increased. At dinner Theodora sat + between Lord St. Jerome and Bertram, and talked more to the middle-aged + peer than to the distinguished youth, who would willingly have engrossed + her attention. All mothers admire such discretion, especially in a young + and beautiful married woman, so the verdict of the evening among the great + ladies was, that Theodora was distinguished, and that all she said or did + was in good taste. On the plea of her being a foreigner, she was at once + admitted into a certain degree of social intimacy. Had she had the + misfortune of being native-born and had flirted with Bertram, she would + probably, particularly with so much beauty, have been looked upon as “a + horrid woman,” and have been relegated for amusement, during her visit, to + the attentions of the dark sex. But, strange to say, the social success of + Colonel Campian was not less eminent than that of his distinguished wife. + The character which the duke gave of him commanded universal sympathy. + “You know he is a gentleman,” said the duke; “he is not a Yankee. People + make the greatest mistakes about these things. He is a gentleman of the + South; they have no property, but land; and I am told his territory was + immense. He always lived at Paris, and in the highest style—disgusted, + of course, with his own country. It is not unlikely he may have lost his + estates now; but that makes no difference to me. I shall treat him, and + all Southern gentlemen, as our fathers treated the emigrant nobility of + France.” + </p> + <p> + “Hugo,” said St. Aldegonde to Mr. Bohun, “I wish you would tell Bertha to + come to me. I want her. She is talking to a lot of women at the other end + of the room, and, if I go to her, I am afraid they will get hold of me.” + </p> + <p> + The future duchess, who lived only to humor her lord, was at his side in + an instant. “You wanted me, Granville?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; you know I was afraid, Bertha, I should be bored here. I am not + bored. I like this American fellow. He understands the only two subjects + which interest me; horses and tobacco.” + </p> + <p> + “I am charmed, Granville, that you are not bored; I told mamma that you + were very much afraid you would be.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but I tell you what, Bertha, I cannot stand any of the ceremonies. I + shall go before they begin. Why cannot Lothair be content with receiving + his friends in a quiet way? It is all humbug about the county. If he wants + to do something for the county, he can build a wing to the infirmary, or + something of that sort, and not bore us with speeches and fireworks. It is + a sort of thing I cannot stand.” + </p> + <p> + “And you shall not, dear Granville. The moment you are bored, you shall + go. Only you are not bored at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at present; but I expected to be.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; so I told mamma; but that makes the present more delightful.” + </p> + <p> + The St. Jeromes were going to Italy and immediately. Their departure had + only been postponed in order that they might be present at the majority of + Lothair. Miss Arundel had at length succeeded in her great object. They + were to pass the winter at Rome. Lord St. Jerome was quite pleased at + having made the acquaintance at dinner of a Roman lady, who spoke English + so perfectly; and Lady St. Jerome, who in consequence fastened upon + Theodora, was getting into ecstasies, which would have been embarrassing + had not her new acquaintance skilfully checked her. + </p> + <p> + “We must be satisfied that we both admire Rome,” said Mrs. Campian, + “though we admire it for different reasons. Although a Roman, I am not a + Roman Catholic; and Colonel Campian’s views on Italian affairs generally + would, I fear, not entirely agree with Lord St. Jerome’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Naturally,” said Lady St. Jerome, gracefully dropping the subject, and + remembering that Colonel Campian was a citizen of the United States, which + accounted in her apprehension for his peculiar opinions. + </p> + <p> + Lothair, who had been watching his opportunity the whole evening, + approached Theodora. He meant to have expressed his hope that she was not + wearied by her journey, but instead of that he said, “Your presence here + makes me inexpressibly happy.” + </p> + <p> + “I think everybody seems happy to be your guest,” she replied, parrying, + as was her custom, with a slight kind smile, and a low, sweet, + unembarrassed voice, any personal allusion from Lothair of unusual energy + or ardor. + </p> + <p> + “I wanted to meet you at the station to-day,” he continued, “but there + were so many people coming, that—” and he hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “It would really have been more embarrassing to us than to yourself,” she + said. “Nothing could be better than all the arrangements.” + </p> + <p> + “I sent my own brougham to you,” said Lothair. “I hope there was no + mistake about it.” + </p> + <p> + “None: your servant gave us your kind message; and as for the carriage, it + was too delightful. Colonel Campian was so; pleased with it, that he has + promised to give me one, with your permission, exactly the same.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you would accept the one you used to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “You are too magnificent; you really must try to forget, with us, that you + are the lord of Muriel Towers. But I will willingly use your carriages as + much as you please, for I caught glimpses of beauty to-day in our progress + from the station that made me anxious to explore your delightful domain.” + </p> + <p> + There was a slight burst of merriment from a distant part of the room, and + everybody looked around. Colonel Campian had been telling a story to a + group formed of the duke, St. Aldegonde, and Mr. Bohun. + </p> + <p> + “Best story I ever heard In my life,” exclaimed St. Aldegonde, who prided + himself, when he did laugh, which was rare, on laughing loud. But even the + duke tittered, and Hugo Bohun smiled. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to see the colonel get on so well with every one,” said + Lothair; “I was afraid he might have been bored.” + </p> + <p> + “He does not know what that means,” said Theodora; “and he is so natural + and so sweet-tempered, and so intelligent, that it seems to me he always + is popular.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think that will be a match?” said Monsignore Catesby to Miss + Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I rather believe in the Duke of Brecon,” she replied. They were + referring to Lord Carisbrooke, who appeared to be devoted to Lady + Corisande. “Do you admire the American lady?” + </p> + <p> + “Who is an Italian, they tell me, though she does not look like one. What + do you think of her?” said the monsignore, evading, as was his custom, a + direct reply. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I think she is very distinguished: unusual. I wonder where our host + became acquainted with them? Do you know?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet: but I dare say Mr. Bohun can tell us;” and he addressed that + gentleman accordingly as he was passing by. + </p> + <p> + “Not the most remote idea,” said Mr. Bohun. “You know the colonel is not a + Yankee; he is a tremendous swell. The duke says, with more land than he + has.” + </p> + <p> + “He seems an agreeable person,” said Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “Well, he tell anecdotes; he has just been telling one; Granville likes + anecdotes; they amuse him, and he likes to be amused: that is all he cares + about. I hate anecdotes, and I always get away when conversation falls + into, what Pinto calls, its anecdotage.” + </p> + <p> + “You do not like to be amused?” + </p> + <p> + “Not too much; I like to be interested.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Miss Arundel, “so long as a person can talk agreeably, I am + satisfied. I think to talk well a rare gift; quite as rare as singing; and + yet you expect every one to be able to talk, and very few to be able to + sing.” + </p> + <p> + “There are amusing people who do not interest,” said the monsignore, “and + interesting people who do not amuse. What I like is an agreeable person.” + </p> + <p> + “My idea of an agreeable person,” said Hugo Bohun, “is a person who agrees + with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Talking of singing, something is going to happen,” said Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + A note was heard; a celebrated professor had entered the room and was + seated at the piano, which he had just touched. There was a general and + unconscious hush, and the countenance of Lord St. Aldegonde wore a rueful + expression. But affairs turned out better than could be anticipated. A + young and pretty girl, dressed in white, with a gigantic sash of dazzling + beauty, played upon the violin with a grace, and sentimental and + marvellous skill, and passionate expression, worthy of St. Cecilia. She + was a Hungarian lady, and this was her English debut. Everybody praised + her, and every body was pleased; and Lord St. Aldegonde, instead of being + bored, took a wondrous rose out of his button-hole and presented it to + her. + </p> + <p> + The performance only lasted half an hour, and then the ladies began to + think of their bowers. Lady St. Aldegonde, before she quit the room, was + in earnest conversation with her lord. + </p> + <p> + “I have arranged all that you wished, Granville,” she said, speaking + rapidly and holding a candlestick. “We are to see the castle to-morrow, + and the gardens and the parks and every thing else, but you are not to be + bored at all, and not to lose your shooting. The moors are sixteen miles + off, but our host says, with an omnibus and a good team—and he will + give you a first-rate one—you can do it in an hour and ten minutes, + certainly an hour and a quarter; and you are to make your own party in the + smoking-room to-night, and take a capital luncheon with you.” + </p> + <p> + “All right: I shall ask the Yankee; and I should like to take that + Hungarian girl too, if she would only fiddle to us at luncheon.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0042" id="link2HCH0042"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 42 + </h2> + <p> + Next day the cardinal, with his secretary and his chaplain, arrived. + Monsignore Catesby received his eminence at the station and knelt and + kissed his hand as he stepped from the carriage. The monsignore had + wonderfully manoeuvred that the whole of the household should have been + marshalled to receive this prince of the Church, and perhaps have + performed the same ceremony: no religious recognition, he assured them, in + the least degree involved, only an act of not unusual respect to a foreign + prince; but considering that the bishop of the diocese and his suite were + that day expected, to say nothing of the Presbyterian guardian, probably + arriving by the same train, Lothair would not be persuaded to sanction any + ceremony whatever. Lady St. Jerome and Miss Arundel, however, did their + best to compensate for this omission with reverences which a + posture-master might have envied, and certainly would not have surpassed. + They seemed to sink into the earth, and then slowly and supernaturally to + emerge. The bishop had been at college with the cardinal and intimate with + him, though they now met for the first time since his secession—a + not uninteresting rencounter. The bishop was high-church, and would not + himself have made a bad cardinal, being polished and plausible, + well-lettered, yet quite a man of the world. He was fond of society, and + justified his taste in this respect by the flattering belief that by his + presence he was extending the power of the Church; certainly favoring an + ambition which could not be described as being moderate. The bishop had no + abstract prejudice against gentlemen who wore red hats, and under ordinary + circumstances would have welcomed his brother churchman with unaffected + cordiality, not to say sympathy; but in the present instance, however + gracious his mien and honeyed his expressions, he only looked upon the + cardinal as a dangerous rival, intent upon clutching from his fold the + most precious of his flock, and he had long looked to this occasion as the + one which might decide the spiritual welfare and career of Lothair. The + odds were not to be despised. There were two monsignores in the room + besides the cardinal, but the bishop was a man of contrivance and + resolution, not easily disheartened or defeated. Nor was he without + allies. He did not count much on the university don, who was to arrive on + the morrow in the shape of the head of an Oxford house, though he was a + don of magnitude. This eminent personage had already let Lothair slip from + his influence. But the bishop had a subtle counsellor in his chaplain, who + wore as good a cassock as any monsignore, and he brought with him also a + trusty archdeacon in a purple coat, whose countenance was quite entitled + to a place in the Acta Sanctorum. + </p> + <p> + It was amusing to observe the elaborate courtesy and more than Christian + kindness which the rival prelates and their official followers extended to + each other. But under all this unction on both sides were unceasing + observation, and a vigilance that never flagged; and on both sides there + was an uneasy but irresistible conviction that they were on the eve of one + of the decisive battles of the social world. Lord Culloden also at length + appeared with his daughters, Ladies Flora and Grizell. They were quite as + tall as Mr. Putney Giles had reported, but very pretty, with radiant + complexions, sunny blue eyes, and flaxen looks. Their dimples and white + shoulders and small feet and hands were much admired. Mr. Giles also + returned with Apollonia, and, at length, also appeared the rival of Lord + Carisbrooke, his grace of Brecon. + </p> + <p> + Lothair had passed a happy morning, for he had contrived, without + difficulty, to be the companion of Theodora during the greater part of it. + As the duchess and Lady Corisande had already inspected the castle, they + disappeared after breakfast to write letters; and, when the after-luncheon + expedition took place, Lothair allotted them to the care of Lord + Carisbrooke, and himself became the companion of Lady St. Jerome and + Theodora. + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding all his efforts in the smoking-room, St. Aldegonde had + only been able to induce Colonel Campian to be his companion in the + shooting expedition, and the colonel fell into the lure only through his + carelessness and good-nature. He much doubted the discretion of his + decision as he listened to Lord St. Aldegonde’s reasons for the + expedition, in their rapid journey to the moors. + </p> + <p> + “I do not suppose,” he said, “we shall have any good sport; but when you + are in Scotland, and come to me, as I hope you will, I will give you + something you will like. But it is a great thing to get off seeing the + Towers, and the gardens, and all that sort of thing. Nothing bores me so + much as going over a man’s house. Besides, we get rid of the women.” + </p> + <p> + The meeting between the two guardians did not promise to be as pleasant as + that between the bishop and the cardinal, but the crusty Lord Culloden was + scarcely a match for the social dexterity of his eminence. The cardinal, + crossing the room, with winning ceremony approached and addressed his + colleague. + </p> + <p> + “We can have no more controversies, my lord, for our reign is over;” and + he extended a delicate hand, which the surprised peer touched with a huge + finger. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it all depends on himself now,” replied Lord Culloden, with a grim + smile; “and I hope he will not make a fool of himself.” + </p> + <p> + “What have you got for us to-night?” inquired Lothair of Mr. Giles, as the + gentlemen rose from the dining-table. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Giles said he would consult his wife, but Lothair observing he would + himself undertake that office, when he entered the saloon, addressed + Apollonia. Nothing could be more skilful than the manner in which Mrs. + Giles, in this party, assumed precisely the position which equally became + her and suited her own views; at the same time the somewhat humble friend, + but the trusted counsellor, of the Towers, she disarmed envy and + conciliated consideration. Never obtrusive, yet always prompt and prepared + with unfailing resource, and gifted apparently, with universal talents, + she soon became the recognized medium by which every thing was suggested + or arranged; and before eight-and-forty hours had passed she was described + by duchesses and their daughters as that “dear Mrs. Giles.” + </p> + <p> + “Monsieur Raphael and his sister came down in the train with us,” said + Mrs. Giles to Lothair; “the rest of the troupe will not be here until + to-morrow; but they told me they could give you a perfect proverbe if your + lordship would like it; and the Spanish conjuror is here; but I rather + think, from what I gather, that the young ladies would like a dance.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not much fancy acting the moment these great churchmen have arrived, + and with cardinals and bishops I would rather not have dances the + first-night. I almost wish we had kept the Hungarian lady for this + evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I send for her? She is ready.” + </p> + <p> + “The repetition would be too soon, and would show a great poverty of + resources,” said Lothair, smiling; “what we want is some singing.” + </p> + <p> + “Mardoni ought to have been here to-day,” said Mrs. Giles; “but he never + keeps his engagements.” + </p> + <p> + “I think our amateur materials are rather rich,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “There is Mrs. Campian,” said Apollonia in a low voice; but Lothair shook + his head. + </p> + <p> + “But, perhaps, if others set her the example,” he added, after a pause; + “Lady Corisande is first rate, and all her sisters sing; I will go and + consult the duchess.” + </p> + <p> + There was soon a stir in the room. Lady St. Aldegonde and her sisters + approached the piano, at which was seated the eminent professor. A note + was heard, and there was silence. The execution was exquisite; and, + indeed, there are few things more dainty than the blended voices of three + women. No one seemed to appreciate the performance more than Mrs. Campian, + who, greatly attracted by what was taking place, turned a careless ear, + even to the honeyed sentences of no less a personage than the lord-bishop. + </p> + <p> + After an interval Lady Corisande was handed to the piano by Lothair. She + was in fine voice, and sang with wonderful effect. Mrs. Campian, who + seemed much interested, softly rose, and stole to the outward circle of + the group which had gathered round the instrument. When the sounds had + ceased, amid the general applause her voice of admiration was heard. The + duchess approached her, evidently prompted by the general wish, and + expressed her hope that Mrs. Campian would now favor them. It was not + becoming to refuse when others had contributed so freely to the general + entertainment, but Theodora was anxious not to place herself in + competition with those who had preceded her. Looking over a volume of + music, she suggested to Lady Corisande a duet, in which the peculiarities + of their two voices, which in character were quite different, one being a + soprano and the other a contralto, might be displayed. And very seldom, in + a private chamber, had any thing of so high a class been heard. Not a lip + moved except those of the singers, so complete was the fascination, till + the conclusion elicited a burst of irresistible applause. + </p> + <p> + “In imagination I am throwing endless bouquets,” said Hugo Bohun. + </p> + <p> + “I wish we could induce her to give us a recitation from Alfieri,” said + Mrs. Putney Giles in a whisper to Lady St. Aldegonde. “I heard it once: it + was the finest thing I ever listened to.” + </p> + <p> + “But cannot we?” said Lady St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + Apollonia shook her head. “She is extremely reserved. I am quite surprised + that she sang; but she could not well refuse after your ladyship and your + sisters had been so kind.” + </p> + <p> + “But if the Lord of the Towers asks her,” suggested Lady St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said Mrs. Giles, “that would not do; nor would he. He knows she + dislikes it. A word from Colonel Campian, and the thing would be settled; + but it is rather absurd to invoke the authority of a husband for so light + a matter.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like so much to hear her,” said Lady St. Aldegonde. “I think I + will ask her myself. I will go and speak to mamma.” + </p> + <p> + There was much whispering and consulting in the room, but unnoticed, as + general conversation had now been resumed. The duchess sent for Lothair, + and conferred with him; but Lothair seemed to shake his head. Then her + grace rose and approached Colonel Campian, who was talking to Lord + Culloden, and then the duchess and Lady St. Aldegonde went to Mrs. + Campian. Then, after a short time, Lady St. Aldegonde rose and fetched + Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Her grace tells me,” said Theodora, “that Colonel Campian wishes me to + give a recitation. I cannot believe that such a performance can ever be + generally interesting, especially in a foreign language, and I confess + that I would rather not exhibit. But I do not like to be churlish when all + are so amiable and compliant, and her grace tells me that it cannot well + be postponed, for this is the last quiet night we shall have. What I want + is a screen, and I must be a moment alone, before I venture on these + enterprises. I require it to create the ideal presence.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair and Bertram arranged the screen, the duchess and Lady St. + Aldegonde glided about, and tranquilly intimated what was going to occur, + so that, without effort, there was in a moment complete silence and + general expectation. Almost unnoticed Mrs. Campian had disappeared, + whispering a word as she passed to the eminent conductor, who was still + seated at the piano. The company had almost unconsciously grouped + themselves in the form of a theatre, the gentlemen generally standing + behind the ladies who were seated. There were some bars of solemn music, + and then, to an audience not less nervous than herself, Theodora came + forward as Electra in that beautiful appeal to Clytemnestra, where she + veils her mother’s guilt even while she intimates her more than terrible + suspicion of its existence, and makes one last desperate appeal of + pathetic duty in order to save her parent and her fated house: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “O amata madre, + Che fai? Non credo io, no, che ardente fiamma + Il cor ti avvampi.” + </pre> + <p> + The ineffable grace of her action, simple without redundancy, her + exquisite elocution, her deep yet controlled passion, and the magic of a + voice thrilling even in a whisper—this form of Phidias with the + genius of Sophocles—entirely enraptured a fastidious audience. When + she ceased, there was an outburst of profound and unaffected appreciation; + and Lord St. Aldegonde, who had listened in a sort of ecstasy, rushed + forward, with a countenance as serious as the theme, to offer his thanks + and express his admiration. + </p> + <p> + And then they gathered round her—all these charming women and some + of these admiring men—as she would have resumed her seat, and + entreated her once more—only once more—to favor them. She + caught the adoring glance of the lord of the Towers, and her eyes seemed + to inquire what she should do. “There will be many strangers here + to-morrow,” said Lothair, “and next week all the world. This is a delight + only for the initiated,” and he entreated her to gratify them. + </p> + <p> + “It shall be Alfieri’s ode to America, then,” said Theodora, “if you + please.” + </p> + <p> + “She is a Roman, I believe,” said Lady St. Jerome to his eminence, “but + not, alas! a child of the Church. Indeed, I fear her views generally are + advanced,” and she shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “At present,” said the cardinal, “this roof and this visit may influence + her. I should like to see such powers engaged in the cause of God.” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal was an entire believer in female influence, and a + considerable believer in his influence over females; and he had good cause + for his convictions. The catalogue of his proselytes was numerous and + distinguished. He had not only converted a duchess and several countesses, + but he had gathered into his fold a real Mary Magdalen. In the height of + her beauty and her fame, the most distinguished member of the demi-monde + had suddenly thrown up her golden whip and jingling reins, and cast + herself at the feet of the cardinal. He had a right, therefore, to be + confident; and, while his exquisite taste and consummate cultivation + rendered it impossible that he should not have been deeply gratified by + the performance of Theodora, he was really the whole time considering the + best means by which such charms and powers could be enlisted in the cause + of the Church. + </p> + <p> + After the ladies had retired, the gentlemen talked for a few minutes over + the interesting occurrence of the evening. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know,” said the bishop to the duke and some surrounding auditors, + “fine as was the Electra, I preferred the ode to the tragedy? There was a + tumult of her brow, especially in the address to Liberty, that was sublime—quite + a Moenad look.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you think of it, Carry?” said St. Aldegonde to Lord Carisbrooke. + </p> + <p> + “Brecon says she puts him in mind of Ristori.” + </p> + <p> + “She is not in the least like Ristori, or any one else,” said St. + Aldegonde. “I never heard, I never saw any one like her. I’ll tell you + what—you must take care what you say about her in the smoking-room, + for her husband will be there, and an excellent fellow too. We went + together to the moors this morning, and he did not bore me in the least. + Only, if I had known as much about his wife as I do now, I would have + stayed at home, and passed my morning with the women.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0043" id="link2HCH0043"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 43 + </h2> + <p> + St. Aldegonde loved to preside over the mysteries of the smoking-room. + There, enveloped in his Egyptian robe, occasionally blurting out some + careless or headstrong paradox to provoke discussion among others, which + would amuse himself, rioting in a Rabelaisan anecdote, and listening with + critical delight to endless memoirs of horses and prima-donnas, St. + Aldegonde was never bored. Sometimes, too, when he could get hold of an + eminent traveller, or some individual distinguished for special knowledge, + St. Aldegonde would draw him out with skill; himself displaying an + acquaintance with the particular topic which often surprised his habitual + companions, for St. Aldegonde professed never to read; but he had no + ordinary abilities, and an original turn of mind and habit of life, which + threw him in the way of unusual persons of all classes; from whom he + imbibed or extracted a vast variety of queer, always amusing, and not + altogether useless information. + </p> + <p> + “Lothair has only one weakness,” he said to Colonel Campian as the ladies + disappeared; “he does not smoke. Carry, you will come?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I do not think I shall to-night,” said Lord Carisbrooke. Lady + Corisande, it appears, particularly disapproved of smoking. + </p> + <p> + “Hum!” said St. Aldegonde; “Duke of Brecon, I know, will come, and Hugo + and Bertram. My brother Montairy would give his ears to come, but is + afraid of his wife; and then there is the monsignore, a most capital + fellow, who knows every thing.” + </p> + <p> + There were other gatherings, before the midnight bell struck at the + Towers, which discussed important affairs, though they might not sit so + late as the smoking-party. Lady St. Aldegonde had a reception in her room + as well as her lord. There the silent observation of the evening found + avenging expression in sparkling criticism, and the summer lightning, + though it generally blazed with harmless brilliancy, occasionally assumed + a more arrowy character. The gentlemen of the smoking-room have it not all + their own way quite as much as they think. If, indeed, a new school of + Athens were to be pictured, the sages and the students might be + represented in exquisite dressing-gowns, with slippers rarer than the lost + one of Cinderella, and brandishing beautiful brushes over tresses still + more fair. Then is the time when characters are never more finely drawn, + or difficult social questions more accurately solved; knowledge without + reasoning and truth without logic—the triumph of intuition! But we + must not profane the mysteries of Bona Dea. + </p> + <p> + The archdeacon and the chaplain had also been in council with the bishop + in his dressing-room, who, while he dismissed them with his benison, + repeated his apparently satisfactory assurance that something would happen + “the first thing after breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair did not smoke, but he did not sleep. He was absorbed by the + thought of Theodora. He could not but be conscious, and so far he was + pleased by the consciousness, that she was as fascinating to others as to + himself. What then? Even with the splendid novelty of his majestic home, + and all the excitement of such an incident in his life, and the immediate + prospect of their again meeting, he had felt, and even acutely, their + separation. Whether it were the admiration of her by others which proved + his own just appreciation, or whether it were the unobtrusive display of + exquisite accomplishments, which, with all their intimacy, she had never + forced on his notice—whatever the cause, her hold upon his heart and + life, powerful as it was before, had strengthened. Lothair could not + conceive existence tolerable without her constant presence; and with her + constant presence existence would be rapture. It had come to that. All his + musings, all his profound investigation and high resolve, all his sublime + speculations on God and man, and life, and immortality, and the origin of + things, and religious truth, ended in an engrossing state of feeling, + which could be denoted in that form and in no other. + </p> + <p> + What, then, was his future? It seemed dark and distressing. Her constant + presence his only happiness; her constant presence impossible. He seemed + on an abyss. + </p> + <p> + In eight-and-forty hours or so one of the chief provinces of England would + be blazing with the celebration of his legal accession to his high estate. + If any one in the queen’s dominions had to be fixed upon as the most + fortunate and happiest of her subjects, it might well be Lothair. If + happiness depend on lofty station, his ancient and hereditary rank was of + the highest; if, as there seems no doubt, the chief source of felicity in + this country is wealth, his vast possessions and accumulated treasure + could not easily be rivalled, while he had a matchless advantage over + those who pass, or waste, their gray and withered lives in acquiring + millions, in his consummate and healthy youth. He had bright abilities, + and a brighter heart. And yet the unknown truth was, that this favored + being, on the eve of this critical event, was pacing his chamber agitated + and infinitely disquieted, and struggling with circumstances and feelings + over which alike he seemed to have no control, and which seemed to have + been evoked without the exercise of his own will, or that of any other + person. + </p> + <p> + “I do not think I can blame myself,” he said; “and I am sure I cannot + blame her. And yet—” + </p> + <p> + He opened his window and looked upon the moonlit garden, which filled the + fanciful quadrangle. The light of the fountain seemed to fascinate his + eye, and the music of its fall soothed him into reverie. The distressful + images that had gathered round his heart gradually vanished, and all that + remained to him was the reality of his happiness. Her beauty and her + grace, the sweet stillness of her searching intellect, and the refined + pathos of her disposition, only occurred to him, and he dwelt on them with + spell-bound joy. + </p> + <p> + The great clock of the Towers sounded two. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Lothair, “I must try to sleep. I have got to see the bishop + to-morrow morning. I wonder what he wants?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0044" id="link2HCH0044"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 44 + </h2> + <p> + The bishop was particularly playful on the morrow at breakfast. Though his + face beamed with Christian kindness, there was a twinkle in his eye which + seemed not entirely superior to mundane self-complacency, even to a sense + of earthly merriment. His seraphic raillery elicited sympathetic applause + from the ladies, especially from the daughters of the house of Brentham, + who laughed occasionally, even before his angelic jokes were well + launched. His lambent flashes sometimes even played over the cardinal, + whose cerulean armor, nevertheless, remained always unscathed. Monsignore + Chidioch, however, who would once unnecessarily rush to the aid of his + chief, was tumbled over by the bishop with relentless gayety, to the + infinite delight of Lady Corisande, who only wished it had been that + dreadful Monsignore Catesby. But, though less demonstrative, apparently + not the least devout, of his lordship’s votaries, were the Lady Flora and + the Lady Grizell. These young gentlewomen, though apparently gifted with + appetites becoming their ample, but far from graceless, forms, contrived + to satisfy all the wants of nature without taking their charmed vision for + a moment off the prelate, or losing a word which escaped his consecrated + lips. Sometimes even they ventured to smile, and then they looked at their + father and sighed. It was evident, notwithstanding their appetites and + their splendid complexions, which would have become the Aurora of Guido, + that these young ladies had some secret sorrow which required a + confidante. Their visit to Muriel Towers was their introduction to + society, for the eldest had only just attained sweet seventeen. Young + ladies under these circumstances always fall in love, but with their own + sex. Lady Flora and Lady Grizell both fell in love with Lady Corisande, + and before the morning had passed away she had become their friend and + counsellor, and the object of their devoted adoration. It seems that their + secret sorrow had its origin in that mysterious religious sentiment which + agitates or affects every class and condition of man, and which creates or + destroys states, though philosophers are daily assuring us “that there is + nothing in it.” The daughters of the Earl of Culloden could not stand any + longer the Free Kirk, of which their austere parent was a fiery votary. It + seems that they had been secretly converted to the Episcopal Church of + Scotland by a governess, who pretended to be a daughter of the Covenant, + but who was really a niece of the primus, and, as Lord Culloden accurately + observed, when he ignominiously dismissed her, “a Jesuit in disguise.” + From that moment there had been no peace in his house. His handsome and + gigantic daughters, who had hitherto been all meekness, and who had obeyed + him as they would a tyrant father of the feudal ages, were resolute, and + would not compromise their souls. They humbly expressed their desire to + enter a convent, or to become at least sisters of mercy. Lord Culloden + raged and raved, and delivered himself of cynical taunts, but to no + purpose. The principle that forms Free Kirks is a strong principle, and + takes many forms, which the social Polyphemes, who have only one eye, + cannot perceive. In his desperate confusion, he thought that change of + scene might be a diversion when things were at the worst, and this was the + reason that he had, contrary to his original intention, accepted the + invitation of his ward. + </p> + <p> + Lady Corisande was exactly the guide the girls required. They sat on each + side of her, each holding her hand, which they frequently pressed to their + lips. As her form was slight, though of perfect grace and symmetry, the + contrast between herself and her worshippers was rather startling; but her + noble brow, full of thought and purpose, the firmness of her chiselled + lip, and the rich fire of her glance vindicated her post as the leading + spirit. + </p> + <p> + They breakfasted in a room which opened on a gallery, and at the other end + of the gallery was an apartment similar to the breakfast-room, which was + the male morning-room, and where the world could find the newspapers, or + join in half an hour’s talk over the intended arrangements of the day. + When the breakfast-party broke up, the bishop approached Lothair, and + looked at him earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “I am at your lordship’s service,” said Lothair, and they quitted the + breakfast-room together. Half-way down the gallery they met Monsignore + Catesby, who had in his hand a number, just arrived, of a newspaper which + was esteemed an Ultramontane organ. He bowed as he passed them, with an + air of some exultation, and the bishop and himself exchanged significant + smiles, which, however, meant different things. Quitting the gallery, + Lothair led the way to his private apartments; and, opening the door, + ushered in the bishop. + </p> + <p> + Now, what was contained in the Ultramontane organ which apparently + occasioned so much satisfaction to Monsignore Catesby? A deftly drawn-up + announcement of some important arrangements which had been deeply planned. + The announcement would be repeated In all the daily papers, which were + hourly expected. The world was informed that his eminence, Cardinal + Grandison, now on a visit at Muriel Towers to his ward, Lothair, would + celebrate high mass on the ensuing Sunday in the city which was the + episcopal capital of the bishop’s see, and afterward preach on the present + state of the Church of Christ. As the bishop must be absent from his + cathedral that day, and had promised to preach in the chapel at Muriel, + there was something dexterous in thus turning his lordship’s flank, and + desolating his diocese when he was not present to guard it from the fiery + dragon. It was also remarked that there would be an unusual gathering of + the Catholic aristocracy for the occasion. The rate of lodgings in the + city had risen in consequence. At the end of the paragraph it was + distinctly contradicted that Lothair had entered the Catholic Church. Such + a statement was declared to be “premature,” as his guardian, the cardinal, + would never sanction his taking such a step until he was the master of his + own actions; the general impression left by the whole paragraph being, + that the world was not to be astonished if the first stop of Lothair, on + accomplishing his majority, was to pursue the very course which was now + daintily described as premature. + </p> + <p> + At luncheon the whole party were again assembled. The newspapers had + arrived in the interval, and had been digested. Every one was aware of the + popish plot, as Hugo Bohun called it. The bishop, however, looked serene, + and, if not as elate as in the morning, calm and content. He sat by the + duchess, and spoke to her in a low voice, and with seriousness. The + monsignore watched every expression. + </p> + <p> + When the duchess rose, the bishop accompanied her into the recess of a + window, and she said: “You may depend upon me; I cannot answer for the + duke. It is not the early rising; he always rises early in the country, + but he likes to read his letters before he dresses, and that sort of + thing. I think you had better speak to Lady Corisande yourself.” + </p> + <p> + What had taken place at the interview of the bishop with Lothair, and what + had elicited from the duchess an assurance that the prelate might depend + upon her, generally transpired, in consequence of some confidential + communications, in the course of the afternoon. It appeared that the right + reverend lord had impressed, and successfully, on Lothair, the paramount + duty of commencing the day of his majority by assisting in an early + celebration of the most sacred rite of the Church. This, in the estimation + of the bishop, though he had not directly alluded to the subject in the + interview, but had urged the act on higher grounds, would be a triumphant + answer to the insidious and calumnious paragraphs which had circulated + during the last six months, and an authentic testimony that Lothair was + not going to quit the Church of his fathers. + </p> + <p> + This announcement, however, produced consternation in the opposite camp. + It seemed to more than neutralize the anticipated effect of the programme, + and the deftly-conceived paragraph. Monsignore Catesby went about + whispering that he feared Lothair was going to overdo it; and considering + what he had to go through on Monday, if it were only for considerations of + health, an early celebration was inexpedient. He tried the duchess—about + whom he was beginning to hover a good deal—as he fancied she was of + an impressible disposition, and gave some promise of results; but here the + ground had been too forcibly preoccupied: then he flew to Lady St. + Aldegonde, but he had the mortification of learning, from her lips, that + she herself contemplated being a communicant at the same time. Lady + Corisande had been before him. All the energies of that young lady were + put forth in order that Lothair should be countenanced on this solemn + occasion. She conveyed to the bishop before dinner the results of her + exertions. + </p> + <p> + “You may count on Alberta St. Aldegonde and Victoria Montairy, and, I + think, Lord Montairy also, if she presses him, which she has promised to + do. Bertram must kneel by his friend at such a time. I think Lord + Carisbrooke may: Duke of Brecon, I can say nothing about at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Lord St. Aldegonde?” said the bishop. + </p> + <p> + Lady Corisande shook her head. + </p> + <p> + There had been a conclave in the bishop’s room before dinner, in which the + interview of the morning was discussed. + </p> + <p> + “It was successful; scarcely satisfactory,” said the bishop. “He is a very + clever fellow, and knows a great deal. They have got hold of him, and he + has all the arguments at his fingers’ ends. When I came to the point, he + began to demur; I saw what was passing through his mind, and I said at + once: ‘Your views are high: so are mine: so are those of the Church. It is + a sacrifice, undoubtedly, in a certain sense. No sound theologian would + maintain the simplicity of the elements; but that does not involve the + coarse interpretation of the dark ages.’” + </p> + <p> + “Good, good,” said the archdeacon; “and what is it your lordship did not + exactly like?” + </p> + <p> + “He fenced too much; and he said more than once, and in a manner I did not + like, that, whatever were his views as to the Church, he thought he could + on the whole conscientiously partake of this rite as administered by the + Church of England.” + </p> + <p> + “Every thing depends on this celebration,” said the chaplain; “after that + his doubts and difficulties will dispel.” + </p> + <p> + “We must do our best that he is well supported,” said the archdeacon. + </p> + <p> + “No fear of that,” said the bishop. “I have spoken to some of our friends. + We may depend on the duchess and her daughters—all admirable women; + and they will do what they can with others. It will be a busy day, but I + have expressed my hope that the heads of the household may be able to + attend. But the county notables arrive to-day, and I shall make it a point + with them, especially the lord-lieutenant.” + </p> + <p> + “It should be known,” said the chaplain. “I will send a memorandum to the + Guardian.” + </p> + <p> + “And John Bull,” said the bishop. + </p> + <p> + The lord-lieutenant and Lady Agramont, and their daughter, Lady Ida Alice, + arrived to-day; and the high-sheriff, a manufacturer, a great liberal who + delighted in peers, but whose otherwise perfect felicity to-day was a + little marred and lessened by the haunting and restless fear that Lothair + was not duly aware that he took precedence of the lord-lieutenant. Then + there were Sir Hamlet Clotworthy, the master of the hounds, and a capital + man of business; and the Honorable Lady Clotworthy, a haughty dame who + ruled her circle with tremendous airs and graces, but who was a little + subdued in the empyrean of Muriel Towers. The other county member, Mr. + Ardenne, was a refined gentleman, and loved the arts. He had an ancient + pedigree, and knew everybody else’s, which was not always pleasant. What +he most prided himself on was being the hereditary owner of a real deer-park, + the only one, he asserted, in the county. Other persons had parks which + had deer in them, but that was quite a different thing. His wife was a + pretty woman, and the inspiring genius of archeological societies, who + loved their annual luncheon in her Tudor Halls, and illustrated by their + researches the deeds and dwellings of her husband’s ancient race. + </p> + <p> + The clergy of the various parishes on the estate all dined at the Towers + to-day, in order to pay their respects to their bishop. “Lothair’s + oecumenical council,” said Hugo Bohun, as he entered the crowded room, and + looked around him with an air of not ungraceful impertinence. Among the + clergy was Mr. Smylie, the brother of Apollonia. + </p> + <p> + A few years ago, Mr. Putney Giles had not unreasonably availed himself of + the position which he so usefully and so honorably filled, to recommend + this gentleman to the guardians of Lothair to fill a vacant benefice. The + Reverend Dionysius Smylie had distinguished himself at Trinity College, + Dublin, and had gained a Hebrew scholarship there; after that he had + written a work on the Revelations, which clearly settled the + long-controverted point whether Rome in the great apocalypse was signified + by Babylon. The bishop shrugged his shoulders when he received Mr. + Smylie’s papers, the examining chaplain sighed, and the archdeacon + groaned. But man is proverbially short-sighted. The doctrine of evolution + affords no instances so striking as those of sacerdotal development. + Placed under the favoring conditions of clime and soil, the real character + of the Reverend Dionysius Smylie gradually, but powerfully, developed + itself. Where he now ministered, he was attended by acolytes, and incensed + by thurifers. The shoulders of a fellow countryman were alone equal to the + burden of the enormous cross which preceded him; while his ecclesiastical + wardrobe furnished him with many colored garments, suited to every season + of the year, and every festival of the Church. + </p> + <p> + At first there was indignation, and rumors or prophecies that we should + soon have another case of perversion, and that Mr. Smylie was going over + to Rome; but these superficial commentators misapprehended the vigorous + vanity of the man. “Rome may come to me,” said Mr. Smylie, “and it is + perhaps the best thing it could do. This is the real Church without Romish + error.” + </p> + <p> + The bishop and his reverend stuff, who were at first so much annoyed at + the preferment of Mr. Smylie, had now, with respect to him, only one duty, + and that was to restrain his exuberant priestliness; but they fulfilled + that duty in a kindly and charitable spirit; and, when the Reverend + Dionysius Smylie was appointed chaplain to Lothair, the bishop did not + shrug his shoulders, the chaplain did not sigh, nor the archdeacon groan. + </p> + <p> + The party was so considerable to-day that they dined in the great hall. + When it was announced to Lothair that his lordship’s dinner was served, + and he offered his arm to his destined companion, he looked around, and, + then in an audible voice, and with a stateliness becoming such an + incident, called upon the high-sheriff to lead the duchess to the table. + Although that eminent personage had been thinking of nothing else for + days, and during the last half-hour had felt as a man feels, and can only + feel, who knows that some public function is momentarily about to fall to + his perilous discharge, he was taken quite aback, changed color, and lost + his head. But the band of Lothair, who were waiting at the door of the + apartment to precede the procession to the hall, striking up at this + moment “The Roast Beef of Old England,” reanimated his heart; and, + following Lothair, and preceding all the other guests down the gallery, + and through many chambers, he experienced the proudest moment of a life of + struggle, ingenuity, vicissitude, and success. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0045" id="link2HCH0045"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 45 + </h2> + <p> + Under all this flowing festivity there was already a current of struggle + and party passion. Serious thoughts and some anxiety occupied the minds of + several of the guests, amid the variety of proffered dishes and sparkling + wines, and the subdued strains of delicate music. This disquietude did not + touch Lothair. He was happy to find himself in his ancestral hall, + surrounded by many whom he respected, and by some whom he loved. He was an + excellent host, which no one can be who does not combine a good heart with + high breeding. + </p> + <p> + Theodora was rather far from him, but he could catch her grave, sweet + countenance at an angle of the table, as she bowed her head to Mr. + Ardenne, the county member, who was evidently initiating her in all the + mysteries of deer-parks. The cardinal sat near him, winning over, though + without apparent effort, the somewhat prejudiced Lady Agramont. His + eminence could converse with more facility than others, for he dined off + biscuits and drank only water. + </p> + <p> + Lord Culloden had taken out Lady St. Jerome, who expended on him all the + resources of her impassioned tittle-tattle, extracting only grim smiles; + and Lady Corisande had fallen to the happy lot of the Duke of Brecon; + according to the fine perception of Clare Arundel—and women are very + quick in these discoveries—the winning horse. St. Aldegonde had + managed to tumble in between Lady Flora and Lady Grizell, and seemed + immensely amused. + </p> + <p> + The duke inquired of Lothair how many he could dine in his hall. + </p> + <p> + “We must dine more than two hundred on Monday,” he replied. + </p> + <p> + “And now, I should think, we have only a third of that number,” said his + grace. “It will be a tight fit.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Putney Giles has had a drawing made, and every seat apportioned. We + shall just do it.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear you will have too busy a day on Monday,” said the cardinal, who + had caught up the conversation. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you know, sir, I do not sit up smoking with Lord St. Aldegonde.” + </p> + <p> + After dinner, Lady Corisande seated herself by Mrs. Campian. “You must + have thought me very rude,” she said, “to have left you so suddenly at + tea, when the bishop looked into the room; but he wanted me on a matter of + the greatest importance. I must, therefore, ask your pardon. You naturally + would not feel on this matter as we all do, or most of us do,” she added + with some hesitation; “being—pardon me—a foreigner, and the + question involving national as well as religious feelings;” and then, + somewhat hurriedly, but with emotion, she detailed to Theodora all that + had occurred respecting the early celebration on Monday, and the + opposition it was receiving from the cardinal and his friends. It was a + relief to Lady Corisande thus to express all her feelings on a subject on + which she had been brooding the whole day. + </p> + <p> + “You mistake,” said Theodora, quietly, when Lady Corisande had finished. + “I am much interested in what you tell me. I should deplore our friend + falling under the influence of the Romish priesthood.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet there is danger of it,” said Lady Corisande, “more than danger,” + she added in a low but earnest voice. “You do not know what a conspiracy + is going on, and has been going on for months, to effect this end. I + tremble.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the last thing I ever do,” said Theodora, with a faint, sweet + smile. “I hope, but I never tremble.” + </p> + <p> + “You have seen the announcement in the newspapers to-day!” said Lady + Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “I think, if they were certain of their prey, they would be more + reserved,” said Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “There is something in that,” said Lady Corisande, musingly. “You know not + what a relief it is to me to speak to you on this matter. Mamma agrees + with me, and so do my sisters; but still they may agree with me because + they are my mamma and my sisters; but I look upon our nobility joining the + Church of Rome as the greatest calamity that has ever happened to England. + Irrespective of all religious considerations, on which I will not presume + to touch, it is an abnegation of patriotism; and in this age, when all + things are questioned, a love of our country seems to me the one sentiment + to cling to.” + </p> + <p> + “I know no higher sentiment,” said Theodora in a low voice, and yet which + sounded like the breathing of some divine shrine, and her Athenian eye met + the fiery glance of Lady Corisande with an expression of noble sympathy. + </p> + <p> + “I am so glad that I spoke to you on this matter,” said Lady Corisande, + “for there is something in you which encourages me. As you say, if they + were certain, they would be silent; and yet, from what I hear, their hopes + are high. You know,” she added in a whisper, “that he has absolutely + engaged to raise a popish cathedral. My brother, Bertram, has seen the + model in his rooms.” + </p> + <p> + “I have known models that were never realized,” said Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! you are hopeful; you said you were hopeful. It is a beautiful + disposition. It is not mine,” she added, with a sigh. + </p> + <p> + “It should be,” said Theodora; “you were not born to sigh. Sighs should be + for those who have no country, like myself; not for the daughters of + England—the beautiful daughters of proud England.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have your husband’s country, and that is proud and great.” + </p> + <p> + “I have only one country, and it is not my husband’s; and I have only one + thought, and it is to set it free.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a noble one,” said Lady Corisande, “as I am sure are all your + thoughts. There are the gentlemen; I am sorry they have come. There,” she + added, as Monsignore Catesby entered the room, “there is his evil genius.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have baffled him,” said Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Lady Corisande, with a long-drawn sigh. “Their manoeuvres never + cease. However, I think Monday must be safe. Would you come?” she said, + with a serious, searching glance, and in a kind of coaxing murmur. + </p> + <p> + “I should be an intruder, my dear lady,” said Theodora, declining the + suggestion; “but, so far as hoping that our friend will never join the + Church of Rome, you will have ever my ardent wishes.” + </p> + <p> + Theodora might have added her belief, for Lothair had never concealed from + her a single thought or act of his life in this respect. She knew all and + had weighed every thing, and flattered herself that their frequent and + unreserved conversations had not confirmed his belief in the infallibility + of the Church of Rome, and perhaps of some other things. + </p> + <p> + It had been settled that there should be dancing this evening—all + the young ladies had wished it. Lothair danced with Lady Flora Falkirk, + and her sister, Lady Grizell, was in the same quadrille. They moved about + like young giraffes in an African forest, but looked bright and happy. + Lothair liked his cousins; their inexperience and innocence, and the + simplicity with which they exhibited and expressed their feelings, had in + them something bewitching. Then the rough remembrance of his old life at + Falkirk and its contrast with the present scene had in it something + stimulating. They were his juniors by several years, but they were always + gentle and kind to him; and sometimes it seemed he was the only person + whom they, too, had found kind and gentle. He called his cousin, too, by + her Christian name, and he was amused, standing by this beautiful + giantess, and calling her Flora. There were other amusing circumstances in + the quadrille; not the least, Lord St. Aldegonde dancing with Mrs. + Campian. The wonder of Lady St. Aldegonde was only equalled by her + delight. + </p> + <p> + The lord-lieutenant was standing by the duke, in a comer of the saloon, + observing, not with dissatisfaction, his daughter, Lady Ida Alice, dancing + with Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know this is the first time I ever had the honor of meeting a + cardinal?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “And we never expected that it would happen to either of us in this + country when we were at Christchurch together,” replied the duke. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hope every thing is for the best,” said Lord Agramont. “We are to + have all these gentlemen in our good city of Grandchester, to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “So I understand.” + </p> + <p> + “You read that paragraph in the newspapers? Do you think there is any + thing in it?” + </p> + <p> + “About our friend? It would be a great misfortune.” + </p> + <p> + “The bishop says there is nothing in it,” said the lord-lieutenant. + </p> + <p> + “Well, he ought to know. I understand he has had some serious conversation + recently with our friend?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; he has spoken to me about it. Are you going to attend the early + celebration tomorrow? It is not much to my taste; a little new-fangled, I + think; but I shall go, as they say it will do good.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of that; it is well that he should be impressed at this moment + with the importance and opinion of his county.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know I never saw him before?” said the lord-lieutenant. “He is + winning.” + </p> + <p> + “I know no youth,” said the duke, “I would not except my own son, and + Bertram has never given me an uneasy moment, of whom I have a better + opinion, both as to heart and head. I should deeply deplore his being + smashed by a Jesuit.” + </p> + <p> + The dancing had ceased for a moment; there was a stir; Lord Carisbrooke + was enlarging, with unusual animation, to an interested group, about a new + dance at Paris—the new dance. Could they not have it here? + Unfortunately, he did not know its name, and could not describe its + figure; but it was something new; quite new; they got it at Paris. + Princess Metternich dances it. He danced it with her, and she taught it + him; only he never could explain any thing, and indeed never did exactly + make it out. “But you danced it with a shawl, and then two ladies hold the + shawl, and the cavaliers pass under it. In fact, it is the only thing; it + is the new dance at Paris.” + </p> + <p> + What a pity that any thing so delightful should be so indefinite and + perplexing, and indeed impossible, which rendered it still more desirable! + If Lord Carisbrooke only could have remembered its name, or a single step + in its figure—it was so tantalizing! + </p> + <p> + “Do not you think so?” said Hugo Bohun to Mrs. Campian, who was sitting + apart, listening to Lord St. Aldegonde’s account of his travels in the + United States, which he was very sorry he ever quitted. And then they + inquired to what Mr. Bohun referred, and then he told them all that had + been said. + </p> + <p> + “I know what he means,” said Mrs. Campian. “It is not a French dance; it + is a Moorish dance.” + </p> + <p> + “That woman knows everything, Hugo,” said Lord St. Aldegonde in a solemn + whisper. And then he called to his wife. “Bertha, Mrs. Campian will tell + you all about this dance that Carisbrooke is making such a mull of. Now, + look here, Bertha; you must get the Campians to come to us as soon as + possible. They are going to Scotland from this place, and there is no + reason, if you manage it well, why they should not come on to us at once. + Now, exert yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do all I can, Granville.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not French, it is Moorish; it is called the Tangerine,” said + Theodora to her surrounding votaries. “You begin with a circle.” + </p> + <p> + “But how are we to dance without the music?” said Lady Montairy. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I wish I had known this,” said Theodora, “before dinner, and I think + I could have dotted down something that would have helped us. But let me + see,” and she went up to the eminent professor, with whom she was well + acquainted, and said, “Signor Ricci, it begins so,” and she hummed + divinely a fantastic air, which, after a few moments’ musing, he + reproduced; “and then it goes off into what they call in Spain a saraband. + Is there a shawl in the room?” + </p> + <p> + “My mother has always a shawl in reserve,” said Bertram, “particularly + when she pays visits to houses where there are galleries;” and he brought + back a mantle of Cashmere. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Signor Ricci,” said Mrs. Campian, and she again hummed an air, and + moved forward at the same time with brilliant grace, waving at the end the + shawl. + </p> + <p> + The expression of her countenance, looking round to Signor Ricci, as she + was moving on to see whether he had caught her idea, fascinated Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “It is exactly what I told you,” said Lord Carisbrooke, “and, I can assure + you, it is the only dance now. I am very glad I remembered it.” + </p> + <p> + “I see it all,” said Signor Ricci, as Theodora rapidly detailed to him the + rest of the figure. “And at any rate it will be the Tangerine with + variations.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me have the honor of being your partner in this great enterprise,” + said Lothair; “you are the inspiration of Muriel.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I am very glad I can do any thing, however slight, to please you and + your friends. I like them all; but particularly Lady Corisande.” + </p> + <p> + A new dance in a country-house is a festival of frolic grace. The + incomplete knowledge, and the imperfect execution, are themselves causes + of merry excitement, in their contrast with the unimpassioned routine and + almost unconscious practice of traditionary performances. And gay and + frequent were the bursts of laughter from the bright and airy band who + were proud to be the scholars of Theodora. The least successful among them + was perhaps Lord Carisbrooke. + </p> + <p> + “Princess Metternich must have taught you wrong, Carisbrooke,” said Hugo + Bohun. + </p> + <p> + They ended with a waltz, Lothair dancing with Miss Arundel. She accepted + his offer to take some tea on its conclusion. While they were standing at + the table, a little withdrawn from the others, and he holding a + sugar-basin, she said in a low voice, looking on her cup and not at him, + “the cardinal is vexed about the early celebration; he says it should have + been at midnight.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry he is vexed,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “He was going to speak to you himself,” continued Miss Arundel; “but he + felt a delicacy about it. He had thought that your common feelings + respecting the Church might have induced you if not to consult, at least + to converse, with him on the subject; I mean as your guardian.” + </p> + <p> + “It might have been perhaps as well,” said Lothair; “but I also feel a + delicacy on these matters.” + </p> + <p> + “There ought to be none on such matters,” continued Miss Arundel, “when + every thing is at stake.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not see that I could have taken any other course than I have done,” + said.Lothair. “It can hardly be wrong. The bishop’s church views are + sound.” + </p> + <p> + “Sound!” said Miss Arundel; “moonshine instead of sunshine.” + </p> + <p> + “Moonshine would rather suit a midnight than a morning celebration,” said + Lothair; “would it not?” + </p> + <p> + “A fair repartee, but we are dealing with a question that cannot be + settled by jests. See,” she said with great seriousness, putting down her + cup and taking again his offered arm, “you think you are only complying + with a form befitting your position and the occasion. You deceive + yourself. You are hampering your future freedom by this step, and they + know it. That is why it was planned. It was not necessary; nothing can be + necessary so pregnant with evil. You might have made, you might yet make, + a thousand excuses. It is a rite which hardly suits the levity of the + hour, even with their feelings; but, with your view of its real character, + it is sacrilege. What is occurring tonight might furnish you with + scruples?” And she looked up in his face. + </p> + <p> + “I think you take an exaggerated view of what I contemplate,” said + Lothair. “Even with your convictions, it may be an imperfect rite; but it + never can be an injurious one.” + </p> + <p> + “There can be no compromise on such matters,” said Miss Arundel. “The + Church knows nothing of imperfect rites. They are all perfect, because + they are all divine; any deviation from them is heresy, and fatal. My + convictions on this subject are your convictions; act up to them.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure, if thinking of these matters would guide a man right—” + said Lothair, with a sigh, and he stopped. + </p> + <p> + “Human thought will never guide you; and very justly, when you have for a + guide Divine truth. You are now your own master; go at once to its + fountain-head; go to Rome, and then all your perplexities will vanish, and + forever.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not see much prospect of my going to Rome,” said Lothair, “at least + at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Miss Arundel, “in a few weeks I hope to be there; and if so, + I hope never to quit it.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not say that; the future is always unknown.” + </p> + <p> + “Not yours,” said Miss Arundel. “Whatever you think, you will go to Rome. + Mark my words. I summon you to meet me at Rome.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0046" id="link2HCH0046"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 46 + </h2> + <p> + There can be little doubt, generally speaking, that it is more + satisfactory to pass Sunday in the country than in town. There is + something in the essential stillness of country-life, which blends + harmoniously with the ordinance of the most divine of our divine laws. It + is pleasant, too, when the congregation breaks up, to greet one’s + neighbors; to say kind words to kind faces; to hear some rural news + profitable to learn, which sometimes enables you to do some good, and + sometimes prevents others from doing some harm. A quiet, domestic walk, + too, in the afternoon, has its pleasures; and so numerous and so various + are the sources of interest in the country, that, though it be Sunday, + there is no reason why your walk should not have an object. + </p> + <p> + But Sunday in the country, with your house full of visitors, is too often + an exception to this general truth. It is a trial. Your guests cannot + always be at church, and, if they could, would not like it. There is + nothing to interest or amuse them; no sport; no castles or factories to + visit; no adventurous expeditions; no gay music in the morn, and no light + dance in the evening. There is always danger of the day becoming a course + of heavy meals and stupid walks, for the external scene and all teeming + circumstances, natural and human, though full of concern to you, are to + your visitors an insipid blank. + </p> + <p> + How did Sunday go off at Muriel Towers? + </p> + <p> + In the first place, there was a special train, which, at an early hour, + took the cardinal and his suite and the St. Jerome family to Grandchester, + where they were awaited with profound expectation. But the Anglican + portion of the guests were not without their share of ecclesiastical and + spiritual excitement, for the bishop was to preach this day in the chapel + of the Towers, a fine and capacious sanctuary of florid Gothic, and his + lordship was a sacerdotal orator of repute. + </p> + <p> + It had been announced that the breakfast-hour was to be somewhat earlier. + The ladies in general were punctual, and seemed conscious of some great + event impending. The Ladies Flora and Grizell entered with, each in her + hand, a prayer-book of purple velvet, adorned with a decided cross, the + gift of the primus. Lord Culloden, at the request of Lady Corisande, had + consented to their hearing the bishop, which he would not do himself. He + passed his morning in finally examining the guardians’ accounts, the + investigation of which he conducted and concluded, during the rest of the + day, with Mr. Putney Giles. Mrs. Campian did not leave her room. Lord St. + Aldegonde came down late, and looked about him with an uneasy, ill-humored + air. + </p> + <p> + Whether it were the absence of Theodora, or some other cause, he was + brusk, ungracious, scowling, and silent, only nodding to the bishop, who + benignly saluted him, refusing every dish that was offered; then getting + up, and helping himself at the side-table, making a great noise with the + carving instruments, and flouncing down his plate when he resumed his + seat. Nor was his costume correct. All the other gentlemen, though their + usual morning-dresses were sufficiently fantastic—trunk-hose of + every form, stockings bright as paroquets, wondrous shirts, and + velvet-coats of every tint—habited themselves to-day, both as + regards form and color, in a style indicative of the subdued gravity of + their feelings. Lord St. Aldegonde had on his shooting-jacket of brown + velvet and a pink-shirt and no cravat, and his rich brown locks, always, + to a certain degree, neglected, were peculiarly dishevelled. + </p> + <p> + Hugo Bohun, who was not afraid of him, and was a high-churchman, being, in + religion, and in all other matters, always on the side of the duchesses, + said: “Well, St. Aldegonde, are you going to chapel in that dress?” But + St. Aldegonde would not answer; he gave a snort, and glanced at Hugo, with + the eye of a gladiator. + </p> + <p> + The meal was over. The bishop was standing near the mantel-piece talking + to the ladies, who were clustered round him; the archdeacon and the + chaplain and some other clergy a little in the background; Lord St. + Aldegonde, who, whether there were a fire or not, always stood with his + back to the fireplace with his hands in his pockets, moved discourteously + among them, assumed his usual position, and listened, as it were, grimly, + for a few moments to their talk; then he suddenly exclaimed in a loud + voice, and with the groan of a rebellious Titan, “How I hate Sunday!” + </p> + <p> + “Granville!” exclaimed Lady St. Aldegonde, turning pale. There was a + general shudder. + </p> + <p> + “I mean in a country-house,” said Lord St. Aldegonde. “Of course, I mean + in a country-house. I do not dislike it when alone, and I do not dislike + it in London. But Sunday in a country-house is infernal.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it is now time for us to go,” said the bishop, walking away with + dignified reserve, and they all dispersed. + </p> + <p> + The service was choral and intoned; for, although the Rev. Dionysius + Smylie had not yet had time or opportunity, as was his intention, to form + and train a choir from the household of the Towers, he had secured from + his neighboring parish and other sources external and effective aid in + that respect. The parts of the service were skillfully distributed, and + rarely were a greater number of priests enlisted in a more imposing + manner. A good organ was well played; the singing, as usual, a little too + noisy; there was an anthem and an introit—but no incense, which was + forbidden by the bishop; and, though there were candles on the altar, they + were not permitted to be lighted. + </p> + <p> + The sermon was most successful; the ladies returned with elate and + animated faces, quite enthusiastic and almost forgetting in their + satisfaction the terrible outrage of Lord St. Aldegonde. He himself had by + this time repented of what he had done, and recovered his temper, and + greeted his wife with a voice and look which indicated to her practised + senses the favorable change. + </p> + <p> + “Bertha,” he said, “you know I did not mean any thing personal to the + bishop in what I said. I do not like bishops; I think there is no use in + them; but I have no objection to him personally; I think him an agreeable + man; not at all a bore. Just put it right, Bertha. But I tell you what, + Bertha, I cannot go to church here. Lord Culloden does not go, and he is a + very religious man. He is the man I most agree with on these matters. I am + a free-church man, and there is on end of it. I cannot go this afternoon. + I do not approve of the whole thing. It is altogether against my + conscience. What I mean to do, if I can manage it, is to take a real long + walk with the Campians.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Campian appeared at luncheon. The bishop was attentive to her; even + cordial. He was resolved she should not feel he was annoyed by her not + having been a member of his congregation in the morning. Lady Corisande + too had said to him: “I wish so much you would talk to Mrs. Campian; she + is a sweet, noble creature, and so clever! I feel that she might be + brought to view things in the right light.” + </p> + <p> + “I never know,” said the bishop, “how to deal with these American ladies. + I never can make out what they believe, or what they disbelieve. It is a + sort of confusion between Mrs. Beecher Stowe and the Fifth Avenue + congregation and—Barnum,” he added with a twinkling eye. + </p> + <p> + The second service was late; the dean preached. The lateness of the hour + permitted the lord-lieutenant and those guests who had arrived only the + previous day to look over the castle, or ramble about the gardens. St. + Aldegonde succeeded in his scheme of a real long walk with the Campians, + which Lothair, bound to listen to the head of his college, was not + permitted to share. + </p> + <p> + In the evening Signor Mardoni, who had arrived, and Madame Isola Bella, + favored them with what they called sacred music; principally prayers from + operas and a grand Stabat Mater. + </p> + <p> + Lord Culloden invited Lothair into a farther saloon, where they might + speak without disturbing the performers or the audience. + </p> + <p> + “I’ll just take advantage, my dear boy,” said Lord Culloden, in a tone of + unusual tenderness, and of Doric accent, “of the absence of these + gentlemen to have a little quiet conversation with you. Though I have not + seen so much of you of late as in old days, I take a great interest in + you, no doubt of that, and I was very pleased to see how good-natured you + were to the girls. You have romped with them when they were little ones. + Now, in a few hours, you will be master of a great inheritance, and I hope + it will profit ye. I have been over the accounts with Mr. Giles, and I was + pleased to hear that you had made yourself properly acquainted with them + in detail. Never you sign any paper without reading it first, and knowing + well what it means. You will have to sign a release to us if you be + satisfied, and that you may easily be. My poor brother-in-law left you as + large an income as may be found on this side Trent, but I will be bound he + would stare if he saw the total of the whole of your rent-roll, Lothair. + Your affairs have been well administered, though I say it who ought not. + But it is not my management only, or principally, that has done it. It is + the progress of the country, and you owe the country a good deal, and you + should never forget you are born to be a protector of its liberties, civil + and religious. And if the country sticks to free trade, and would enlarge + its currency, and be firm to the Protestant faith, it will, under Divine + Providence, continue to progress. + </p> + <p> + “And here, my boy, I’ll just say a word, in no disagreeable manner, about + your religious principles. There are a great many stories about, and + perhaps they are not true, and I am sure I hope they are not. If popery + were only just the sign of the cross, and music, and censer-pots, though I + think them all superstitious, I’d be free to leave them alone if they + would leave me. But popery is a much deeper thing than that, Lothair, and + our fathers found it out. They could not stand it, and we should be a + craven crew to stand it now. A man should be master in his own house. You + will be taking a wife, some day; at least it is to be hoped so; and how + will you like one of these monsignores to be walking into her bedroom, eh; + and talking to her alone when he pleases, and where he pleases; and when + you want to consult your wife, which a wise man should often do, to find + there is another mind between hers and yours? There’s my girls, they are + just two young geese, and they have a hankering after popery, having had a + Jesuit in the house. I do not know what has become of the women. They are + for going into a convent, and they are quite right in that, for if they be + papists they will not find a husband easily in Scotland, I ween. + </p> + <p> + “And as for you, my boy, they will be telling you that it is only just + this and just that, and there’s no great difference, and what not; but I + tell you that, if once you embrace the scarlet lady, you are a tainted + corpse. You’ll not be able to order your dinner without a priest, and they + will ride your best horses without saying with your leave or by your + leave.” + </p> + <p> + The concert in time ceased; there was a stir in the room; the Rev. + Dionysius Smylie moved about mysteriously, and ultimately seemed to make + an obeisance before the bishop. It was time for prayers. + </p> + <p> + “Shall you go?” said Lord St. Aldegonde to Mrs. Campian, by whom he was + sitting. + </p> + <p> + “I like to pray alone,” she answered. + </p> + <p> + “As for that,” said Aldegonde, “I am not clear we ought to pray at all, + either in public or private. It seems very arrogant in us to dictate to an + all-wise Creator what we desire.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe in the efficacy of prayer,” said Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “And I believe in you,” said St. Aldegonde, after a momentary pause. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0047" id="link2HCH0047"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 47 + </h2> + <p> + On the morrow, the early celebration in the chapel was numerously + attended. The duchess and her daughters, Lady Agramont, and Mrs. Ardenne, + were among the faithful; but what encouraged and gratified the bishop was, + that the laymen, on whom he less relied, were numerously represented. The + lord-lieutenant, Lord Carisbrooke, Lord Montairy, Bertram, and Hugo Bohun + accompanied Lothair to the altar. + </p> + <p> + After the celebration, Lothair retired to his private apartments. It was + arranged that he was to join his assembled friends at noon, when he would + receive their congratulations, and some deputations from the county. + </p> + <p> + At noon, therefore, preparatively preceded by Mr. Putney Giles, whose + thought was never asleep, and whose eye was on every thing, the guardians, + the cardinal, and the Earl of Culloden, waited on Lothair to accompany him + to his assembled friends, and, as it were, launch him into the world. + </p> + <p> + They were assembled at one end of the chief gallery, and in a circle. + Although the deputations would have to advance the whole length of the + chamber, Lothair and his guardians entered from a side apartment. Even + with this assistance he felt very nervous. There was no lack of feeling, + and, among many, of deep feeling, on this occasion, but there was an equal + and a genuine exhibition of ceremony. + </p> + <p> + The lord-lieutenant was the first person who congratulated Lothair, though + the high-sheriff had pushed forward for that purpose, but, in his awkward + precipitation, he got involved with the train of the Hon. Lady Clotworthy, + who bestowed on him such a withering glance, that he felt a routed man, + and gave up the attempt. There were many kind and some earnest words. Even + St. Aldegonde acknowledged the genius of the occasion. He was grave, + graceful, and dignified, and, addressing Lothair by his title, he said, + “that he hoped he would meet in life that happiness which he felt + confident he deserved.” Theodora said nothing, though her lips seemed once + to move; but she retained for a moment Lothair’s hand, and the expression + of her countenance touched his innermost heart. Lady Corisande beamed with + dazzling beauty. Her countenance was joyous, radiant; her mien imperial + and triumphant. She gave her hand with graceful alacrity to Lothair, and + said in a hushed tone, but every word of which reached his ear, “One of + the happiest hours of my life was eight o’clock this morning.” + </p> + <p> + The lord-lieutenant and the county members then retired to the other end + of the gallery, and ushered in the deputation of the magistracy of the + county, congratulating their new brother, for Lothair had just been + appointed to the bench, on his secession to his estates. The + lord-lieutenant himself read the address, to which Lothair replied with a + propriety all acknowledged. Then came the address of the mayor and + corporation of Grandchester, of which city Lothair was hereditary + high-steward; and then that of his tenantry, which was cordial and + characteristic. And here many were under the impression that this portion + of the proceedings would terminate; but it was not so. There had been some + whispering between the bishop and the archdeacon, and the Rev. Dionysius + Smylie had, after conference with his superiors, twice left the chamber. + It seems that the clergy had thought fit to take this occasion of + congratulating Lothair on his great accession and the proportionate duties + which it would fall on him to fulfil. The bishop approached Lothair and + addressed him in a whisper. Lothair seemed surprised and a little + agitated, but apparently bowed assent. Then the bishop and his staff + proceeded to the end of the gallery and introduced a diocesan deputation, + consisting of archdeacons and rural deans, who presented to Lothair a most + uncompromising address, and begged his acceptance of a bible and + prayer-book richly bound, and borne by the Rev. Dionysius Smylie on a + cushion of velvet. + </p> + <p> + The habitual pallor of the cardinal’s countenance became unusually wan; + the cheek of Clare Arundel was a crimson flush; Monsignore Catesby bit his + lip; Theodora looked with curious seriousness, as if she were observing + the manners of a foreign country; St. Aldegonde snorted, and pushed his + hand through his hair, which had been arranged in unusual order. The great + body of those present, unaware that this deputation was unexpected, were + unmoved. + </p> + <p> + It was a trial for Lothair, and scarcely a fair one. He was not unequal to + it, and what he said was esteemed, at the moment, by all parties as + satisfactory; though the archdeacon, in secret conclave, afterward + observed that he dwelt more on religion than on the Church, and spoke of + the Church of Christ and not of the Church of England. He thanked them for + their present of volumes, which all must reverence or respect. + </p> + <p> + While all this was taking place within the Towers, vast bodies of people + were assembling without. Besides the notables of the county and his + tenantry and their families, which drained all the neighboring villages, + Lothair had forwarded several thousand tickets to the mayor and + corporation of Grandchester, for distribution among their fellow-townsmen, + who were invited to dine at Muriel and partake of the festivities of the + day, and trains were hourly arriving with their eager and happy guests. + The gardens were at once open for their unrestricted pleasure, but at two + o’clock, according to the custom of the county under such circumstances, + Lothair held what, in fact, was a levée, or rather a drawing-room, when + every person who possessed a ticket was permitted, and even invited and + expected, to pass through the whole range of the state apartments of + Muriel Towers, and at the same time pay their respects to, and make the + acquaintance of, their lord. + </p> + <p> + Lothair stood with his chief friends near him, the ladies, however, + seated, and every one passed—farmers and townsmen and honest folk, + down to the stokers of the trains from Grandchester, with whose presence + St. Aldegonde was much pleased, and whom he carefully addressed as they + passed by. + </p> + <p> + After this great reception they all dined in pavilions in the park—one + thousand tenantry by themselves, and at a fixed hour; the miscellaneous + multitude in a huge crimson tent, very lofty, with many flags, and in + which was served a banquet that never stopped till sunset, so that in time + all might be satisfied; the notables and deputations, with the guests in + the house, lunched in the armory. It was a bright day, and there was + unceasing music. + </p> + <p> + In the course of the afternoon Lothair visited the pavilions, where his + health was proposed, and pledged—in the first by one of his tenants, + and in the other by a workman, both orators of repute; and he addressed + and thanked his friends. This immense multitude, orderly and joyous, + roamed about the parks and gardens, or danced on a platform which the + prescient experience of Mr. Giles had provided for them in a due locality, + and whiled away the pleasant hours, in expectation a little feverish of + the impending fireworks, which, there was a rumor, were to be on a scale + and in a style of which neither Grandchester nor the county had any + tradition. + </p> + <p> + “I remember your words at Blenheim,” said Lothair to Theodora. “You cannot + say the present party is founded on the principle of exclusion.” + </p> + <p> + In the mean time, about six o’clock, Lothair dined in his great hall with + his two hundred guests at a banquet where all the resources of nature and + art seemed called upon to contribute to its luxury and splendor. The + ladies, who had never before dined at a public dinner, were particularly + delighted. They were delighted by the speeches, though they had very few; + they were delighted by the national anthem, all rising; particularly, they + were delighted by “three-times-three, and one cheer more,” and “hip, hip.” + It seemed to their unpractised ears like a great naval battle, or the end + of the world, or any thing else of unimaginable excitement, tumult, and + confusion. + </p> + <p> + The lord-lieutenant proposed Lothair’s health, and dexterously made his + comparative ignorance of the subject the cause of his attempting a sketch + of what he hoped might be the character of the person whose health he + proposed. Every one intuitively felt the resemblance was just, and even + complete, and Lothair confirmed their kind and sanguine anticipations by + his terse and well-considered reply. His proposition of the ladies’ + healths was a signal that the carriages were ready to take them, as + arranged, to Muriel Mere. + </p> + <p> + The sun had set in glory over the broad expanse of waters still glowing in + the dying beam; the people were assembled in thousands on the borders of + the lake, in the centre of which was an island with a pavilion. Fanciful + barges and gondolas of various shapes and colors were waiting for Lothair + and his party, to carry them over to the pavilion, where they found a + repast which became the hour and the scene—coffee and ices and + whimsical drinks, which sultanas would sip in Arabian tales. No sooner + were they seated than the sound of music was heard—distant, but now + nearer, till there came floating on the lake, until it rested before the + pavilion, a gigantic shell, larger than the building itself, but holding + in its golden and opal seats Signor Mardoni and all his orchestra. + </p> + <p> + Then came a concert rare in itself, but ravishing in the rosy twilight; + and in about half an hour, when the rosy twilight had subsided into a + violet eve, and when the white moon that had only gleamed began to + glitter, the colossal shell again moved on, and Lothair and his + companions, embarking once more in their gondolas, followed it in + procession about the lake. He carried in his own bark the duchess, + Theodora, and the lord-lieutenant, and was rowed by a crew in Venetian + dresses. As he handed Theodora to her seat, the impulse was irresistible—he + pressed her hand to his lips. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly a rocket rose with a hissing rush from the pavilion. It was + instantly responded to from every quarter of the lake. Then the island + seemed on fire, and the scene of their late festivity became a brilliant + palace, with pediments and columns and statues, bright in the blaze of + colored flame. For half an hour the sky seemed covered with blue lights + and the bursting forms of many-colored stars; golden fountains, like the + eruption of a marine volcano, rose from different parts of the water; the + statued palace on the island changed and became a forest glowing with + green light; and finally a temple of cerulean tint, on which appeared in + huge letters of prismatic color the name of Lothair. + </p> + <p> + The people cheered, but even the voice of the people was overcome by + troops of rockets rising from every quarter of the lake, and by the + thunder of artillery. When the noise and the smoke had both subsided, the + name of Lothair still legible on the temple but the letters quite white, + it was perceived that on every height for fifty miles round they had fired + a beacon. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0048" id="link2HCH0048"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 48 + </h2> + <p> + The ball at Muriel which followed the concert on the lake was one of those + balls which, it would seem, never would end. All the preliminary + festivities, instead of exhausting the guests of Lothair, appeared only to + have excited them, and rendered them more romantic and less tolerant of + the routine of existence. They danced in the great gallery, which was + brilliant and crowded, and they danced as they dance in a festive dream, + with joy and the enthusiasm of gayety. The fine ladies would sanction no + exclusiveness. They did not confine their inspiring society, as is + sometimes too often the case, to the Brecons and the Bertrams and the + Carisbrookes; they danced fully and freely with the youth of the county, + and felt that in so doing they were honoring and gratifying their host. + </p> + <p> + At one o’clock they supped in the armory, which was illuminated for the + first time, and a banquet in a scene so picturesque and resplendent + renovated not merely their physical energies. At four o’clock the duchess + and a few others quietly disappeared, but her daughters remained, and St. + Aldegonde danced endless reels, which was a form in which he preferred to + worship Terpsichore. Perceiving by an open window that it was dawn, he + came up to Lothair and said, “This is a case of breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + Happy and frolicsome suggestion! The invitations circulated, and it was + soon known that they were all to gather at the matin meal. + </p> + <p> + “I am so sorry that her grace has retired,” said Hugo Bohun to Lady St. + Aldegonde, as he fed her with bread and butter, “because she always likes + early breakfasts in the country.” + </p> + <p> + The sun was shining as the guests of the house retired, and sank into + couches from which it seemed they never could rise again; but, long after + this, the shouts of servants and the scuffle of carriages intimated that + the company in general were not so fortunate and expeditious in their + retirement from the scene; and the fields were all busy, and even the + towns awake, when the great body of the wearied but delighted wassailers + returned from celebrating the majority of Lothair. + </p> + <p> + In the vast and statesmanlike programme of the festivities of the week, + which had been prepared by Mr and Mrs. Putney Giles, something of interest + and importance had been appropriated to the morrow, but it was necessary + to erase all this; and for a simple reason—no human being on the + morrow morn even appeared—one might say, even stirred. After all the + gay tumult in which even thousands had joined, Muriel Towers on the morrow + presented a scene which only could have been equalled by the castle in the + fairy tale inhabited by the Sleeping Beauty. + </p> + <p> + At length, about two hours after noon, bells began to sound which were not + always answered. Then a languid household prepared a meal of which no one + for a time partook, till at last a monsignore appeared, and a rival + Anglican or two. Then St. Aldegonde came in with a troop of men who had + been bathing in the mere, and called loudly for kidneys, which happened to + be the only thing not at hand, as is always the case. St. Aldegonde always + required kidneys when he had sat up all night and bathed. “But the odd + thing is,” he said, “you never can get any thing to eat in these houses. + Their infernal cooks spoil every thing. That’s why I hate staying with + Bertha’s people in the north at the end of the year. What I want in + November is a slice of cod and a beefsteak, and by Jove I never could get + them; I was obliged to come to town. If is no joke to have to travel three + hundred miles for a slice of cod and a beefsteak.” + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding all this, however, such is the magic of custom, that by + sunset civilization had resumed its reign at Muriel Towers. The party were + assembled before dinner in the saloon, and really looked as fresh and + bright as if the exhausting and tumultuous yesterday had never happened. + The dinner, too, notwithstanding the criticism of St. Aldegonde, was first + rate, and pleased palates not so simply fastidious as his own. The bishop + and his suite were to depart on the morrow, but the cardinal was to + remain. His eminence talked much to Mrs. Campian, by whom, from the first, + he was much struck. He was aware that she was born a Roman, and was not + surprised that, having married a citizen of the United States, her + sympathies were what are styled liberal; but this only stimulated his + anxious resolution to accomplish her conversion, both religious and + political. He recognized in her a being whose intelligence, imagination, + and grandeur of character, might be of invaluable service to the Church. + </p> + <p> + In the evening Monsieur Raphael and his sister, and their colleagues, gave + a representation which was extremely well done. There was no theatre at + Muriel, but Apollonia had felicitously arranged a contiguous saloon for + the occasion, and, as everybody was at ease in an arm-chair, they all + agreed it was preferable to a regular theatre. + </p> + <p> + On the morrow they were to lunch with the mayor and corporation of + Grandchester, and view some of the principal factories; on the next day + the county gave a dinner to Lothair in their hall, the lord-lieutenant in + the chair; on Friday there was to be a ball at Grandchester given by the + county and city united to celebrate the great local event. It was + whispered that this was to be a considerable affair. There was not an hour + of the week that was not appropriated to some festive ceremony. + </p> + <p> + It happened on the morning of Friday, the cardinal being alone with + Lothair, transacting some lingering business connected with the + guardianship, and on his legs as he spoke, that he said: “We live in such + a happy tumult here, my dear child, that I have never had an opportunity + of speaking to you on one or two points which interest me and should not + be uninteresting to you. I remember a pleasant morning-walk we had in the + park at Vauxe, when we began a conversation which we never finished. What + say you to a repetition of our stroll? ‘Tis a lovely day, and I dare say + we might escape by this window, and gain some green retreat without any + one disturbing us.” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite of your eminence’s mind,” said Lothair, taking up a + wide-awake, “and I will lead you where it is not likely we shall be + disturbed.” + </p> + <p> + So, winding their way through the pleasure-grounds, they entered by a + wicket a part of the park where the sunny glades soon wandered among the + tall fern and wild groves of venerable oaks. + </p> + <p> + “I sometimes feel,” said the cardinal, “that I may have been too + punctilious in avoiding conversation with you on a subject the most + interesting and important to man. But I felt a delicacy in exerting my + influence as a guardian on a subject my relations to which, when your dear + father appointed me to that office, were so different from those which now + exist. But you are now your own master; I can use no control over you but + that influence which the words of truth must always exercise over an + ingenuous mind.” + </p> + <p> + His eminence paused for a moment and looked at his companion; but Lothair + remained silent, with his eyes fixed upon the ground. + </p> + <p> + “It has always been a source of satisfaction, I would even say + consolation, to me,” resumed the cardinal, “to know you were a religious + man; that your disposition was reverential, which is the highest order of + temperament, and brings us nearest to the angels. But we live in times of + difficulty and danger—extreme difficulty and danger; a religious + disposition may suffice for youth in the tranquil hour, and he may find, + in due season, his appointed resting-place: but these are days of imminent + peril; the soul requires a sanctuary. Is yours at hand?” + </p> + <p> + The cardinal paused, and Lothair was obliged to meet a direct appeal. He + said then, after a momentary hesitation: “When you last spoke to me, sir, + on these grave matters, I said I was in a state of great despondency. My + situation now is not so much despondent as perplexed.” + </p> + <p> + “And I wish you to tell me the nature of your perplexity,” replied the + cardinal, “for there is no anxious embarrassment of mind which Divine + truth cannot disentangle and allay.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Lothair, “I must say I am often perplexed at the differences + which obtrude themselves between Divine truth and human knowledge.” + </p> + <p> + “Those are inevitable,” said the cardinal. “Divine truth being + unchangeable, and human knowledge changing every century; rather, I should + say, every generation.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps, instead of human knowledge, I should have said human progress,” + rejoined Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Exactly,” said the cardinal, “but what is progress? Movement. But what if + it be movement in the wrong direction? What if it be a departure from + Divine truth?” + </p> + <p> + “But I cannot understand why religion should be inconsistent with + civilization,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Religion is civilization,” said the cardinal; “the highest: it is a + reclamation of man from savageness by the Almighty. What the world calls + civilization, as distinguished from religion, is a retrograde movement, + and will ultimately lead us back to the barbarism from which we have + escaped. For instance, you talk of progress: what is the chief social + movement of all the countries that three centuries ago separated from the + unity of the Church of Christ? The rejection of the sacrament of Christian + matrimony. The introduction of the law of divorce, which is, in fact, only + a middle term to the abolition of marriage. What does that mean? The + extinction of the home and the household on which God has rested + civilization. If there be no home, the child belongs to the state, not to + the parent. The state educates the child, and without religion, because + the state in a country of progress acknowledges no religion. For every man + is not only to think as he likes, but to write and to speak as he likes, + and to sow with both hands broadcast, where he will, errors, heresies, and + blasphemies, without any authority on earth to restrain the scattering of + this seed of universal desolation. And this system, which would substitute + for domestic sentiment and Divine belief the unlimited and licentious + action of human intellect and human will, is called progress. What is it + but a revolt against God?” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure I wish there were only one Church and one religion,” said + Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “There is only one Church and only one religion,” said the cardinal; “all + other forms and phrases are mere phantasms, without root, or substance, or + coherency. Look at that unhappy Germany, once so proud of its Reformation. + What they call the leading journal tells us to-day, that it is a question + there whether four-fifths or three-fourths of the population believe in + Christianity. Some portion of it has already gone back, I understand, to + Number Nip. Look at this unfortunate land, divided, subdivided, parcelled + out in infinite schism, with new oracles every day, and each more + distinguished for the narrowness of his intellect or the loudness of his + lungs; once the land of saints and scholars, and people in pious + pilgrimages, and finding always solace and support in the divine offices + of an ever-present Church, which were a true though a faint type of the + beautiful future that awaited man. Why, only three centuries of this + rebellion against the Most High have produced throughout the world, on the + subject the most important that man should possess a clear, firm faith, an + anarchy of opinion, throwing out every monstrous and fantastic form, from + a caricature of the Greek philosophy to a revival of fetichism.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a chaos,” said Lothair, with a sigh. + </p> + <p> + “From which I wish to save you,” said the cardinal, with some eagerness. + “This is not a time to hesitate. You must be for God, or for Antichrist. + The Church calls upon her children.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not unfaithful to the Church,” said Lothair, “which was the Church + of my fathers.” + </p> + <p> + “The Church of England,” said the cardinal. “It was mine. I think of it + ever with tenderness and pity. Parliament made the Church of England, and + Parliament will unmake the Church of England. The Church of England is not + the Church of the English. Its fate is sealed. It will soon become a sect, + and all sects are fantastic. It will adopt new dogmas, or it will abjure + old ones; any thing to distinguish it from the non-conforming herd in + which, nevertheless, it will be its fate to merge. The only consoling hope + is that, when it falls, many of its children, by the aid of the Blessed + Virgin, may return to Christ.” + </p> + <p> + “What I regret, sir,” said Lothair, “is that the Church of Rome should + have placed itself in antagonism with political liberty. This adds to the + difficulties which the religious cause has to encounter; for it seems + impossible to deny that political freedom is now the sovereign passion of + communities.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot admit,” replied the cardinal, “that the Church is in antagonism + with political freedom. On the contrary, in my opinion, there can be no + political freedom which is not founded on Divine authority; otherwise it + can be at the best but a specious phantom of license inevitably + terminating in anarchy. The rights and liberties of the people of Ireland + have no advocates except the Church; because, there, political freedom is + founded on Divine authority; but if you mean by political freedom the + schemes of the illuminati and the freemasons, which perpetually torture + the Continent, all the dark conspiracies of the secret societies, there, I + admit, the Church is in antagonism with such aspirations after liberty; + those aspirations, in fact, are blasphemy and plunder; and, if the Church + were to be destroyed, Europe would be divided between the atheist and the + communist.” + </p> + <p> + There was a pause; the conversation had unexpectedly arrived at a point + where neither party cared to pursue it. Lothair felt he had said enough; + the cardinal was disappointed with what Lothair had said. His eminence + felt that his late ward was not in that ripe state of probation which he + had fondly anticipated; but, being a man not only of vivid perception, but + also of fertile resource, while he seemed to close the present + conversation, he almost immediately pursued his object by another + combination of means. Noticing an effect of scenery which pleased him, + reminded him of Styria, and so on, he suddenly said: “You should travel.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Bertram wants me to go to Egypt with him,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “A most interesting country,” said the cardinal, “and well worth visiting. + It is astonishing what a good guide old Herodotus still is in that land! + But you should know something of Europe before you go there. Egypt is + rather a land to end with. A young man should visit the chief capitals of + Europe, especially the seats of learning and the arts. If my advice were + asked by a young man who contemplated travelling on a proper scale, I + should say begin with Rome. Almost all that Europe contains is derived + from Rome. It is always best to go to the fountain-head, to study the + original. The society too, there, is delightful; I know none equal to it. + That, if you please, is civilization—pious and refined. And the + people—all so gifted and so good—so kind, so orderly, so + charitable, so truly virtuous. I believe the Roman people to be the best + people that ever lived, and this too while the secret societies have their + foreign agents in every quarter, trying to corrupt them, but always in + vain. If an act of political violence occurs, you may be sure it is + confined entirely to foreigners.” + </p> + <p> + “Our friends the St. Jeromes are going to Rome,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, and that would be pleasant for you. Think seriously of this, my + dear, young friend. I could be of some little service to you if you go to + Rome, which, after all, every man ought to do. I could put you, in the way + of easily becoming acquainted with all the right people, who would take + care that you saw Rome with profit and advantage.” + </p> + <p> + Just at this moment, in a winding glade, they were met abruptly by a third + person. All seemed rather to start at the sudden rencounter; and then + Lothair eagerly advanced and welcomed the stranger with a proffered hand. + </p> + <p> + “This is a most unexpected, but to me most agreeable, meeting,” he said. + “You must now be my guest.” + </p> + <p> + “That would be a great honor,” said the stranger, “but one I cannot enjoy. + I had to wait at the station a couple of hours or so for my train, and + they told me if I strolled here I. should find some pretty country. I have + been so pleased with it, that I fear I have strolled too long, and I + literally have not an instant at my command,” and he hurried away. + </p> + <p> + “Who is that person?” asked the cardinal with some agitation. + </p> + <p> + “I have not the slightest idea,” said Lothair. “All I know is, he once + saved my life.” + </p> + <p> + “And all I know is,” said the cardinal, “he once threatened mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Strange!” said Lothair, and then he rapidly recounted to the cardinal his + adventure at the Fenian meeting. + </p> + <p> + “Strange!” echoed his eminence. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0049" id="link2HCH0049"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 49 + </h2> + <p> + Mrs. Campian did not appear at luncheon, which was observed but not + noticed. Afterward, while Lothair was making some arrangements for the + amusement of his guests, and contriving that they should fit in with the + chief incident of the day, which was the banquet given to him by the + county, and which it was settled the ladies were not to attend, the + colonel took him aside and said, “I do not think that Theodora will care + to go out to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “She is not unwell, I hope?” + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly—but she has had some news, some news of some friends, + which has disturbed her. And, if you will excuse me, I will request your + permission not to attend the dinner to-day, which I had hoped to have had + the honor of doing. But I think our plans must be changed a little. I + almost think we shall not go to Scotland after all.” + </p> + <p> + “There is not the slightest necessity for your going to the dinner. You + will have plenty to keep you in countenance at home. Lord St. Aldegonde is + not going, nor I fancy any of them. I shall take the duke with me and Lord + Culloden, and, if you do not go, I shall take Mr. Putney Giles. The + lord-lieutenant will meet us there. I am sorry about Mrs. Campian, because + I know she is not ever put out by little things. May I not see her in the + course of the day? I should be very sorry that the day should pass over + without seeing her.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! I dare say she will see you in the course of the day, before you go.” + </p> + <p> + “When she likes. I shall not go out to-day; I shall keep in my rooms, + always at her commands. Between ourselves, I shall not be sorry to have a + quiet morning and collect my ideas a little. Speech-making is a new thing + for me. I wish you would tell me what to say to the county.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair had appropriated to the Campians one of the most convenient and + complete apartments in the castle. It consisted of four chambers, one of + them a saloon which had been fitted up for his mother when she married; a + pretty saloon, hung with pale-green silk, and portraits and scenes inlaid + by Vanloo and Boucher. It was rather late in the afternoon when Lothair + received a message from Theodora in reply to the wish that he had + expressed of seeing her. + </p> + <p> + When he entered the room, she was not seated; her countenance was serious. + She advanced, and thanked him for wishing to see her, and regretted she + could not receive him at an earlier hour. “I fear it may have + inconvenienced you,” she added; “but my mind has been much disturbed, and + too agitated for conversation.” + </p> + <p> + “Even now I may be an intruder?” + </p> + <p> + “No, it is past; on the contrary, I wish to speak to you; indeed, you are + the only person with whom I could speak,” and she sat down. + </p> + <p> + Her countenance, which was unusually pale when he entered, became flushed. + “It is not a subject for the festive hour of your life,” she said, “but I + cannot resist my fate.” + </p> + <p> + “Your fate must always interest me,” murmured Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but my fate is the fate of ages and of nations,” said Theodora, + throwing up her head with that tumult of the brow which he had once before + noticed. “Amid the tortures of my spirit at this moment, not the least is + that there is only one person I can appeal to, and he is one to whom I + have no right to make that appeal.” + </p> + <p> + “If I be that person,” said Lothair, “you have every right, for I am + devoted to you.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but it is not personal devotion that is the qualification needed. It + is not sympathy with me that would authorize such an appeal. It must be + sympathy with a cause, and a cause for which, I fear, you do not—perhaps + I should say you cannot—feel.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Why should you feel for my fallen country, who are the proudest citizen + of the proudest of lands? Why should you feel for its debasing thraldom—you + who, in the religious mystification of man, have, at least, the noble + privilege of being a Protestant?” + </p> + <p> + “You speak of Rome?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, of the only thought I have, or ever had. I speak of that country + which first impressed upon the world a general and enduring form of + masculine virtue; the land of liberty, and law, and eloquence, and + military genius, now garrisoned by monks, and governed by a doting + priest.” + </p> + <p> + “Everybody must be interested about Rome,” said Lothair. “Rome is the + country of the world, and even the doting priest you talk of boasts of two + hundred millions of subjects.” + </p> + <p> + “If he were at Avignon again, I should not care for his boasts,” said + Theodora. “I do not grudge him his spiritual subjects; I am content to + leave his superstition to Time. Time is no longer slow; his scythe mows + quickly in this age. But when his debasing creeds are palmed off on man by + the authority of our glorious capitol, and the slavery of the human mind + is schemed and carried on in the forum, then, if there be real Roman blood + left—and I thank my Creator there is much—it is time for it to + mount and move,” and she rose and walked up and down the room. + </p> + <p> + “You have had news from Rome?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I have had news from Rome,” she replied, speaking slowly in a deep voice; + and there was a pause. + </p> + <p> + Then Lothair said: “When you have alluded to these matters before, you + never spoke of them in a sanguine spirit.” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen the cause triumph,” said Theodora; “the sacred cause of + truth, of justice, of national honor. I have sat at the feet of the + triumvirate of the Roman Republic; men who, for virtue, and genius, and + warlike skill and valor, and every quality that exalts man, were never + surpassed in the olden time—no, not by the Catos and the Scipios; + and I have seen the blood of my own race poured, like a rich vintage, on + the victorious Roman soil; my father fell, who, in stature and in mien, + was a god; and, since then, my beautiful brothers, with shapes to enshrine + in temples; and I have smiled amid the slaughter of my race, for I + believed that Rome was free; and yet all this vanished. How, then, when we + talked, could I be sanguine?” + </p> + <p> + “And yet you are sanguine now?” said Lothair, with a scrutinizing glance; + and he rose and joined her, leaning slightly on the mantel-piece. + </p> + <p> + “There was only one event that could secure the success of our efforts,” + said Theodora, “and that event was so improbable, that I had long rejected + it from calculation. It has happened, and Rome calls upon me to act.” + </p> + <p> + “The Papalini are strong,” continued Theodora, after a pause; “they have + been long preparing for the French evacuation; they have a considerable + and disciplined force of janizaries, a powerful artillery, the strong + places of the city. The result of a rising, under such circumstances, + might be more than doubtful; if unsuccessful, to us it would be + disastrous. It is necessary that the Roman States should be invaded, and + the papal army must then quit their capital. We have no fear of them in + the field. Yes,” she added, with energy, “we could sweep them from the + face of the earth!” + </p> + <p> + “But the army of Italy,” said Lothair, “will that be inert?” + </p> + <p> + “There it is,” said Theodora. “That has been our stumbling-block. I have + always known that, if ever the French quitted Rome, it would be on the + understanding that the house of Savoy should inherit the noble office of + securing our servitude. He in whom I alone confide would never credit + this; but my information, in this respect, was authentic. However, it is + no longer necessary to discuss the question. News has come, and in no + uncertain shape, that whatever may have been the understanding, under no + circumstances will the Italian army enter the Roman state. We must strike, + therefore, and Rome will be free. But how am I to strike? We have neither + money nor arms. We have only men. I can give them no more, because I have + already given them every thing, except my life, which is always theirs. As + for my husband, who, I may say, wedded me on the battle-field, so far as + wealth was concerned, he was then a prince among princes, and would pour + forth his treasure, and his life, with equal eagerness. But things have + changed since Aspromonte. The struggle in his own country has entirely + deprived him of revenues as great as any forfeited by their Italian + princelings. In fact, it is only by a chance that he is independent. Had + it not been for an excellent man, one of your great English merchants, who + was his agent here, and managed his affairs, we should have been + penniless. His judicious investments of the superfluity of our income, + which, at the time, my husband never even noticed, have secured for + Colonel Campian the means of that decorous life which he appreciates—but + no more. As for myself, these considerations are nothing. I will not say I + should be insensible to a refined life with refined companions, if the + spirit were content and the heart serene; but I never could fully realize + the abstract idea of what they call wealth; I never could look upon it + except as a means to an end, and my end has generally been military + material. Perhaps the vicissitudes of my life have made me insensible to + what are called reverses of fortune, for, when a child, I remember + sleeping on the moonlit flags of Paris, with no pillow except my + tambourine; and I remember it not without delight. Let us sit down. I feel + I am talking in an excited, injudicious, egotistical, rhapsodical, manner. + I thought I was calm, and I meant to have been clear. But the fact is, I + am ashamed of myself. I am doing a wrong thing, and in a wrong manner. But + I have had a sleepless night, and a day of brooding thought. I meant once + to have asked you to help me, and now I feel that you are the last person + to whom I ought to appeal.” + </p> + <p> + “In that you are in error,” said Lothair, rising and taking her hand with + an expression of much gravity; “I am the right person for you to appeal to—the + only person.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said Theodora, and she shook her head. + </p> + <p> + “For I owe to you a debt that I never can repay,” continued Lothair. “Had + it not been for you, I should have remained what I was when we first met, + a prejudiced, narrow-minded being, with contracted sympathies and false + knowledge, wasting my life on obsolete trifles, and utterly insensible to + the privilege of living in this wondrous age of change and progress. Why, + had it not been for you I should have at this very moment been lavishing + my fortune on an ecclesiastical toy, which I think of with a blush. There + may be—doubtless there are—opinions in which we may not agree; + but in our love of truth and justice there is no difference, dearest lady. + No; though you must have felt that I am not—that no one could be—insensible + to your beauty and infinite charms, still it is your consummate character + that has justly fascinated my thought and heart; and I have long resolved, + were I permitted, to devote to you my fortune and my life.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0050" id="link2HCH0050"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 50 + </h2> + <p> + The month of September was considerably advanced when a cab, evidently + from its luggage fresh from the railway, entered the court-yard of Hexham + House, of which the shuttered windows indicated the absence of its master, + the cardinal, then in Italy. But it was evident that the person who had + arrived was expected, for before his servant could ring the hall-bell the + door opened, and a grave-looking domestic advanced with much deference, + and awaited the presence of no less a personage than Monsignore Berwick. + </p> + <p> + “We have had a rough passage, good Clifford,” said the great man, + alighting, “but I see you duly received my telegram. You are always + ready.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope my lord will find it not uncomfortable,” said Clifford. “I have + prepared the little suite which you mentioned, and have been careful that + there should be no outward sign of any one having arrived.” + </p> + <p> + “And now,” said the monsignore, stopping for a moment in the ball, “here + is a letter which must be instantly delivered, and by a trusty hand,” and + he gave it to Mr. Clifford, who, looking at the direction, nodded his head + and said, “By no one but myself. I will show my lord to his rooms and + depart with this instantly.” + </p> + <p> + “And bring back a reply,” added the monsignore. + </p> + <p> + The well-lit room, the cheerful fire, the judicious refection on a + side-table, were all circumstances which usually would have been agreeable + to a wearied traveller, but Monsignore Berwick seemed little to regard + them. Though a man in general superior to care, and master of thought, his + countenance was troubled and pensive even to dejection. + </p> + <p> + “Even the winds and waves are against us,” he exclaimed, too restless to + be seated, and walking up and down the room with his arms behind his back. + “That such a struggle should fall to my lot! Why was I not a minister in + the days of the Gregorys, the Innocents, even the Leos! But this is + craven. There should be inspiration in peril, and the greatest where peril + is extreme. I am a little upset—with travel and the voyage and those + telegrams not being answered. The good Clifford was wisely provident,” and + he approached the table and took one glass of wine. “Good! One must never + despair in such a cause. And if the worse happens, it has happened before—and + what then? Suppose Avignon over again, or even Gaeta, or even Paris? So + long as we never relinquish our title to the Eternal City we shall be + eternal. But then, some say, our enemies before were the sovereigns; now + it is the people. Is it so? True we have vanquished kings, and baffled + emperors—but the French Republic and the Roman Republic have alike + reigned and ruled in the Vatican, and where are they? We have lost + provinces, but we have also gained them. We have twelve millions of + subjects in the United States of America, and they will increase like the + sands of the sea. Still it is a hideous thing to have come back, as it + were, to the days of the Constable of Bourbon, and to be contemplating the + siege of the Holy See, and massacre and pillage and ineffable horrors! The + papacy may survive such calamities, as it undoubtedly will, but I shall + scarcely figure in history if, under my influence, such visitations should + accrue. If I had only to deal with men, I would not admit of failure; but + when your antagonists are human thoughts, represented by invisible powers, + there is something that might baffle a Machiavel and appall a Borgia.” + </p> + <p> + While he was meditating in this vein the door opened, and Mr. Clifford, + with some hasty action and speaking rapidly, exclaimed: “He said he would + be here sooner than myself. His carriage was at the door. I drove back as + soon as possible—and indeed I hear something now in the court,” and + he disappeared. + </p> + <p> + It was only to usher in, almost immediately, a stately personage in an + evening dress, and wearing a decoration of a high class, who saluted the + monsignore with great cordiality. + </p> + <p> + “I am engaged to dine with the Prussian ambassador, who has been obliged + to come to town to receive a prince of the blood who is visiting the + dockyards here; but I thought you might be later than you expected, and I + ordered my carriage to be in waiting, so that we have a good little hour—and + I can come on to you again afterward, if that will not do.” + </p> + <p> + “A little hour with us is a long hour with other people,” said the + monsignore, “because we are friends and can speak without windings. You + are a true friend to the Holy See; you have proved it. We are in great + trouble and need of aid.” + </p> + <p> + “I hear that things are not altogether as we could wish,” said the + gentleman in an evening dress; “but I hope, and should think, only + annoyances.” + </p> + <p> + “Dangers,” said Berwick, “and great.” + </p> + <p> + “How so?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we have invasion threatening us without and insurrection within,” + said Berwick. “We might, though it is doubtful, successfully encounter one + of these perils, but their united action must be fatal.” + </p> + <p> + “All this has come suddenly,” said the gentleman. “In the summer you had + no fear, and our people wrote to us that we might be perfectly tranquil.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so,” said Berwick. “If we had met a month ago, I should have told + you the same thing. A month ago the revolution seemed lifeless, penniless; + without a future, without a resource. They had no money, no credit, no + men. At present, quietly but regularly, they are assembling by thousands + on our frontiers; thy have to our knowledge received two large + consignments of small arms, and apparently have unlimited credit with the + trade, both in Birmingham and Liége; they have even artillery; every thing + is paid for in coin or in good bills—and, worst of all, they have a + man, the most consummate soldier in Europe. I thought he was at New York, + and was in hopes he would never have recrossed the Atlantic—but I + know that he passed through Florence a fortnight ago, and I have seen a + man who says he spoke to him at Narni.” + </p> + <p> + “The Italian government must stop all this,” said the gentleman. + </p> + <p> + “They do not stop it,” said Berwick. “The government of his holiness has + made every representation to them: we have placed in their hands + indubitable evidence of the illegal proceedings that are taking place and + of the internal dangers we experience in consequence of their exterior + movements. But they do nothing: it is even believed that the royal troops + are joining the insurgents, and Garibaldi is spouting with impunity in + every balcony of Florence.” + </p> + <p> + “You may depend upon it that our government is making strong + representations to the government of Florence.” + </p> + <p> + “I come from Paris and elsewhere,” said Berwick, with animation and + perhaps a degree of impatience. “I have seen everybody there, and I have + heard every thing. It is not representations that are wanted from your + government; it is something of a different kind.” + </p> + <p> + “But if you have seen everybody at Paris and heard every thing, how can I + help you?” + </p> + <p> + “By acting upon the government here. A word from you to the English + minister would have great weight at this juncture. Queen Victoria is + interested in the maintenance of the papal throne. Her Catholic subjects + are counted by millions. The influence of his holiness has been hitherto + exercised against the Fenians. France would interfere, if she was sure the + step would not be disapproved by England.” + </p> + <p> + “Interfere!” said the gentleman. “Our return to Rome almost before we have + paid our laundresses’ bills in the Eternal City would be a diplomatic + scandal.” + </p> + <p> + “A diplomatic scandal would be preferable to a European revolution.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose we were to have both?” and the gentleman drew his chair near the + fire. + </p> + <p> + “I am convinced that a want of firmness now,” said Berwick, “would lead to + inconceivable calamities for all of us.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us understand each other, my very dear friend Berwick,” said his + companion, and he threw his arm over the back of his chair and looked the + Roman full in his face. “You say you have been at Paris and elsewhere, and + have seen everybody and heard every thing?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Something has happened to us also during the last month, and as + unexpectedly as to yourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “The secret societies? Yes, he spoke to me on that very point, and fully. + ‘Tis strange, but is only, in my opinion, an additional argument in favor + of crushing the evil influence.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that he must decide. But the facts are startling. A month ago the + secret societies in France were only a name; they existed only in the + memory of the police, and almost as a tradition. At present we know that + they are in complete organization, and what is most strange is that the + prefects write they have information that the Mary-Anne associations, + which are essentially republican and are scattered about the provinces, + are all revived, and are astir. Mary-Anne, as you know, was the red name + for the republic years ago, and there always was a sort of myth that these + societies had been founded by a woman. Of course that is all nonsense, but + they keep it up; it affects the public imagination, and my government has + undoubted evidence that the word of command has gone round to all these + societies that Mary-Anne has; returned and will issue her orders, which + must be obeyed.” + </p> + <p> + “The Church is stronger, and especially in the provinces, than the + Mary-Anne societies,” said Berwick. + </p> + <p> + “I hope so,” said his friend; “but you see, my dear monsignore, the + question with us is not so simple as you put It. The secret societies will + not tolerate another Roman interference, to say nothing of the diplomatic + hubbub, which we might, if necessary, defy; but what if, taking advantage + of the general indignation, your new kingdom of Italy may seize the golden + opportunity of making a popular reputation, and declare herself the + champion of national independence against the interference of the + foreigner? My friend, we tread on delicate ground.” + </p> + <p> + “If Rome falls, not an existing dynasty in Europe will survive five + years,” said Berwick. + </p> + <p> + “It may be so,” said his companion, but with no expression of incredulity. + “You know how consistently and anxiously I have always labored to support + the authority of the Holy See, and to maintain its territorial position as + the guarantee of its independence; but Fate has decided against us. I + cannot indulge in the belief that his holiness will ever regain his lost + provinces; a capital without a country is an apparent anomaly, which I + fear will always embarrass us. We can treat the possession as the capital + of Christendom, but, alas! all the world are not as good Christians as + ourselves, and Christendom is a country no longer marked out in the map of + the world. I wish,” continued the gentleman in a tone almost coaxing—“I + wish we could devise some plan which, humanly speaking, would secure to + his holiness the possession of his holy throne forever. I wish I could + induce you to consider more favorably that suggestion, that his holiness + should content himself with the ancient city, and, in possession of St. + Peter’s and the Vatican, leave the rest of Rome to the vulgar cares and + the mundane anxieties of the transient generation. Yes,” he added with + energy, “if, my dear Berwick, you could see your way to this, or something + like this, I think even now and at once, I could venture to undertake that + the emperor, my master, would soon put an end to all these disturbances + and dangers, and that—” + </p> + <p> + “Non possumus,” said Berwick, sternly stopping him; “sooner than that + Attila, the Constable of Bourbon, or the blasphemous orgies of the Red + Republic! After all, it is the Church against the secret societies. They + are the only two strong things in Europe, and will survive kings, + emperors, or parliaments.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment there was a tap at the door, and, bidden to enter, Mr. + Clifford presented himself with a sealed paper, for the gentleman in + evening dress. “Your secretary, sir, brought this, which he said must be + given you before you went to the ambassador.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis well,” said the gentleman, and he rose, and with a countenance of + some excitement read the paper, which contained a telegram; and then he + said: “This, I think, will help us out of our immediate difficulties, my + dear monsignore. Rattazzi has behaved like a man of sense, and has + arrested Garibaldi. But you do not seem, my friend, as pleased as I should + have anticipated.” + </p> + <p> + “Garibaldi has been arrested before,” said Berwick. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, I am hopeful; but I must go to my dinner. I will see you + again tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0051" id="link2HCH0051"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 51 + </h2> + <p> + The continuous gathering of what, in popular language, were styled the + Garibaldi Volunteers, on the southern border of the papal territory in the + autumn of 1867, was not the only or perhaps the greatest danger which then + threatened the Holy See, though the one which most attracted its alarmed + attention. The considerable numbers in which this assemblage was suddenly + occurring; the fact that the son of the Liberator had already taken its + command, and only as the precursor of his formidable sire; the accredited + rumor that Ghirelli at the head of a purely Roman legion was daily + expected to join the frontier force; that Nicotera was stirring in the old + Neapolitan kingdom, while the Liberator himself at Florence and in other + parts of Tuscany was even ostentatiously, certainly with impunity, + preaching the new crusade and using all his irresistible influence with + the populace to excite their sympathies and to stimulate their energy, + might well justify the extreme apprehension of the court of Rome. And yet + dangers at least equal, and almost as close, were at the same time + preparing unnoticed and unknown. + </p> + <p> + In the mountainous range between Fiascone and Viterbo, contiguous to the + sea, is a valley surrounded by chains of steep and barren hills, but which + is watered by a torrent scarcely dry, even in summer; so that the valley + itself, which is not inconsiderable in its breadth, is never without + verdure, while almost a forest of brushwood formed of shrubs, which in + England we should consider rare, bounds the natural turf and ascends + sometimes to no inconsiderable height the nearest hills. + </p> + <p> + Into this valley, toward the middle of September, there defiled one + afternoon through a narrow pass a band of about fifty men, all armed, and + conducting a cavalcade or rather a caravan of mules laden with munitions + of war and other stores. When they had gained the centre of the valley and + a general halt was accomplished, their commander, accompanied by one who + was apparently an officer, surveyed all the points of the locality; and, + when their companions had rested and refreshed themselves, they gave the + necessary orders for the preparation of a camp. The turf already afforded + a sufficient area for their present wants, but it was announced that on + the morrow they must commence clearing the brushwood. In the mean time, + one of the liveliest scenes of military life soon rapidly developed + itself: the canvas houses were pitched, the sentries appointed, the + videttes established. The commissariat was limited to bread and olives, + and generally the running stream, varied sometimes by coffee, and always + consoled by tobacco. + </p> + <p> + On the third day, amid their cheerful though by no means light labors, a + second caravan arrived, evidently expected and heartily welcomed. Then, in + another eight-and-forty hours, smaller bodies of men seemed to drop down + from the hills, generally without stores, but always armed. Then men came + from neighboring islands in open boats, and one morning a considerable + detachment crossed the water from Corsica. So that at the end of a week or + ten days there was an armed force of several hundred men in this once + silent valley, now a scene of constant stir and continual animation, for + some one or something was always arriving, and from every quarter; men and + arms and stores crept in from every wild pass of the mountains and every + little rocky harbor of the coast. + </p> + <p> + About this time, while the officer in command was reviewing a considerable + portion of the troops, the rest laboring in still clearing the brushwood + and establishing the many works incidental to a camp, half a dozen + horsemen were seen descending the mountain-pass by which the original body + had entered the valley. A scout had preceded them, and the troops with + enthusiasm awaited the arrival of that leader, a message from whose magic + name had summoned them to this secluded rendezvous from many a distant + state and city. Unruffled, but with an inspiring fire in his pleased keen + eye, that general answered their devoted salute, whom hitherto we have + known by his travelling name of Captain Bruges. + </p> + <p> + It was only toward the end of the preceding month that he had resolved to + take the field; but the organization of the secret societies is so + complete that he knew he could always almost instantly secure the + assembling of a picked force in a particular place. The telegraph + circulated its mystic messages to every part of France and Italy and + Belgium, and to some old friends not so conveniently at hand, but who he + doubted not would arrive in due time for action. He himself had employed + the interval in forwarding all necessary supplies, and he had passed + through Florence in order that he might confer with the great spirit of + Italian movement and plan with him the impending campaign. + </p> + <p> + After he had passed in review the troops, the general, with the officers + of his staff who had accompanied him, visited on foot every part of the + camp. Several of the men he recognized by name; to all of them he + addressed some inspiring word; a memory of combats in which they had + fought together, or happy allusions to adventures if romantic peril; some + question which indicated that local knowledge which is magical for those + who are away from home; mixed with all this, sharp, clear inquiries as to + the business of the hour, which proved the master of detail, severe in + discipline, but never deficient in sympathy for his troops. + </p> + <p> + After sunset, enveloped in their cloaks, the general and his companions, + the party increased by the officers who had been in command previous to + his arrival, smoked their cigars round the camp-fire. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Sarano,” said the general, “I will look over your muster-roll + to-morrow, but I should suppose I may count on a thousand rifles or so. I + want three, and we shall get them. The great man would have supplied them + me at once, but I will not have boys. He must send those on to Menotti. I + told him: ‘I am not a man of genius; I do not pretend to conquer kingdoms + with boys. Give me old soldiers, men who have served a couple of + campaigns, and been seasoned with four-and-twenty months of camp-life, and + I will not disgrace you or myself.’” + </p> + <p> + “We have had no news from the other place for a long time,” said Sarano. + “How is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Well enough. They are in the mountains about Nerola, in a position not + very unlike this; numerically strong, for Nicotera has joined them, and + Ghirelli with the Roman Legion is at hand. They must be quiet till the + great man joins them; I am told they are restless. There has been too much + noise about the whole business. Had they been as mum as you have been, we + should not have had all these representations from France and these + threatened difficulties from that quarter. The Papalini would have + complained and remonstrated, and Rattazzi could have conscientiously + assured the people at Paris that they were dealing with exaggerations and + bugbears; the very existence of the frontier force would have become a + controversy, and, while the newspapers were proving it was a myth, we + should have been in the Vatican.” + </p> + <p> + “And when shall we be there, general?” + </p> + <p> + “I do not want to move for a month. By that time I shall have two thousand + five hundred or three thousand of my old comrades, and the great man will + have put his boys in trim. Both bodies must leave their mountains at the + same time, join in the open country, and march to Rome.” + </p> + <p> + As the night advanced, several of the party rose and left the camp-fire—some + to their tents, some to their duties. Two of the staff remained with the + general. + </p> + <p> + “I am disappointed and uneasy that we have not heard from Paris,” said one + of them. + </p> + <p> + “I am disappointed,” said the general, “but not uneasy; she never makes a + mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “The risk was too great,” rejoined the speaker in a depressed tone. + </p> + <p> + “I do not see that,” said the general. “What is the risk? Who could + possibly suspect the lady’s maid of the Princess of Tivoli! I am told that + the princess has become quite a favorite at the Tuileries.” + </p> + <p> + “They say that the police is not so well informed as it used to be; + nevertheless, I confess I should be much happier were she sitting round + this camp-fire.” + </p> + <p> + “Courage!” said the general. “I do not believe in many things, but I do + believe in the divine Theodora. What say you, Captain Muriel? I hope you + are not offended by my criticism of young soldiers. You are the youngest + in our band, but you have good military stuff in you, and will be soon + seasoned.” + </p> + <p> + “I feel I serve under a master of the art,” replied Lothair, “and will not + take the gloomy view of Colonel Campian about our best friend, though I + share all his disappointment. It seems to me that detection is impossible. + I am sure that I could not have recognized her when I handed the princess + into her carriage.” + </p> + <p> + “The step was absolutely necessary,” said the general; “no one could be + trusted but herself—no other person has the influence. All our + danger is from France. The Italian troops will never cross the frontier to + attack us, rest assured of that. I have proof of it. And it is most + difficult, almost impossible, for the French to return. There never would + have been an idea of such a step, if there had been a little more + discretion at Florence, less of those manifestoes and speeches from + balconies. But we must not criticise one who is above criticism. Without + him we could do nothing, and when he stamps his foot men rise from the + earth. I will go the rounds; come with me, Captain Muriel. Colonel, I + order you to your tent; you are a veteran—the only one among us, at + least on the staff, who was wounded at Aspromonte.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0052" id="link2HCH0052"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 52 + </h2> + <p> + The life of Lothair had been so strange and exciting since he quitted + Muriel Towers that he had found little time for that reflection in which + he was once so prone to indulge. Perhaps he shrank from it. If he wanted + an easy distraction from self-criticism it may be a convenient + refuge from the scruples, or even the pangs, of conscience—it was + profusely supplied by the startling affairs of which he formed a part, the + singular characters with whom he was placed in contact, the risk and + responsibility which seemed suddenly to have encompassed him with their + ever-stimulating influence, and, lastly, by the novelty of foreign travel, + which, even under ordinary circumstances, has a tendency to rouse and stir + up even ordinary men. + </p> + <p> + So long as Theodora was his companion in their counsels, and he was + listening to her deep plans and daring suggestions, enforced by that calm + enthusiasm which was not the least powerful of her commanding spells, it + is not perhaps surprising that he should have yielded without an effort to + her bewitching ascendancy. But when they had separated, and she had + embarked on that perilous enterprise of personally conferring with the + chiefs of those secret societies of France, which had been fancifully + baptized by her popular name, and had nurtured her tradition as a + religious faith, it might have been supposed that Lothair, left to + himself, might have recurred to the earlier sentiments of his youth. But + he was not left to himself. He was left with her injunctions, and the + spirit of the oracle, though the divinity was no longer visible, pervaded + his mind and life. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was to accompany the general as one of his aides-de-camp, and he + was to meet Theodora again on what was contemplated as the field of + memorable actions. Theodora had wisely calculated on the influence, + beneficial in her view, which the character of a man like the general + would exercise over Lothair. This consummate military leader, though he + had pursued a daring career, and was a man of strong convictions, was + distinguished by an almost unerring judgment, and a mastery of method + rarely surpassed. Though he was without imagination or sentiment, there + were occasions on which he had shown he was not deficient in a becoming + sympathy, and he had a rapid and correct perception of character. He was a + thoroughly honest man, and, in the course of a life of great trial and + vicissitude, even envenomed foes had never impeached his pure integrity. + For the rest, he was unselfish, but severe in discipline, inflexible, and + even ruthless in the fulfilment of his purpose. A certain simplicity of + speech and conduct, and a disinterestedness which, even in little things, + was constantly exhibiting itself, gave to his character even charm, and + rendered personal intercourse with him highly agreeable. + </p> + <p> + In the countless arrangements which had to be made, Lothair was never + wearied in recognizing and admiring the prescience and precision of his + chief; and when the day had died, and for a moment they had ceased from + their labors, or were travelling together, often through the night, + Lothair found in the conversation of his companion, artless and + unrestrained, a wonderful fund of knowledge both of men and things, and + that, too, in very different climes and countries. + </p> + <p> + The camp in the Apennines was not favorable to useless reverie. Lothair + found unceasing and deeply-interesting occupation in his numerous and + novel duties; and, if his thoughts for a moment wandered beyond the barren + peaks around him, they were attracted and engrossed by one subject—and + that was, naturally, Theodora. From her they had heard nothing since her + departure, except a mysterious, though not discouraging, telegram which + was given to them by Colonel Campian when he had joined them at Florence. + It was difficult not to feel anxious about her, though the general would + never admit the possibility of her personal danger. + </p> + <p> + In this state of affairs, a week having elapsed since his arrival at the + camp, Lothair, who had been visiting the outposts, was summoned one + morning by an orderly to the tent of the general. That personage was on + his legs when Lothair entered it, and was dictating to an officer writing + at a table. + </p> + <p> + “You ought to know my military secretary,” said the general, as Lothair + entered, “and therefore I will introduce you.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair was commencing a suitable reverence of recognition as the + secretary raised his head to receive it, when he suddenly stopped, changed + color, and for a moment seemed to lose himself, and then murmured, “Is it + possible?” + </p> + <p> + It was indeed Theodora: clothed in male attire, she seemed a stripling. + </p> + <p> + “Quite possible,” she said, “and all is well. But I found it a longer + business than I had counted on. You see, there are so many new persons who + knew me only by tradition, but with whom it was necessary I should + personally confer. And I had more difficulty, just now, in getting through + Florence than I had anticipated. The Papalini and the French are both + worrying our allies in that city about the gathering on the southern + frontier, and there is a sort of examination, true or false, I will not + aver, of all who depart. However, I managed to pass with some soldiers’ + wives who were carrying fruit as far as Narni, and there I met an old + comrade of Aspromonte, who is a custom-officer now, but true to the good + cause, and he, and his daughter, who is with me, helped me through every + thing, and so I am with my dear friends again.” + </p> + <p> + After some slight conversation in this vein, Theodora entered into a + detailed narrative of her proceedings, and gave to them her views of the + condition of affairs. + </p> + <p> + “By one thing, above all others,” she said, “I am impressed, and that is, + the unprecedented efforts which Rome is making to obtain the return of the + French. There never was such influence exercised, such distinct offers + made, such prospects intimated. You may prepare yourself for any thing; a + papal coronation, a family pontiff—I could hardly say a King of + Rome, though he has been reminded of that royal fact. Our friends have + acted with equal energy and with perfect temper. The heads of the + societies have met in council, and resolved that, if France will refuse to + interfere, no domestic disturbance shall be attempted during this reign, + and they have communicated this resolution to headquarters. He trusts + them; he knows they are honest men. They did something like this before + the Italian War, when he hesitated about heading the army from the fear of + domestic revolution. Anxious to recover the freedom of Italy, they + apprized him that, if he personally entered the field, they would + undertake to insure tranquillity at home. The engagement was scrupulously + fulfilled. When I left Paris all looked well, but affairs require the + utmost vigilance and courage. It is a mighty struggle; it is a struggle + between the Church and the secret societies; and it is a death-struggle.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0053" id="link2HCH0053"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 53 + </h2> + <p> + During the week that elapsed after the arrival of Theodora at the camp, + many recruits, and considerable supplies of military stores, reached the + valley. Theodora really acted as secretary to the general, and her labors + were not light. Though Lothair was frequently in her presence, they were, + never, or rarely, alone, and, when they conversed together, her talk was + of details. The scouts, too, had brought information, which might have + been expected, that their rendezvous was no longer a secret at Rome. The + garrison of the neighboring town of Viterbo had, therefore, been + increased, and there was even the commencement of an intrenched camp in + the vicinity of that place, to be garrisoned by a detachment of the legion + of Antibes and other good troops, so that any junction between the general + and Garibaldi, if contemplated, should not be easily effected. + </p> + <p> + In the mean time, the life of the camp was busy. The daily drill and + exercise of two thousand men was not a slight affair, and the constant + changes in orders which the arrival of bodies of recruits occasioned, + rendered this primary duty more difficult; the office of quartermaster + required the utmost resource and temper; the commissariat, which, from the + nature of the country, could depend little upon forage, demanded extreme + husbandry and forbearance. But, perhaps, no labors were more severe than + those of the armorers, the clink of whose instruments resounded + unceasingly in the valley. And yet such is the magic of method, when + directed by a master-mind, that the whole went on with the regularity and + precision of machinery. More than two thousand armed men, all of whom had + been accustomed to an irregular, some to a lawless, life, were as docile + as children; animated, in general, by what they deemed a sacred cause, and + led by a chief whom they universally alike adored and feared. + </p> + <p> + Among these wild warriors, Theodora, delicate and fragile, but with a mien + of majesty, moved, like the spirit of some other world, and was viewed by + them with admiration not unmixed with awe. Veterans round the camp-fire, + had told to the new recruits her deeds of prowess and devotion; how + triumphantly she had charged at Voltorno, and how heroically she had borne + their standard when they were betrayed at fatal Aspromonte. + </p> + <p> + The sun had sunk behind the mountains, but was still high in the western + heaven, when a mounted lancer was observed descending a distant pass into + the valley. The general and his staff had not long commenced their + principal meal of the day, of which the disappearance of the sun behind + the peak was the accustomed signal. This permitted them, without + inconvenience, to take their simple repast in the open, but still warm, + air. Theodora was seated between the general and her husband, and her eye + was the first that caught the figure of the distant but descending + stranger. + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + The general, immediately using his telescope, after a moment’s + examination, said: “A lancer of the royal guard.” + </p> + <p> + All eyes were now fixed upon the movements of the horseman. He had + descended the winding steep, and now was tracking the craggy path which + led into the plain. As he reached the precinct of the camp, he was + challenged, but not detained. Nearer and nearer he approached, and it was + evident, from his uniform, that the conjecture of his character by the + general was correct. + </p> + <p> + “A deserter from the guard,” whispered Colonel Campian, to Lothair. + </p> + <p> + The horseman was conducted by an officer to the presence of the commander. + When that presence was reached, the lancer, still silent, slowly lowered + his tall weapon, and offered the general the dispatch which was fastened + to the head of his spear. + </p> + <p> + Every eye was on the countenance of their chief as he perused the missive, + but that countenance was always inscrutable. It was observed, however, + that he read the paper twice. Looking up, the general said, to the + officer: “See that the bearer is well quartered.—This is for you,” + he added in a low voice to Theodora, and he gave her an enclosure; “read + it quietly, and then come into my tent.” + </p> + <p> + Theodora read the letter, and quietly; though, without the preparatory + hint, it might have been difficult to have concealed her emotion. Then, + after a short pause, she rose, and the general, requesting his companions + not to disturb themselves, joined her, and they proceeded in silence to + his tent. + </p> + <p> + “He is arrested,” said the general when they had entered it, “and taken to + Alessandria, where he is a close prisoner. ‘Tis a blow, but I am more + grieved than surprised.” + </p> + <p> + This was the arrest of Garibaldi at Sinigaglia by the Italian government, + which had been communicated at Hexham House to Monsignore Berwick by his + evening visitor. + </p> + <p> + “How will it affect operations in the field?” inquired Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “According to this dispatch, in no degree. Our original plan is to be + pursued, and acted upon the moment we are ready. That should be in a + fortnight, or perhaps three weeks. Menotti is to take the command on the + southern frontier. Well, it may prevent jealousies. I think I shall send + Sarano there to reconnoitre; he is well both with Nicotera and Ghirelli, + and may keep things straight.” + </p> + <p> + “But there are other affairs besides operations in the field,” said + Theodora, “and scarcely less critical. Read this,” and she gave him the + enclosure, which ran in these words: + </p> + <p> + “The general will tell thee what has happened. Have no fear for that. All + will go right. It will not alter our plans a bunch of grapes. Be perfectly + easy about this country. No Italian soldier will ever cross the frontier + except to combat the French. Write that on thy heart. Are other things as + well? Other places? My advices are bad. All the prelates are on their + knees to him—with blessings on their lips and curses in their + pockets. Archbishop of Paris is as bad as any. Berwick is at Biarritz—an + inexhaustible intriguer; the only priest I fear. I hear from one who never + misled me that the Polhes brigade has orders to be in readiness. The + Mary-Anne societies are not strong enough for the situation—too + local; he listens to them, but he has given no pledge. We must go deeper. + ‘Tis an affair of ‘Madre Natura.’ Thou must see Colonna.” + </p> + <p> + “Colonna is at Rome,” said the general, “and cannot be spared. He is + acting president of the National Committee, and has enough upon his + hands.” + </p> + <p> + “I must see him,” said Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “I had hoped I had heard the last of the ‘Madre Natura,’” said the general + with an air of discontent. + </p> + <p> + “And the Neapolitans hope they have heard the last of the eruptions of + their mountain,” said Theodora; “but the necessities of things are sterner + stuff than the hopes of men.” + </p> + <p> + “Its last effort appalled and outraged Europe,” said the general. + </p> + <p> + “Its last effort forced the French into Italy, and has freed the country + from the Alps to the Adriatic,” rejoined Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “If the great man had only been as quiet as we have been,” said the + general, lighting a cigar, “we might have been in Rome by this time.” + </p> + <p> + “If the great man had been quiet, we should not have had a volunteer in + our valley,” said Theodora. “My faith in him is implicit; he has been + right in every thing, and has never failed except when he has been + betrayed. I see no hope for Rome except in his convictions and energy. I + do not wish to die, and feel I have devoted my life only to secure the + triumph of Savoyards who have sold their own country, and of priests whose + impostures have degraded mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! those priests!” exclaimed the general. “I really do not much care for + any thing else. They say the Savoyard is not a bad comrade, and at any + rate he can charge like a soldier. But those priests? I fluttered them + once! Why did I spare any? Why did I not burn down St. Peter’s? I proposed + it, but Mirandola, with his history and his love of art and all that old + furniture, would reserve it for a temple of the true God and for the glory + of Europe! Fine results we have accomplished! And now we are here, hardly + knowing where we are, and, as it appears, hardly knowing what to do.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so, dear general,” said Theodora. “Where we are is the threshold of + Rome, and if we are wise we shall soon cross it. This arrest of our great + friend is a misfortune, but not an irredeemable one. I thoroughly credit + what he says about the Italian troops. Rest assured he knows what he is + talking about; they will never cross the frontier against us. The danger + is from another land. But there will be no peril if we are prompt and + firm. Clear your mind of all these dark feelings about the ‘Madre Natura.’ + All that we require is that the most powerful and the most secret + association in Europe should ratify what the local societies of France + have already intimated. It will be enough. Send for Colonna, and leave the + rest to me.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0054" id="link2HCH0054"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 54 + </h2> + <p> + The “Madre Natura” is the oldest, the most powerful, and the most occult, + of the secret societies of Italy. Its mythic origin reaches the era of + paganism, and it is not impossible that it may have been founded by some + of the despoiled professors of the ancient faith. As time advanced, the + brotherhood assumed many outward forms, according to the varying spirit of + the age: sometimes they were freemasons, sometimes they were soldiers, + sometimes artists, sometimes men of letters. But whether their external + representation were a lodge, a commandery, a studio, or an academy, their + inward purpose was ever the same; and that was to cherish the memory, and, + if possible, to secure the restoration of the Roman Republic, and to expel + from the Aryan settlement of Romulus the creeds and sovereignty of what + they styled the Semitic invasion. + </p> + <p> + The “Madre Natura” have a tradition that one of the most celebrated of the + popes was admitted to their fraternity as Cardinal del Medici, and that + when he ascended the throne, mainly through their labors, he was called + upon to cooperate in the fulfilment of the great idea. An individual who, + in his youth, has been the member of a secret society, and subsequently + ascends a throne, may find himself in an embarrassing position. This, + however, according to the tradition, which there is some documentary + ground to accredit, was not the perplexing lot of his holiness Pope Leo X. + His tastes and convictions were in entire unison with his early + engagements, and it is believed that he took an early and no unwilling + opportunity of submitting to the conclave a proposition to consider + whether it were not both expedient and practicable to return to the + ancient faith, for which their temples had been originally erected. + </p> + <p> + The chief tenet of the society of “Madre Natura” is denoted by its name. + They could conceive nothing more benignant and more beautiful, more + provident and more powerful, more essentially divine, than that system of + creative order to which they owed their being, and in which it was their + privilege to exist. But they differed from other schools of philosophy + that have held this faith, in this singular particular: they recognize the + inability of the Latin race to pursue the worship of Nature in an abstract + spirit, and they desired to revive those exquisite personifications of the + abounding qualities of the mighty mother which the Aryan genius had + bequeathed to the admiration of man. Parthenope was again to rule at + Naples instead of Januarius, and starveling saints and winking madonnas + were to restore their usurped altars to the god of the silver bow and the + radiant daughter of the foaming wave. + </p> + <p> + Although the society of “Madre Natura” themselves accepted the allegorical + interpretation which the Neo-Platonists had placed upon the pagan creeds + during the first ages of Christianity, they could not suppose that the + populace could ever comprehend an exposition so refined, not to say so + fanciful. They guarded, therefore, against the corruptions and abuses of + the religion of Nature by the entire abolition of the priestly order, and + in the principle that every man should be his own priest they believed + they had found the necessary security. + </p> + <p> + As it was evident that the arrest of Garibaldi could not be kept secret, + the general thought it most prudent to be himself the herald of its + occurrence, which he announced to the troops in a manner as little + discouraging as he could devise. It was difficult to extenuate the + consequences of so great a blow, but they were assured that it was not a + catastrophe, and would not in the slightest degree affect the execution of + the plans previously resolved on. Two or three days later some increase of + confidence was occasioned by the authentic intelligence that Garibaldi had + been removed from his stern imprisonment at Alessandria, and conveyed to + his island-home, Caprera, though still a prisoner. + </p> + <p> + About this time, the general said to Lothair: “My secretary has occasion + to go on an expedition. I shall send a small detachment of cavalry with + her, and you will be at its head. She has requested that her husband + should have this office, but that is impossible; I cannot spare my best + officer. It is your first command, and, though I hope it will involve no + great difficulty, there is no command that does not require courage and + discretion. The distance is not very great, and so long as you are in the + mountains you will probably be safe; but in leaving this range and gaining + the southern Apennines, which is your point of arrival, you will have to + cross the open country. I do not hear the Papalini are in force there; I + believe they have concentrated themselves at Rome, and about Viterbo. If + you meet any scouts and reconnoitring parties, you will be able to give a + good account of them, and probably they will be as little anxious to + encounter you as you to meet them. But we must be prepared for every + thing, and you may be threatened by the enemy in force; in that case you + will cross the Italian frontier, in the immediate neighborhood of which + you will keep during the passage of the open country, and surrender + yourselves and your arms to the authorities. They will not be very severe; + but, at whatever cost and whatever may be the odds, Theodora must never be + a prisoner to the Papalini. You will depart to-morrow at dawn.” + </p> + <p> + There is nothing so animating, so invigorating alike to the body and soul, + so truly delicious, as travelling among mountains in the early hours of + day. The freshness of Nature falls upon a responsive frame, and the + nobility of the scene discards the petty thoughts that pester ordinary + life. So felt Captain Muriel, as with every military precaution he + conducted his little troop and his precious charge among the winding + passes of the Apennines; at first dim in the matin twilight, then soft + with incipient day, then coruscating with golden flashes. Sometimes they + descended from the austere heights into the sylvan intricacies of + chestnut-forests, amid the rush of waters and the fragrant stir of ancient + trees; and, then again ascending to lofty summits, ranges of interminable + hills, gray or green, expanded before them, with ever and anon a glimpse + of plains, and sometimes the splendor and the odor of the sea. + </p> + <p> + Theodora rode a mule, which had been presented to the general by some + admirer. It was an animal of remarkable beauty and intelligence, perfectly + aware, apparently, of the importance of its present trust, and proud of + its rich accoutrements, its padded saddle of crimson velvet, and its + silver bells. A couple of troopers formed the advanced guard, and the same + number at a certain distance furnished the rear. The body of the + detachment, fifteen strong, with the sumpter-mules, generally followed + Theodora, by whose side, whenever the way permitted, rode their commander. + Since he left England Lothair had never been so much with Theodora. What + struck him most now, as indeed previously at the camp, was that she never + alluded to the past. For her there would seem to be no Muriel Towers, no + Belmont, no England. You would have supposed that she had been born in the + Apennines and had never quitted them. All her conversation was details, + political or military. Not that her manner was changed to Lothair. It was + not only as kind as before, but it was sometimes unusually and even + unnecessary tender, as if she reproached herself for the too frequent and + too evident self-engrossment of her thoughts, and wished to intimate to + him that, though her brain were absorbed, her heart was still gentle and + true. + </p> + <p> + Two hours after noon they halted in a green nook, near a beautiful cascade + that descended in a mist down a sylvan cleft, and poured its pellucid + stream, for their delightful use, into a natural basin of marble. The men + picketed their horses, and their corporal, who was a man of the country + and their guide, distributed their rations. All vied with each other in + administering to the comfort and convenience of Theodora, and Lothair + hovered about her as a bee about a flower, but she was silent, which he + wished to impute to fatigue. But she said she was not at all fatigued, + indeed quite fresh. Before they resumed their journey he could not refrain + from observing on the beauty of their resting-place. She assented with a + pleasing nod, and then resuming her accustomed abstraction she said: “The + more I think, the more I am convinced that the battle is not to be fought + in this country, but in France.” + </p> + <p> + After one more ascent, and that comparatively a gentle one, it was evident + that they were gradually emerging from the mountainous region. Their + course since their halting lay through a spur of the chief chain they had + hitherto pursued, and a little after sunset they arrived at a farm-house, + which the corporal informed his captain was the intended quarter of + Theodora for the night, as the horses could proceed no farther without + rest. At dawn they were to resume their way, and soon to cross the open + country, where danger, if any, was to be anticipated. + </p> + <p> + The farmer was frightened when he was summoned from his house by a party + of armed men; but having some good ducats given him in advance, and being + assured they were all Christians, he took heart and labored to do what + they desired. Theodora duly found herself in becoming quarters, and a + sentry was mounted at her residence. The troopers, who had been quite + content to wrap themselves in their cloaks and pass the night in the air, + were pleased to find no despicable accommodation in the out-buildings of + the farm, and still more with the proffered vintage of their host. As for + Lothair, he enveloped himself in his mantle and threw himself on a bed of + sacks, with a truss of Indian corn for his pillow, and, though he began by + musing over Theodora, in a few minutes he was immersed in that profound + and dreamless sleep which a life of action and mountain-air combined can + alone secure. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0055" id="link2HCH0055"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 55 + </h2> + <p> + The open country extending from the Apennines to the very gates of Rome, + and which they had now to cross, was in general a desert; a plain clothed + with a coarse vegetation, and undulating with an interminable series of + low and uncouth mounds, without any of the grace of form which always + attends the disposition of Nature. Nature had not created them. They were + the offspring of man and time, and of their rival powers of destruction. + Ages of civilization were engulfed in this drear expanse. They were the + tombs of empires and the sepulchres of contending races. The Campagna + proper has at least the grace of aqueducts to break its monotony, and + everywhere the cerulean spell of distance; but in this grim solitude + antiquity has left only the memory of its violence and crimes, and nothing + is beautiful except the sky. + </p> + <p> + The orders of the general to direct their course as much as possible in + the vicinity of the Italian frontier, though it lengthened their journey, + somewhat mitigated its dreariness, and an hour after noon, after + traversing some flinty fields, they observed in the distance an + olive-wood, beneath the pale shade of which, and among whose twisted + branches and contorted roots, they had contemplated finding a + halting-place. But here the advanced guard observed already an encampment, + and one of them rode back to report the discovery. + </p> + <p> + A needless alarm; for, after a due reconnoissance, they were ascertained + to be friends—a band of patriots about to join the general in his + encampment among the mountains. They reported that a division of the + Italian army was assembled in force upon the frontier, but that several + regiments had already signified to their commanders that they would not + fight against Garibaldi or his friends. They confirmed also the news that + the great leader himself was a prisoner at Caprera; that, although, his + son Menotti by his command had withdrawn from Nerola, his force was really + increased by the junction of Ghirelli and the Roman legion, twelve hundred + strong, and that five hundred riflemen would join the general in the + course of the week. + </p> + <p> + A little before sunset they had completed the passage of the open country, + and had entered the opposite branch of the Apennines, which they had long + observed in the distance. After wandering among some rocky ground, they + entered a defile amid hills covered with ilex, and thence emerging found + themselves in a valley of some expanse and considerable cultivation; + bright crops, vineyards in which the vine was married to the elm, orchards + full of fruit, and groves of olive; in the distance blue hills that were + becoming dark in the twilight, and in the centre of the plain, upon a + gentle and wooded elevation, a vast file of building, the exact character + of which at this hour it was difficult to recognize, for, even as Theodora + mentioned to Lothair that they now beheld the object of their journey, the + twilight seemed to vanish and the stars glistened in the dark heavens. + </p> + <p> + Though the building seemed so near, it was yet a considerable time before + they reached the wooded hill, and, though its ascent was easy, it was + night before they halted in face of a huge gate flanked by high stone + walls. A single light in one of the windows of the vast pile which it + enclosed was the only evidence of human habitation. + </p> + <p> + The corporal sounded a bugle, and immediately the light moved and noises + were heard—the opening of the hall-doors, and then the sudden flame + of torches, and the advent of many feet. The great gate slowly opened, and + a steward and several serving-men appeared. The steward addressed Theodora + and Lothair, and invited them to dismount and enter what now appeared to + be a garden with statues and terraces and fountains and rows of cypress, + its infinite dilapidation not being recognizable in the deceptive hour; + and he informed the escort that their quarters were prepared for them, to + which they were at once attended. Guiding their captain and his charge, + they soon approached a double flight of steps, and, ascending, reached the + main terrace from which the building immediately rose. It was, in truth, a + castle of the middle ages, on which a Roman prince, at the commencement of + the last century, had engrafted the character of one of those vast and + ornate villas then the mode, but its original character still asserted + itself, and, notwithstanding its Tuscan basement and its Ionic pilasters, + its rich pediments and delicate volutes, in the distant landscape it still + seemed a fortress in the commanding position which became the residence of + a feudal chief. + </p> + <p> + They entered, through a Palladian vestibule, a hall which they felt must + be of huge dimensions, though with the aid of a single torch it was + impossible to trace its limits, either of extent or of elevation. Then + bowing before them, and lighting as it were their immediate steps, the + steward guided them down a long and lofty corridor, which led to the + entrance of several chambers, all vast, with little furniture, but their + wells covered with pictures. At length he opened a door and ushered them + into a saloon, which was in itself bright and glowing, but of which the + lively air was heightened by its contrast with the preceding scene. It was + lofty, and hung with faded satin in gilded panels still bright. An ancient + chandelier of Venetian crystal hung illumined from the painted ceiling, + and on the silver dogs of the marble hearth a fresh block of cedar had + just been thrown and blazed with aromatic light. + </p> + <p> + A lady came forward and embraced Theodora, and then greeted Lothair with + cordiality. “We must dine to-day even later than you do in London,” said + the Princess of Tivoli, “but we have been expecting you these two hours.” + Then she drew Theodora aside, and said, “He is here; but you must be + tired, my best beloved. As some wise man said: ‘Business to-morrow.’” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said Theodora; “now, now,—I am never tired. The only thing + that exhausts me is suspense.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be so. At present I will take you away to shake the dust off + your armor, and, Serafino, attend to Captain Muriel.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0056" id="link2HCH0056"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 56 + </h2> + <p> + When they assembled again in the saloon there was an addition to their + party in the person of a gentleman of distinguished appearance. His age + could hardly have much exceeded that of thirty, but time had agitated his + truly Roman countenance, one which we now find only in consular and + imperial busts, or in the chance visage of a Roman shepherd or a + Neapolitan bandit. He was a shade above the middle height, with a frame of + well-knit symmetry. His proud head was proudly placed on broad shoulders, + and neither time nor indulgence had marred his slender waist. His + dark-brown hair was short and hyacinthine, close to his white forehead, + and naturally showing his small ears. He wore no whiskers, and his + mustache was limited to the centre of his upper lip. + </p> + <p> + When Theodora entered and offered him her hand he pressed it to his lips + with gravity and proud homage, and then their hostess said: “Captain + Muriel, let me present you to a prince who will not bear his titles, and + whom, therefore, I must call by his name—Romolo Colonna.” + </p> + <p> + The large folding-doors, richly painted and gilt, though dim from neglect + and time, and sustained by columns of precious marbles, were suddenly + opened and revealed another saloon, in which was a round table brightly + lighted, and to which the princess invited her friends. + </p> + <p> + Their conversation at dinner was lively and sustained; the travels of the + last two days formed a natural part and were apposite to commence with, + but they were soon engrossed in the great subject of their lives; and + Colonna, who had left Rome only four-and-twenty hours, gave them + interesting details of the critical condition of that capital. When the + repast was concluded the princess rose, and, accompanied by Lothair, + reentered the saloon, but Theodora and Colonna lingered behind, and, + finally seating themselves at the farthest end of the apartment in which + they had dined, became engaged in earnest conversation. + </p> + <p> + “You have seen a great deal since we first met at Belmont,” said the + princess to Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me now,” said Lothair, “that I knew as much of life then as I + did of the stars above us, about whose purposes and fortunes I used to + puzzle myself.” + </p> + <p> + “And might have remained in that ignorance. The great majority of men + exist but do not live—like Italy in the last century. The power of + the passions, the force of the will, the creative energy of the + imagination—these make life, and reveal to us a world of which the + million are entirely ignorant You have been fortunate in your youth to + have become acquainted with a great woman. It develops all a man’s powers, + and gives him a thousand talents.” + </p> + <p> + “I often think,” said Lothair, “that I have neither powers nor talents, + but am drifting without an orbit.” + </p> + <p> + “Into infinite space,” said the princess. “Well, one might do worse than + that. But it is not so. In the long-run your nature will prevail, and you + will fulfil your organic purpose; but you will accomplish your ends with a + completeness which can only be secured by the culture and development you + are now experiencing.” + </p> + <p> + “And what is my nature?” said Lothair. “I wish you would tell me.” + </p> + <p> + “Has not the divine Theodora told you?” + </p> + <p> + “She has told me many things, but not that.” + </p> + <p> + “How, then, could I know,” said the princess, “if she has not discovered + it?” + </p> + <p> + “But perhaps she has discovered it,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! then she would tell you,” said the princess, “for she is the soul of + truth.” + </p> + <p> + “But she is also the soul of kindness, and she might wish to spare my + feelings.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that is very modest, and I dare say not affected. For there is no + man, however gifted, even however conceited, who has any real confidence + in himself until he has acted.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we shall soon act,” said Lothair, “and then I. suppose I shall know + my nature.” + </p> + <p> + “In time,” said the princess, “and with the continued inspiration of + friendship.” + </p> + <p> + “But you too are a great friend of Theodora?” + </p> + <p> + “Although a woman. I see you are laughing at female friendships, and, + generally speaking, there is foundation for the general sneer. I will own, + for my part, I have every female weakness, and in excess. I am vain, I am + curious, I am jealous, and I am envious; but I adore Theodora. I reconcile + my feelings toward her and my disposition in this way. It is not + friendship—it is worship. And indeed there are moments when I + sometimes think she is one of those beautiful divinities that we once + worshipped in this land, and who, when they listened to our prayers, at + least vouchsafed that our country should not be the terrible wilderness + that you crossed this day.” + </p> + <p> + In the mean time Colonna, with folded arms and eyes fixed on the ground, + was listening to Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “Thus you see,” she continued, “it comes to this—Rome can only be + freed by the Romans. He looks upon the secret societies of his own country + as he does upon universal suffrage—a wild beast, and dangerous, but + which may be watched and tamed and managed by the police. He listens, but + he plays with them. He temporizes. At the bottom of his heart, his Italian + blood despises the Gauls. It must be something deeper and more touching + than this. Rome must appeal to him, and in the ineffable name.” + </p> + <p> + “It has been uttered before,” said Colonna, looking up at his companion, + “and—” And he hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “And in vain you would say,” said Theodora. “Not so. There was a + martyrdom, but the blood of Felice baptized the new birth of Italian life. + But I am not thinking of bloodshed. Had it not been for the double + intrigues of the Savoyards it need not then have been shed. We bear him no + ill-will—at least not now—and we can make great offers. Make + them. The revolution in Gaul is ever a mimicry of Italian thought and + life. Their great affair of the last century, which they have so marred + and muddied, would never have occurred had it not been for Tuscan reform; + 1848 was the echo of our societies; and the Seine will never be disturbed + if the Tiber flows unruffled. Let him consent to Roman freedom, and ‘Madre + Natura’ will guarantee him against Lutetian barricades.” + </p> + <p> + “It is only the offer of Mary-Anne in another form,” said Colonna. + </p> + <p> + “Guarantee the dynasty,” said Theodora. “There is the point. He can trust + us. Emperors and kings break treaties without remorse, but he knows that + what is registered by the most ancient power in the world is sacred.” + </p> + <p> + “Can republicans guarantee dynasties?” said Colonna, shaking his head. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is a dynasty, when we are dealing with eternal things? The + casualties of life compared with infinite space? Rome is eternal. + Centuries of the most degrading and foreign priestcraft—enervating + rites brought in by Helliogabalus and the Syrian emperors—have failed + to destroy her. Dynasties! Why, even in our dark servitude we have seen + Merovingian and Carlovingian kings, and Capets, and Valois, and Bourbons, + and now Bonapartes. They have disappeared, and will disappear like + Orgetorix and the dynasties of the time of Caesar. What we want is Rome + free. Do not you see that everything has been preparing for that event? + This monstrous masquerade of United Italy—what is it but an + initiatory ceremony, to prove that Italy without Rome is a series of + provinces? Establish the Roman republic, and the Roman race will, as + before, conquer them in detail. And, when the Italians are thus really + united, what will become of the Gauls? Why, the first Bonaparte said that + if Italy were really united the Gauls would have no chance. And he was a + good judge of such things.” + </p> + <p> + “What would you have me do, then?” said Colonna. + </p> + <p> + “See him—see him at once. Say every thing that I have said, and say + it better. His disposition is with us. Convenience, all political + propriety, counsel and would justify his abstinence. A return to Rome + would seem weak, fitful, capricious, and would prove that his previous + retirement was ill-considered and ill-informed. It would disturb and alarm + Europe. But you have, nevertheless, to fight against great odds. It is + ‘Madre Natura’ against St. Peter’s. Never was the abomination of the world + so active as at present. It is in the very throes of its fell despair. To + save itself it would poison in the Eucharist.” + </p> + <p> + “And if I fail?” said Colonna. + </p> + <p> + “You will not fail. On the whole, his interest lies on our side.” + </p> + <p> + “The sacerdotal influences are very strong there. When the calculation of + interest is fine, a word, a glance, sometimes a sigh, a tear, may have a + fatal effect.” + </p> + <p> + “All depends upon him,” said Theodora. “If he were to disappear from the + stage, interference would be impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “But he is on the stage, and apparently will remain.” + </p> + <p> + “A single life should not stand between Rome and freedom.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “I mean that Romolo Colonna should go to Paris and free his country.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0057" id="link2HCH0057"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 57 + </h2> + <p> + When Captain Muriel and his detachment returned to the camp, they found + that the force had been not inconsiderably increased in their absence, + while the tidings of the disposition of the Italian army brought by the + recruits and the deserters from the royal standard, cherished the hopes of + the troops, and stimulated their desire for action. Theodora had been far + more communicative during their journey back than in that of her + departure. She was less absorbed, and had resumed that serene yet even + sympathizing character which was one of her charms. Without going into + detail, she mentioned more than once to Lothair how relieved she felt by + Colonna accepting the mission to Paris. He was a person of so much + influence, she said, and of such great judgment and resource. She augured + the most satisfactory results from his presence on the main scene of + action. + </p> + <p> + Time passed rapidly at the camp. When a life of constant activity is + combined with routine, the hours fly. Neither letter nor telegram arrived + from Colonna, and neither was expected; and yet. Theodora heard from him, + and even favorably. One day, as she was going the rounds with her husband, + a young soldier, a new recruit, approached her, and, pressing to his lips + a branch of the olive-tree, presented it to her. On another occasion when + she returned to her tent, she found a bunch of fruit from the same tree, + though not quite ripe, which showed that the cause of peace had not only + progressed but had almost matured. All these communications sustained her + sanguine disposition, and, full of happy confidence, she labored with + unceasing and inspiring energy, so that when the looked-for signal came + they might be prepared to obey it; and rapidly gather the rich fruition of + their glorious hopes. + </p> + <p> + While she was in this mood of mind, a scout arrived from Nerola, bringing + news that a brigade of the French army had positively embarked at + Marseilles, and might be hourly expected at Civita Vecchia. The news was + absolute. The Italian consul at Marseilles had telegraphed to his + government both when the first regiment was on board and when the last had + embarked. Copies of these telegrams had been forwarded instantly by a + secret friend to the volunteers on the southern frontier. + </p> + <p> + When Theodora heard this news she said nothing, but, turning pale, she + quitted the group round the general and hastened to her own tent. She told + her attendant, the daughter of the custom-house officer at Narni, and a + true child of the mountains, that no one must approach her, not even + Colonel Campian, and the girl sat without the tent at its entrance, + dressed in her many-colored garments, with fiery eyes and square white + teeth, and her dark hair braided with gold coins and covered with a long + white kerchief of perfect cleanliness; and she had a poniard at her side + and a revolver in her hand, and she would have used both weapons sooner + than that her mistress should be disobeyed. + </p> + <p> + Alone in her tent, Theodora fell upon her knees, and, lifting up her hands + to heaven and bowing her head to the earth, she said: “O God! whom I have + ever worshipped, God of justice and of truth, receive the agony of my + soul!” + </p> + <p> + And on the earth she remained for hours in despair. + </p> + <p> + Night came, and it brought no solace, and the day returned, but to her it + brought no light. Theodora was no longer seen. The soul of the camp seemed + extinct. The mien of majesty that ennobled all; the winning smile that + rewarded the rifleman at his practice and the sapper at his toil; the + inciting word that reanimated the recruit and recalled to the veteran the + glories of Sicilian struggles—all vanished—all seemed + spiritless and dull, and the armorer clinked his forge as if he were the + heartless hireling of a king. + </p> + <p> + In this state of moral discomfiture there was one person who did not lose + his head, and this was the general. Calm, collected, and critical, he + surveyed the situation and indicated the possible contingencies. “Our + best, if not our only, chance,” he said to Colonel Campian, “is this—that + the Italian army now gathered in force upon the frontier should march to + Rome and arrive there before the French. Whatever then happens, we shall + at least get rid of the great imposture, but in all probability the French + and Italians will fight. In that case I shall join the Savoyards, and in + the confusion we may do some business yet.” + </p> + <p> + “This embarkation,” said the colonel, “explains the gathering of the + Italians on the frontier. They must have foreseen this event at Florence. + They never can submit to another French occupation. It would upset their + throne. The question is, who will be at Rome first.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so,” said the general; “and as it is an affair upon which all + depends, and is entirely beyond my control, I think I shall now take a + nap.” So saying, he turned into his tent, and, in five minutes, this brave + and exact man, but in whom the muscular development far exceeded the + nervous, was slumbering without a dream. + </p> + <p> + Civita Vecchia was so near at hand, and the scouts of the general were so + numerous and able, that he soon learned the French had not yet arrived, + and another day elapsed and still no news of the French. But, on the + afternoon of the following day, the startling but authentic information + arrived, that, after the French army having embarked and remained two days + in port, the original orders had been countermanded, and the troops had + absolutely disembarked. + </p> + <p> + There was a cheer in the camp when the news was known, and Theodora + started from her desolation, surprised that there could be in such a scene + a sound of triumph. Then there was another cheer, and though she did not + move, but remained listening and leaning on her arm, the light returned to + her eyes. The cheer was repeated, and there were steps about her tent. She + caught the voice of Lothair speaking to her attendant, and adjuring her to + tell her mistress immediately that there was good news, and that the + French troops had disembarked. Then he heard her husband calling Theodora. + </p> + <p> + The camp became a scene of excitement and festivity which, in general, + only succeeds some signal triumph. The troops lived always in the air, + except in the hours of night, when the atmosphere of the mountains in the + late autumn is dangerous. At present they formed groups and parties in the + vicinity of the tents; there was their gay canteen and there their + humorous kitchen. The man of the Gulf with his rich Venetian banter and + the Sicilian with his scaramouch tricks got on very well with the gentle + and polished Tuscan, and could amuse without offending the high Roman + soul; but there were some quips and cranks and sometimes some antics which + were not always relished by the simpler men from the islands, and the + offended eye of a Corsican sometimes seemed to threaten “vendetta.” + </p> + <p> + About sunset, Colonel Campian led forth Theodora. She was in female + attire, and her long hair, restrained only by a fillet, reached nearly to + the ground. Her Olympian brow seemed distended; a phosphoric light + glittered in her Hellenic eyes; a deep pink spot burnt upon each of those + cheeks usually so immaculately fair. + </p> + <p> + The general and the chief officers gathered round her with their + congratulations, but she would visit all the quarters. She spoke to the + men in all the dialects of that land of many languages. The men of the + Gulf, in general of gigantic stature, dropped their merry Venetian stories + and fell down on their knees and kissed the hem of her garment; the + Scaramouch forgot his tricks, and wept as he would to the Madonna; Tuscany + and Rome made speeches worthy of the Arno and the Forum; and the Corsicans + and the islanders unsheathed their poniards and brandished them in the + air, which is their mode of denoting affectionate devotion. As the night + advanced, the crescent moon glittering above the Apennine, Theodora, + attended by the whole staff, having visited all the troops, stopped at the + chief fire of the camp, and in a voice which might have maddened nations + sang the hymn of Roman liberty, the whole army ranged in ranks along the + valley joining in the solemn and triumphant chorus. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0058" id="link2HCH0058"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 58 + </h2> + <p> + This exaltation of feeling in the camp did not evaporate. All felt that + they were on the eve of some great event, and that the hour was at hand. + And it was in this state of enthusiasm that couriers arrived with the + intelligence that Garibaldi had escaped from Caprera, that he had reached + Nerola in safety, and was in command of the assembled forces; and that the + general was, without loss of time, to strike his camp, join the main body + at a given place, and then march to Rome. + </p> + <p> + The breaking-up of the camp was as the breaking-up of a long frost and the + first scent of spring. There was a brightness in every man’s face and a + gay elasticity in all their movements. But when the order of the day + informed them that they must prepare for instant combat, and that in + eight-and-forty hours they would probably be in face of the enemy, the + hearts of the young recruits fluttered with strange excitement, and the + veterans nodded to each other with grim delight. + </p> + <p> + It was nearly midnight when the troops quitted the valley, through a + defile, in an opposite direction to the pass by which they had entered it. + It was a bright night. Colonel Campian had the command of the division in + advance, which was five hundred strong. After the defile, the country, + though hilly, was comparatively open, and here the advanced guard was to + halt until the artillery and cavalry had effected the passage, and this + was the most laborious and difficult portion of the march, but all was + well considered, and all went right. The artillery and cavalry, by + sunrise, had joined the advanced guard, who were bivouacking in the rocky + plain, and about noon the main columns of the infantry began to deploy + from the heights, and, in a short time, the whole force was in the field. + Soon after this some of the skirmishers, who had been sent forward, + returned, and reported the enemy in force, and in a strong position, + commanding the intended route of the invading force. On this the general + resolved to halt for a few hours, and rest and refresh the troops, and to + recommence their march after sunset, so that, without effort, they might + be in the presence of the enemy by dawn. + </p> + <p> + Lothair had been separated from Theodora during this, to him, novel and + exciting scene. She had accompanied her husband, but, when the whole force + advanced in battle array, the general had desired that she should + accompany the staff. They advanced through the night, and by dawn they + were fairly in the open country. In the distance, and in the middle of the + rough and undulating plain, was a round hill with an ancient city, for it + was a bishop’s see, built all about and over it. It would have looked like + a gigantic beehive, had it not been for a long convent on the summit, + flanked by some stone-pines, as we see in the pictures of Gaspar and + Claude. + </p> + <p> + Between this city and the invading force, though not in a direct line, was + posted the enemy in a strong position; their right wing protected by one + of the mounds common in the plain, and their left backed by an olive-wood + of considerable extent, and which grew on the last rocky spur of the + mountains. They were, therefore, as regards the plain, on commanding + ground. The strength of the two forces was not unequal, and the papal + troops were not to be despised, consisting, among others, of a detachment + of the legion of Antibes and the Zouaves. They had artillery, which was + well posted. + </p> + <p> + The general surveyed the scene, for which he was not unprepared. Disposing + his troops in positions in which they were as much protected as possible + from the enemy’s fire, he opened upon them a fierce and continuous + cannonade, while he ordered Colonel Campian and eight hundred men to fall + back among the hills, and, following a circuitous path which had been + revealed by a shepherd, gain the spur of the mountains, and attack the + enemy in their rear through the olive-wood. It was calculated that this + movement, if successful, would require about three hours, and the general, + for that period of the time, had to occupy the enemy and his own troops + with what were, in realty, feint attacks. + </p> + <p> + When the calculated time had elapsed, the general became anxious, and his + glass was never from his eye. He was posted on a convenient ridge, and the + wind, which was high this day from the sea, frequently cleared the field + from the volumes of smoke; so his opportunities of observation were good. + But the three hours passed, and there was no sign of the approach of + Campian, and he ordered Sarano, with his division, to advance toward the + mound and occupy the attention of the right wing of the enemy; but, very + shortly after Lothair had carried this order, and four hours having + elapsed, the general observed some confusion in the left wing of the + enemy, and, instantly countermanding the order, commanded a general attack + in line. The troops charged with enthusiasm, but they were encountered + with a resolution as determined. At first they carried the mound, broke + the enemy’s centre, and were mixed up with their great guns; but the enemy + fiercely rallied, and the invaders were repulsed. The papal troops + retained their position, and their opponents were in disorder on the + plain, and a little dismayed. It was at this moment that Theodora rushed + forward, and, waving a sword in one hand, and in the other the standard of + the republic, exclaimed, “Brothers, to Rome!” + </p> + <p> + This sight inflamed their faltering hearts, which, after all, were rather + confounded than dismayed. They formed and rallied round her, and charged + with renewed energy at the very moment that Campian had brought the force + of his division on the enemy’s rear. A panic came over the papal troops, + thus doubly assailed, and their rout was complete. They retreated in the + utmost disorder to Viterbo, which they abandoned that night, and hurried + to Rome. + </p> + <p> + At the last moment, when the victory was no longer doubtful, and all were + in full retreat or in full pursuit, a Zouave, in wantonness, firing his + weapon before he throw it away, sent a random-shot which struck Theodora, + and she fell. Lothair, who had never left her during the battle, was at + her side in a moment, and a soldier, who had also marked the fatal shot; + and, strange to say, so hot and keen was the pursuit, that, though a + moment before they seemed to be in the very thick of the strife, they + almost instantaneously found themselves alone, or rather with no + companions than the wounded near them. She looked at Lothair, but, at + first, could not speak. She seemed stunned, but soon murmured: “Go! go! + you are wanted!” + </p> + <p> + At this moment the general rode up with some of his staff. His countenance + was elate, and his eye sparkled with fire. But, catching the figure of + Lothair kneeling on the field, he reined in his charger and said, “What is + this?” Then looking more closely, he instantly dismounted, and muttering + to himself, “This mars the victory,” he was at Theodora’s side. + </p> + <p> + A slight smile came over her when she recognized the general, and she + faintly pressed his hand, and then said again: “Go, go; you are all + wanted.” + </p> + <p> + “None of up are wanted. The day is won; we must think of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it won?” she murmured. + </p> + <p> + “Complete.” + </p> + <p> + “I die content.” + </p> + <p> + “Who talks of death?” said the general. “This is a wound, but I have had + some worse. What we must think of now are remedies. I passed an ambulance + this moment. Run for, it,” he said to his aide-de-camp. “We must stanch + the wound at once; but it is only a mile to the city, and then we shall + find every thing, for we were expected. I will ride on, and there shall be + proper attendance ready before you arrive. You will conduct our friend to + the city,” he said to Lothair, “and be of good courage, as I am.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0059" id="link2HCH0059"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 59 + </h2> + <p> + The troops were rushing through the gates of the city when the general + rode up. There was a struggling and stifling crowd; cheers and shrieks. It + was that moment of wild fruition, when the master is neither recognized + nor obeyed. It is not easy to take a bone out of a dog’s mouth; + nevertheless, the presence of the general in time prevailed, something + like order was established, and, before the ambulance could arrive, a + guard had been appointed to receive it, and the ascent to the monastery, + where a quarter was prepared, kept clear. + </p> + <p> + During the progress to the city Theodora never spoke, but she seemed + stunned rather than suffering; and once, when Lothair, who was walking by + her side, caught her glance with his sorrowful and anxious face, she put + forth her hand, and pressed his. + </p> + <p> + The ascent to the convent was easy, and the advantages of air and + comparative tranquillity which the place offered counterbalanced the risk + of postponing, for a very brief space, the examination of the wound. + </p> + <p> + They laid her on their arrival on a large bed, without poles or canopy, in + a lofty whitewashed room of considerable dimensions, clean and airy, with + high, open windows. There was no furniture in the room except a chair, a + table, and a crucifix. Lothair took her in his arms and laid her on the + bed; and the common soldier who had hitherto assisted him, a giant in + stature, with a beard a foot long, stood by the bedside crying like a + child. The chief surgeon almost at the same moment arrived with an + aide-de-camp of the general, and her faithful female attendant, and in a + few minutes her husband, himself wounded and covered with dust. + </p> + <p> + The surgeon at once requested that all should withdraw except her devoted + maid, and they waited his report without, in that deep sad silence which + will not despair, and yet dares not hope. + </p> + <p> + When the wound had been examined and probed and dressed, Theodora in a + faint voice said, “Is it desperate?” + </p> + <p> + “Not desperate,” said the surgeon, “but serious. All depends upon your + perfect tranquility—of mind as well as body.” + </p> + <p> + “Well I am here and cannot move; and as for my mind, I am not only serene, + but happy.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we shall get through this,” said the surgeon, encouragingly. + </p> + <p> + “I do not like you to stay with me,” said Theodora. “There are other + sufferers besides myself.” + </p> + <p> + “My orders are not to quit you,” said the surgeon, “but I can be of great + use within these walls. I shall return when the restorative has had its + effect. But remember, if I be wanted, I am always here.” + </p> + <p> + Soon after this Theodora fell into a gentle slumber, and after two hours + woke refreshed. The countenance of the surgeon when he again visited her + was less troubled; it was hopeful. + </p> + <p> + The day was now beginning to decline; notwithstanding the scenes of tumult + and violence near at hand, all was here silent; and the breeze, which had + been strong during the whole day, but which blew from the sea, and was + very soft, played gratefully upon the pale countenance of the sufferer. + Suddenly she said, “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + And they answered and said, “We heard nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “I hear the sound of great guns,” said Theodora. + </p> + <p> + And they listened, and in a moment both the surgeon and the maid heard the + sound of distant ordnance. + </p> + <p> + “The liberator is at hand,” said the maid. + </p> + <p> + “I dare say,” said the surgeon. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Theodora, looking distressed. “The sounds do not come from his + direction. Go and see, Dolores; ask, and tell me what are these sounds.” + </p> + <p> + The surgeon was sitting by her side, and occasionally touching her pulse, + or wiping the slight foam from her brow, when Dolores returned and said, + “Lady, the sounds are the great guns of Civita Vecchia.” + </p> + <p> + A deadly change come over the countenance of Theodora, and the surgeon + looked alarmed. He would have given her some restorative, but she refused + it. “No, kind friend,” she said; “it is finished. I have just received a + wound more fatal than the shot in the field this morning. The French are + at Rome. Tell me, kind friend, how long do you think I may live?” + </p> + <p> + The surgeon felt her pulse; his look was gloomy. “In such a case as + yours,” he said, “the patient is the best judge.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” she said. “Send, then, at once for my husband.” + </p> + <p> + He was at hand, for his wound had been dressed in the convent, and he came + to Theodora with his arm in a sling, but with the attempt of a cheerful + visage. + </p> + <p> + In the mean time, Lothair, after having heard the first, and by no means + hopeless, bulletin of the surgeon, had been obliged to leave the convent + to look after his men, and having seen them in quarters and made his + report to the general, he obtained permission to return to the convent and + ascertain the condition of Theodora. Arrived there, he heard that she had + had refreshing slumber, and that her husband was now with her, and a ray + of hope lighted up the darkness of his soul. He was walking up and down + the refectory of the convent with that sickening restlessness which + attends impending and yet uncertain sorrow, when Colonel Campian entered + the apartment and beckoned to him. + </p> + <p> + There was an expression in his face which appalled Lothair, and he was + about to inquire after Theodora, when his tongue cleaved to the roof of + his mouth, and he could not speak. The Colonel shook his head, and said in + a low, hollow voice, “She wishes to see you, and alone. Come.” + </p> + <p> + Theodora was sitting in the bed, propped up by cushions, when Lothair + entered, and, as her wound was internal, there was no evidence of her + sufferings. The distressful expression of her face, when she heard the + great guns of Civita Vecchia, had passed away. It was serious, but it was + serene. She bade her maid leave the chamber, and then she said to Lothair, + “It is the last time I shall speak to you, and I wish that we should be + alone. There is something much on my mind at this moment, and you can + relieve it.” + </p> + <p> + “Adored being,” murmured Lothair with streaming eyes, “there is no wish of + yours that I will not fulfil.” + </p> + <p> + “I know your life, for you have told it me, and you are true. I know your + nature; it is gentle and brave, but perhaps too susceptible. I wished it + to be susceptible only of the great and good. Mark me—I have a vague + but strong conviction that there will be another and a more powerful + attempt to gain you to the Church of Rome. If I have ever been to you, as + you have sometimes said, an object of kind thoughts—if not a + fortunate, at least a faithful friend—promise me now, at this hour + of trial, with all the solemnity that becomes the moment, that you will + never enter that communion.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair would have spoken, but his voice was choked, and he could only + press her hand and bow his head. + </p> + <p> + “But promise me,” said Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “I promise,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “And now,” she said, “embrace me, for I wish that your spirit should be + upon me as mine departs.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0060" id="link2HCH0060"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 60 + </h2> + <p> + It was a November day in Rome, and the sky was as gloomy as the heaven of + London. The wind moaned through the silent streets, deserted except by + soldiers. The shops were shut, not a civilian or a priest could be seen. + The Corso was occupied by the Swiss Guard and Zouaves, with artillery + ready to sweep it at a moment’s notice. Six of the city gates were shut + and barricaded with barrels full of earth. Troops and artillery were also + posted in several of the principal piazzas, and on some commanding + heights, and St. Peter’s itself was garrisoned. + </p> + <p> + And yet these were the arrangements rather of panic than precaution. The + utmost dismay pervaded the council-chamber of the Vatican. Since the news + had arrived of the disembarkation of the French troops at Marseilles, all + hope of interference had expired. It was clear that Berwick had been + ultimately foiled, and his daring spirit and teeming device were the last + hope, as they were the ablest representation, of Roman audacity and + stratagem. The Revolutionary Committee, whose abiding-place or agents + never could be traced or discovered, had posted every part of the city, + during the night, with their manifesto, announcing that the hour had + arrived; an attempt, partially successful, had been made to blow up the + barracks of the Zouaves; and the cardinal secretary was in possession of + information that an insurrection was immediate, and that the city would be + fired in four different quarters. + </p> + <p> + The pope had escaped from the Vatican to the Castle of St. Angelo, where + he was secure, and where his courage could be sustained by the presence of + the Noble Guard, with their swords always drawn. The six-score of + monsignori, who in their different offices form what is styled the court + of Rome, had either accompanied his holiness, or prudently secreted + themselves in the strongest palaces and convents at their command. Later + in the day news arrived of the escape of Garibaldi from Caprera; he was + said to be marching on the city, and only five-and-twenty miles distant. + There appeared another proclamation from the Revolutionary Committee, + mysteriously posted under the very noses of the guards and police, + postponing the insurrection till the arrival of the liberator. + </p> + <p> + The papal cause seemed hopeless. There was a general feeling throughout + the city and all classes, that this time it was to be an affair of Alaric + or Genseric, or the Constable of Bourbon; no negotiations, no compromises, + no conventions, but slaughter, havoc, a great judicial devastation, that + was to extirpate all signs and memories of Mediaeval and Semitic Rome, and + restore and renovate the inheritance of the true offspring of the + she-wolf. The very aspect of the place itself was sinister. Whether it + were the dulness of the dark sky, or the frown of Madre Natura herself, + but the old Seven Hills seemed to look askance. The haughty capitol, + impatient of its chapels, sighed once more for triumphs; and the proud + Palatine, remembering the Caesars, glanced with imperial contempt on the + palaces of the papal princelings that, in the course of ignominious ages, + had been constructed out of the exhaustless womb of its still sovereign + ruin. The Jews in their quarter spoke nothing, but exchanged a curious + glance, as if to say, “Has it come at last? And will they indeed serve her + as they served Sion?” + </p> + <p> + This dreadful day at last passed, followed by as dreadful a night, and + then another day equally gloomy, equally silent, equally panic-stricken. + Even insurrection would have been a relief amid the horrible and wearing + suspense. On the third day the government made some wild arrests of the + wrong persons, and then came out a fresh proclamation from the + Revolutionary Committee, directing the Romans to make no move until the + advanced guard of Garibaldi had appeared upon Monte Mario. About this time + the routed troops of the pope arrived in confusion from Viterbo, and of + course extenuated their discomfiture by exaggerating the strength of their + opponents. According to them, they had encountered not less than ten + thousand men, who now; having joined the still greater force of Garibaldi, + were in full march on the city. + </p> + <p> + The members of the papal party who showed the greatest spirit and the + highest courage at this trying conjuncture were the Roman ladies and their + foreign friends. They scraped lint for the troops as incessantly as they + offered prayers to the Virgin. Some of them were trained nurses, and they + were training others to tend the sick and wounded. They organized a + hospital service, and when the wounded arrived from Viterbo, + notwithstanding the rumors of incendiarism and massacre, they came forth + from their homes, and proceeded in companies, with no male attendants but + armed men, to the discharge of their self-appointed public duties. There + were many foreigners in the papal ranks, and the sympathies and services + of the female visitors to Rome were engaged for their countrymen. + Princesses of France and Flanders might be seen by the tressel-beds of + many a suffering soldier of Dauphin and Brabant; but there were numerous + subjects of Queen Victoria in the papal ranks—some Englishmen, + several Scotchmen, and many Irish. For them the English ladies had + organized a special service. Lady St. Jerome, with unflagging zeal, + presided over this department; and the superior of the sisterhood of + mercy, that shrank from no toil and feared no danger in the fulfilment of + those sacred duties of pious patriots, was Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + She was leaning over the bed of one who had been cut down in the + olive-wood by a sabre of Campian’s force, when a peal of artillery was + heard. She thought that her hour had arrived, and the assault had + commenced. + </p> + <p> + “Most holy Mary!” she exclaimed, “sustain me.” + </p> + <p> + There was another peal, and it was repeated, and again and again at + regular intervals. + </p> + <p> + “That is not a battle, it is a salute,” murmured the wounded soldier. + </p> + <p> + And he was right; it was the voice of the great guns telling that the + French had arrived. + </p> + <p> + The consternation of the Revolutionary Committee, no longer sustained by + Colonna, absent in France, was complete. Had the advanced guard of + Garibaldi been in sight, it might still have been the wisest course to + rise; but Monte Mario was not yet peopled by them, and an insurrection + against the papal troops, reanimated by the reported arrival of the + French, and increased in numbers by the fugitives from Viterbo, would have + been certainly a rash and probably a hopeless effort. And so, in the midst + of confused and hesitating councils, the first division of the French + force arrived at the gates of Rome, and marched into the gloomy and silent + city. + </p> + <p> + Since the interference of St. Peter and St. Paul against Alaric, the + papacy had never experienced a more miraculous interposition in its favor. + Shortly after this the wind changed, and the sky became serene; a sunbeam + played on the flashing cross of St. Peter’s; the Pope left the Castle of + Angelo, and returned to the Quirinal; the Noble Guard sheathed their + puissant blades; the six-score of monsignori reappeared in all their busy + haunts and stately offices; and the court of Rome, no longer despairing of + the republic, and with a spirit worthy of the Senate after Cannae, ordered + the whole of its forces into the field to combat its invaders, with the + prudent addition, in order to insure a triumph, of a brigade of French + infantry armed with chassepots. + </p> + <p> + Garibaldi, who was really at hand, hearing of these events, fell back on + Monte Rotondo, about fifteen miles from the city, and took up a strong + position. He was soon attacked by his opponents, and defeated with + considerable slaughter, and forced to fly. The papal troops returned to + Rome in triumph, but with many wounded. The Roman ladies and their friends + resumed their noble duties with enthusiasm. The ambulances were + apportioned to the different hospitals, and the services of all were + required. Our own countrymen had suffered severely, but the skill and + energy and gentle care of Clare Arundel and her companions only increased + with the greater calls upon their beautiful and sublime virtue. + </p> + <p> + A woman came to Miss Arundel and told her that, in one of the ambulances, + was a young man whom they could not make out. He was severely wounded, and + had now swooned; but they had reason to believe he was an Englishman. + Would she see him and speak to him? And she went. + </p> + <p> + The person who had summoned her was a woman of much beauty, not an + uncommon quality in Rome, and of some majesty of mien, as little rare, in + that city. She was said, at the time when some inquiry was made, to be + Maria Serafina de Angelis, the wife of a tailor in the Ripetta. + </p> + <p> + The ambulance was in the court-yard of the hospital of the Santissima + Trinita di Pellegrini. The woman pointed to it, and then went away. There + was only one person in the ambulance; the rest had been taken to the + hospital, but he had been left because he was in a swoon, and they were + trying to restore him. Those around the ambulance made room for Miss + Arundel as she approached, and she beheld a young man, covered with the + stains of battle, and severely wounded; but his countenance was uninjured + though insensible. His eyes were closed, and his auburn hair fell in + clusters on his white forehead. The sister of mercy touched the pulse to + ascertain whether there yet was life, but, in the very act, her own frame + became agitated, and the color left her cheek as she recognized—Lothair. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0061" id="link2HCH0061"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 61 + </h2> + <p> + When Lothair in some degree regained consciousness, he found himself in + bed. The chamber was lofty and dim, and had once been splendid. + Thoughtfulness had invested it with an air of comfort rare under Italian + roofs. The fagots sparkled on the hearth, the light from the windows was + veiled with hangings, and the draughts from the tall doors guarded against + by screens. And by his bedside there were beautiful flowers, and a + crucifix, and a silver bell. + </p> + <p> + Where was he? He looked up at the velvet canopy above, and then at the + pictures that covered the walls, but there was no familiar aspect. He + remembered nothing since he was shot down in the field of Mentana, and + even that incoherently. + </p> + <p> + And there had been another battle before that, followed by a catastrophe + still more dreadful. When had all this happened, and where? He tried to + move his bandaged form, but he had no strength, and his mind seemed weaker + than his frame. But he was soon sensible that he was not alone. A veiled + figure gently lifted him, and another one refreshed his pillows. He spoke, + or tried to speak, but one of them pressed her finger to her shrouded + lips, and he willingly relapsed into the silence which he had hardly + strength enough to break. + </p> + <p> + And sometimes these veiled and gliding ministers brought him sustenance + and sometimes remedies, and he complied with all their suggestions, but + with absolute listlessness; and sometimes a coarser hand interposed, and + sometimes he caught a countenance that was not concealed, but was ever + strange. He had a vague impression that they examined and dressed his + wounds, and arranged his bandages; but whether he really had wounds, and + whether he were or were not bandaged, he hardly knew, and did not care to + know. He was not capable of thought, and memory was an effort under which + he always broke down. Day after day he remained silent and almost + motionless alike in mind and body. He had a vague feeling that, after some + great sorrows, and some great trials, he was in stillness and in safety; + and he had an indefinite mysterious sentiment of gratitude to some unknown + power, that had cherished him in his dark calamities, and poured balm and + oil into his wounds. + </p> + <p> + It was in this mood of apathy that, one evening, there broke upon his ear + low but beautiful voices performing the evening service of the Church. His + eye glistened, his heart was touched by the vesper spell. He listened with + rapt attention to the sweet and sacred strains, and when they died away he + felt depressed. Would they ever sound again? + </p> + <p> + Sooner than he could have hoped, for, when he woke in the morning from his + slumbers, which, strange to say, were always disturbed, for the mind and + the memory seemed to work at night though in fearful and exhausting chaos, + the same divine melodies that had soothed him in the eve, now sounded in + the glad and grateful worship of matin praise. + </p> + <p> + “I have heard the voice of angels,” he murmured to his veiled attendant. + </p> + <p> + The vesper and the matin hours became at once the epochs of his day. He + was ever thinking of them, and soon was thinking of the feelings which + their beautiful services celebrate and express. His mind seemed no longer + altogether a blank, and the religious sentiment was the first that + returned to his exhausted heart. + </p> + <p> + “There will be a requiem to-day,” whispered one of his veiled attendants. + </p> + <p> + A requiem! a service for the dead; a prayer for their peace and rest! And + who was dead? The bright, the matchless one, the spell and fascination of + his life! Was it possible? Could she be dead, who seemed vitality in its + consummate form? Was there ever such a being as Theodora? And if there + were no Theodora on earth, why should one think of any thing but heaven? + </p> + <p> + The sounds came floating down the chamber till they seemed to cluster + round his brain; sometimes solemn, sometimes thrilling, sometimes the + divine pathos melting the human heart with celestial sympathy and heavenly + solace. The tears fell fast from his agitated vision, and he sank back + exhausted, almost insensible, on his pillow. + </p> + <p> + “The Church has a heart for all our joys and all our sorrows, and for all + our hopes, and all our fears,” whispered a veiled attendant, as she bathed + his temples with fragrant waters. + </p> + <p> + Though the condition of Lothair had at first seemed desperate, his + youthful and vigorous frame had enabled him to rally, and, with time and + the infinite solicitude which he received, his case was not without hope. + But, though his physical cure was somewhat advanced, the prostration of + his mind seemed susceptible of no relief. The services of the Church + accorded with his depressed condition; they were the only events of his + life, and he cherished them. His attendants now permitted and even + encouraged him to speak; but he seemed entirely incurious and indifferent. + Sometimes they read to him, and he listened, but he never made remarks. + The works which they selected had a religious or ecclesiastical bias, even + while they were imaginative; and it seemed difficult not to be interested + by the ingenious fancy by which it was worked out, that every thing that + was true and sacred in heaven had its symbol and significance in the + qualities and accidents of earth. + </p> + <p> + After a month passed in this manner, the surgeons having announced that + Lothair might now prepare to rise from his bed, a veiled attendant said to + him one day, “There is a gentleman here who is a friend of yours, and who + would like to see you. And perhaps you would like to see him also for + other reasons, for you must have much to say to God after all that you + have suffered. And he is a most holy man.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no wish to see any one. Are you sure he is not a stranger?” asked + Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “He is in the next room,” said the attendant. “He has been here throughout + your illness, conducting our services; often by your bedside when you were + asleep, and always praying for you.” + </p> + <p> + The veiled attendant drew back and waved her hand, and some one glided + forward, and said in a low, soft voice, “You have not forgotten me?” + </p> + <p> + And Lothair beheld Monsignore Catesby. + </p> + <p> + “It is a long time since we met,” said Lothair, looking at him with some + scrutiny, and then all interest died away, and he turned away his vague + and wandering eyes. + </p> + <p> + “But you know me?” + </p> + <p> + “I know not where I am, and I but faintly comprehend what has happened,” + murmured Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “You are among friends,” said the monsignore, in tones of sympathy. “What + has happened,” he added, with an air of mystery, not unmixed with a + certain expression of ecstasy in his glance, “must be reserved for other + times, when you are stronger, and can grapple with such high themes.” + </p> + <p> + “How long have I been here?” inquired Lothair, dreamily. + </p> + <p> + “It is a month since the Annunciation.” + </p> + <p> + “What Annunciation?” + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” said the monsignore, and he raised his finger to his lip. “We must + not talk of these things—at least at present. No doubt, the same + blessed person that saved you from the jaws of death is at this moment + guarding over your recovery and guiding it; but we do not deserve, nor + does the Church expect, perpetual miracles. We must avail ourselves, under + Divine sanction, of the beneficent tendencies of Nature; and in your case + her operations must not be disturbed at this moment by any excitement, + except, indeed, the glow of gratitude for celestial aid, and the inward + joy which must permeate the being of any one who feels that he is among + the most favored of men.” + </p> + <p> + From this time Monsignore Catesby scarcely ever quitted Lothair. He hailed + Lothair in the morn, and parted from him at night with a blessing; and in + the interval Catesby devoted his whole life, and the inexhaustible + resources of his fine and skilled intelligence, to alleviate or amuse the + existence of his companion. Sometimes he conversed with Lothair, adroitly + taking the chief burden of the talk; and yet, whether it were bright + narrative or lively dissertation, never seeming to lecture or hold forth, + but relieving the monologue, when expedient, by an interesting inquiry, + which he was always ready in due time to answer himself, or softening the + instruction by the playfulness of his mind and manner. Sometimes he read + to Lothair, and attuned the mind of his charge to the true spiritual note + by melting passages from Kempis or Chrysostom. Then he would bring a + portfolio of wondrous drawings by the mediaeval masters, of saints and + seraphs, and accustom the eye and thought of Lothair to the forms and + fancies of the court of heaven. + </p> + <p> + One day, Lothair, having risen from his bed for the first time, and lying + on a sofa in an adjoining chamber to that in which he had been so long + confined, the monsignore seated himself by the side of Lothair, and, + opening a portfolio, took out a drawing and held it before Lothair, + observing his countenance with a glance of peculiar scrutiny. + </p> + <p> + “Well!” said Catesby, after some little pause, as if awaiting a remark + from his companion. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis beautiful!” said Lothair. “Is it by Raffaelle?” + </p> + <p> + “No; by Fra Bartolomeo. But the countenance, do you remember ever having + met such a one?” + </p> + <p> + Lothair shook his head. Catesby took out another drawing, the same + subject, the Blessed Virgin. “By Giulio,” said the monsignore, and he + watched the face of Lothair, but it was listless. + </p> + <p> + Then he showed Lothair another, and another, and another. At last he held + before him one which was really by Raffaelle, and by which Lothair was + evidently much moved. His eye lit up, a blush suffused his pale cheek, he + took the drawing himself, and held it before his gaze with a trembling + hand. + </p> + <p> + “Yes I remember this,” he murmured, for it was one of those faces of Greek + beauty which the great painter not infrequently caught up at Rome. The + monsignore looked gently round and waved his hand, and immediately arose + the hymn to the Virgin in subdued strains of exquisite melody. + </p> + <p> + On the next morning, when Lothair woke, he found on the table, by his + side, the drawing of the Virgin in a sliding frame. + </p> + <p> + About this time the monsignore began to accustom Lothair to leave his + apartment, and, as he was not yet permitted to walk, Catesby introduced + what he called an English chair, in which Lothair was enabled to survey a + little the place which had been to him a refuge and a home. It seemed a + building of vast size, raised round an inner court with arcades and + windows, and, in the higher story where he resided, an apparently endless + number of chambers and galleries. One morning, in their perambulations, + the monsignore unlocked the door of a covered way which had no light but + from a lamp which guided their passage. The opposite door at the end of + this covered way opened into a church, but one of a character different + from any which Lothair had yet entered. + </p> + <p> + It had been raised during the latter of the sixteenth century by Vignola, + when, under the influence of the great Pagan revival, the Christian church + began to assume the character of an Olympian temple. A central painted + cupola of large but exquisite proportions, supported by pilasters with + gilded capitals, and angels of white marble springing from golden + brackets; walls incrusted with rare materials of every tint, and altars + supported by serpentine columns of agate and alabaster; a blaze of + pictures, and statues, and precious stones, and precious metals, denoted + one of the chief temples of the sacred brotherhood of Jesus, raised when + the great order had recognized that the views of primitive and mediaeval + Christianity, founded on the humility of man, were not in accordance with + the age of confidence in human energy, in which they were destined to + rise, and which they were determined to direct. + </p> + <p> + Guided by Catesby, and leaning on a staff, Lothair gained a gorgeous side + chapel in which mass was celebrating; the air was rich with incense, and + all heaven seemed to open in the ministrations of a seraphic choir. + Crushed by his great calamities, both physical and moral, Lothair + sometimes felt that he could now be content if the rest of his life could + flow away amid this celestial fragrance and these gushing sounds of + heavenly melody. And absorbed in these feelings it was not immediately + observed by him that on the altar, behind the dazzling blaze of tapers, + was a picture of the Virgin, and identically the same countenance as that + he had recognized with emotion in the drawing of Raffaelle. + </p> + <p> + It revived perplexing memories which agitated him, thoughts on which it + seemed his brain had not now strength enough to dwell, and yet with which + it now seemed inevitable for him to grapple. The congregation was not very + numerous, and, when it broke up, several of them lingered behind and + whispered to the monsignore, and then, after a little time, Catesby + approached Lothair and said: “There are some here who would wish to kiss + your hand, or even touch the hem of your garments. It is troublesome, but + natural, considering all that has occurred and that this is the first + time, perhaps, that they have met any one who has been so favored.” + </p> + <p> + “Favored!” said Lothair; “Am I favored? It seems to me I am the most + forlorn of men—if even I am that.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” said the monsignore, “we must not talk of these things at + present;” and he motioned to some, who approached and contemplated Lothair + with blended curiosity and reverence. + </p> + <p> + These visits of Lothair to the beautiful church of the Jesuits became of + daily occurrence, and often happened several times on the same day; indeed + they formed the only incident which seemed to break his listlessness. He + became interested in the change and variety of the services, in the + persons and characters of the officiating priests. The soft manners of + these fathers, their intelligence in the performance of their offices, + their obliging carriage, and the unaffected concern with which all he said + or did seemed to inspire them, won upon him unconsciously. The church had + become his world; and his sympathies, if he still had sympathies, seemed + confined to those within its walls. + </p> + <p> + In the mean time his physical advancement though slow was gradual and had + hitherto never been arrested. He could even walk a little alone, though + artificially supported, and ramble about the halls and galleries full of a + prodigious quantity of pictures, from the days of Raffael Sanzio to those + of Raffael Mengs. + </p> + <p> + “The doctors think now we might try a little drive,” said the monsignore + one morning. “The rains have ceased and refreshed every thing. To-day is + like the burst of spring;” and, when Lothair seemed to shudder at the idea + of facing any thing like the external world, the monsignore suggested + immediately that they should go out in a close carriage, which they + finally entered in the huge quadrangle of the building. Lothair was so + nervous that he pulled down even the blind of his window; and the + monsignore, who always humored him, half pulled down his own. + </p> + <p> + Their progress seemed through a silent land, and they could hardly be + traversing streets. Then the ascent became a little precipitous, and then + the carriage stopped, and the monsignore said: “Here is a solitary spot. + We shall meet no one. The view is charming, and the air is soft.” And he + placed his hand gently on the arm of Lothair, and, as it were, drew him + out of the carriage. + </p> + <p> + The sun was bright, and the sky was bland. There was something in the + breath of Nature that was delightful. The scent of violets was worth all + the incense in the world; all the splendid marbles and priestly vestments + seemed hard and cold when compared with the glorious colors of the cactus + and the wild forms of the golden and gigantic aloes. The Favonian breeze + played on the brow of this beautiful hill, and the exquisite palm-trees, + while they bowed their rustling heads, answered in responsive chorus to + the antiphon of Nature. + </p> + <p> + The dreary look that had been so long imprinted on the face of Lothair + melted away. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis well that we came, is it not?” said Catesby; “and now we will seat + ourselves.” Below and before them, on an undulating site, a city of + palaces and churches spread out its august form, enclosing within its + ample walls sometimes a wilderness of classic ruins—column, and + arch, and theatre—sometimes the umbrageous spread of princely + gardens. A winding and turbid river divided the city in unequal parts, in + one of which there rose a vast and glorious temple, crowned with a dome of + almost superhuman size and skill, on which the favorite sign of heaven + flashed with triumphant truth. + </p> + <p> + The expression of relief which, for a moment, had reposed on the face of + Lothair, left it when he said, in an agitated voice, “I at length behold + Rome!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0062" id="link2HCH0062"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 62 + </h2> + <p> + This recognition of Rome by Lothair evinced not only a consciousness of + locality, but an interest in it not before exhibited; and the monsignore + soon after seized the opportunity of drawing the mind of his companion to + the past, and feeling how far he now realized the occurrences that + immediately preceded his arrival in the city. But Lothair would not dwell + on them. “I wish to think of nothing,” he said, “that happened before I + entered this city: all I desire now is to know those to whom I am indebted + for my preservation in a condition that seemed hopeless.” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing hopeless with Divine aid,” said the monsignore; “but, + humanly speaking, you are indebted for your preservation to English + friends, long and intimately cherished. It is under their roof that you + dwell, the Agostini palace, tenanted by Lord St. Jerome.” + </p> + <p> + “Lord St. Jerome!” murmured Lothair to himself. + </p> + <p> + “And the ladies of his house are those who, only with some slight + assistance from my poor self, tended you throughout your most desperate + state, and when we sometimes almost feared that mind and body were alike + wrecked.” + </p> + <p> + “I have a dream of angels,” said Lothair; “and sometimes I listened to + heavenly voices that I seemed to have heard before.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure you have not forgotten the ladies of that house?” said Catesby, + watching his countenance. + </p> + <p> + “No; one of them summoned me to meet her at Rome,” murmured Lothair, “and + I am here.” + </p> + <p> + “That summons was divine,” said Catesby, “and only the herald of the great + event that was ordained and has since occurred. In this holy city, Miss + Arundel must ever count as the most sanctified of her sex.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair lapsed into silence, which subsequently appeared to be meditation, + for, when the carriage stopped, and the monsignore assisted him to alight, + he said, “I must see Lord St. Jerome.” + </p> + <p> + And, in the afternoon, with due and preparatory announcement, Lord St. + Jerome waited on Lothair. The monsignore ushered him into the chamber, + and, though he left them as it were alone, never quitted it. He watched + them conversing, while he seemed to be arranging books and flowers; he + hovered over the conference, dropping down on them at a critical moment, + when the words became either languid or embarrassing. Lord St. Jerome was + a hearty man, simple and high-bred. He addressed Lothair with all his + former kindness, but with some degree of reserve, and even a dash of + ceremony. Lothair was not insensible to the alteration in his manner, but + could ascribe it to many causes. He was himself resolved to make an + effort, when Lord St. Jerome arose to depart, and expressed the intention + of Lady St. Jerome to wait on him on the morrow. “No, my dear lord,” said + Lothair; “to-morrow I make my first visit, and it shall be to my best + friends. I would try to come this evening, but they will not be alone; and + I must see them alone if it be only once.” + </p> + <p> + This visit of the morrow rather pressed on the nervous system of Lothair. + It was no slight enterprise, and called up many recollections. He brooded + over his engagement during the whole evening, and his night was disturbed. + His memory, long in a state of apathy, or curbed and controlled into + indifference, seemed endowed with unnatural vitality, reproducing the + history of his past life in rapid and exhausting tumult. All its scenes + rose before him—Brentham, and Vauxe, and, Muriel—and closing + with one absorbing spot, which, for a long time, it avoided, and in which + all merged and ended—Belmont. Then came that anguish of the heart, + which none can feel but those who in the youth of life have lost some one + infinitely fascinating and dear, and the wild query why he, too, had not + fallen on the fatal plain which had entombed all the hope and inspiration + of his existence. + </p> + <p> + The interview was not so trying an incident as Lothair anticipated, as + often under such circumstances occurs. Miss Arundel was not present; and, + in the second place, although Lothair could not at first be insensible to + a change in the manner of Lady St. Jerome, as well as in that of her lord, + exhibiting as it did a degree of deference and ceremony which with her + toward him were quite unusual, still the genial, gushing nature of this + lively and enthusiastic woman, full of sympathy, soon asserted itself, and + her heart was overflowing with sorrow for all his sufferings and gratitude + for his escape. + </p> + <p> + “And, after all,” she said, “every thing must have been ordained; and, + without these trials, and even calamities, that great event could not have + been brought about which must make all hail you as the most favored of + men.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair stared with a look of perplexity, and then said: “If I be the most + favored of men, it is only because two angelic beings have deigned to + minister to me in my sorrow, with a sweet devotion I can never forget, + and, alas! can never repay.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0063" id="link2HCH0063"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 63 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair was not destined to meet Clare Arundel alone or only in the + presence of her family. He had acceded, after a short time, to the wish of + Lady St. Jerome, and the advice of Monsignore Catesby, to wait on her in + the evening, when Lady St. Jerome was always at home and never alone. Her + rooms were the privileged resort of the very cream of Roman society and of + those English who, like herself, had returned to the Roman Church. An + Italian palace supplied an excellent occasion for the display of the + peculiar genius of our countrywomen to make a place habitable. Beautiful + carpets, baskets of flowers and cases of ferns, and chairs which you could + sit upon, tables covered with an infinity of toys—sparkling, useful, + and fantastic—huge silken screens of rich color, and a profusion of + light, produced a scene of combined comfort and brilliancy which made + every one social who entered it, and seemed to give a bright and graceful + turn even to the careless remarks of ordinary gossip. + </p> + <p> + Lady St. Jerome rose the moment her eye caught the entry of Lothair, and, + advancing, received him with an air of ceremony, mixed, however, with an + expression of personal devotion which was distressing to him, and + singularly contrasted with the easy and genial receptions that he + remembered at Vauxe. Then Lady St. Jerome led Lothair to her companion + whom she had just quitted, and presented him to the Princess + Tarpeia-Cinque Cento, a dame in whose veins, it was said, flowed both + consular and pontifical blood of the rarest tint. + </p> + <p> + The Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento was the greatest lady in Rome; had still + vast possessions—palaces and villas and vineyards and broad farms. + Notwithstanding all that had occurred, she still looked upon the kings and + emperors of the world as the mere servants of the pope, and on the old + Roman nobility as still the conscript fathers of the world. Her other + characteristic was superstition. So she was most distinguished by an + irrepressible haughtiness and an illimitable credulity. The only softening + circumstance was that, being in the hands of the Jesuits, her religion did + not assume an ascetic or gloomy character. She was fond of society, and + liked to show her wondrous jewels, which were still unrivalled, although + she had presented his holiness in his troubles with a tiara of diamonds. + </p> + <p> + There were rumors that the Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento had on occasions + treated even the highest nobility of England with a certain indifference; + and all agreed that to laymen, however distinguished, her highness was not + prone too easily to relax. But, in the present instance, it is difficult + to convey a due conception of the graciousness of her demeanor when + Lothair bent before her. She appeared even agitated, almost rose from her + seat, and blushed through her rouge. Lady St. Jerome, guiding Lothair into + her vacant seat, walked away. + </p> + <p> + “We shall never forget what you have done for us,” said the princess to + Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I have done nothing,” said Lothair, with a surprised air. + </p> + <p> + “Ali, that is so like gifted beings like you,” said the princess. “They + never will think they have done any thing, even were they to save the + world.” + </p> + <p> + “You are too gracious, princess,” said Lothair; “I have no claims to + esteem which all must so value.” + </p> + <p> + “Who has, if you have not?” rejoined the princess. “Yes, it is to you, and + to you alone, that we must look. I am very impartial in what I say, for, + to be frank, I have not been of those who believed that the great champion + would rise without the patrimony of St. Peter. I am ashamed to say that I + have even looked with jealousy on the energy that has been shown by + individuals in other countries; but I now confess that I was in error. I + cannot resist this manifestation. It was a privilege to have lived when it + happened. All that we can do now is to cherish your favored life.” + </p> + <p> + “You are too kind, madam,” murmured the perplexed Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I have done nothing,” rejoined the princess, “and am ashamed that I have + done nothing. But it is well for you, at this season, to be at Rome; and + you cannot be better, I am sure, than under this roof. But, when the + spring breaks, I hope you will honor me, by accepting for your use a villa + which I have at Albano, and which, at that season, has many charms.” + </p> + <p> + There were other Roman ladies in the room only inferior in rank and + importance to the Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento; and in the course of the + evening, at their earnest request, they were made acquainted with Lothair, + for it cannot be said he was presented to them. These ladies, generally so + calm, would not wait for the ordinary ceremony of life, but, as he + approached to be introduced, sank to the ground with the obeisance offered + only to royalty. + </p> + <p> + There were some cardinals in the apartment and several monsignori. Catesby + was there in close attendance on a pretty English countess, who had just + “gone over.” Her husband had been at first very much distressed at the + event, and tore himself from the severe duties of the House of Lords, in + the hope that he might yet arrive in time at Rome to save her soul. But he + was too late; and, strange to say, being of a domestic turn, and disliking + family dissensions, he remained at Rome during the rest of the session, + and finally “went over” himself. + </p> + <p> + Later in the evening arrived his eminence, Cardinal Berwick, for our + friend had gained, and bravely gained, the great object of a churchman’s + ambition, and which even our Laud was thinking at one time of accepting, + although he was to remain a firm Anglican. In the death-struggle between + the Church and the secret societies, Berwick had been the victor, and no + one in the Sacred College more truly deserved the scarlet hat. + </p> + <p> + His eminence had a reverence of radiant devotion for the Princess + Tarpeia-Cinque Cento, a glance of friendship for Lady St. Jerome—for + all, a courtly and benignant smile; but, when he recognized Lothair, he + started forward, seized and retained his hand, and then seemed speechless + with emotion. “Ah! my comrade in the great struggle!” he at length + exclaimed; “this is, indeed, a pleasure—and to see you here!” + </p> + <p> + Early in the evening, while Lothair was sitting by the side of the + princess, his eye had wandered round the room, not unsuccessfully, in + search of Miss Arundel; and, when he was free, he would immediately have + approached her, but she was in conversation with a Roman prince. Then, + when she was for a moment free, he was himself engaged; and, at last, he + had to quit abruptly a cardinal of taste, who was describing to him a + statue just discovered in the baths of Diocletian, in order to seize the + occasion that again offered itself. + </p> + <p> + Her manner was constrained when he addressed her, but she gave him her + hand, which he pressed to his lips. Looking deeply into her violet eyes, + he said: “You summoned me to meet you at Rome; I am here.” + </p> + <p> + “And I summoned you to other things,” she answered, at first with + hesitation and a blush; but then, as if rallying herself to the + performance of a duty too high to allow of personal embarrassment, she + added: “all of which you will perform, as becomes one favored by Heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “I have been favored by you,” said Lothair, speaking low and hurriedly; + “to whom I owe my life, and more than my life. Yes,” he continued, “this + is not the scene I would have chosen to express my gratitude to you for + all that you have done for me, and my admiration of your sublime virtues; + but I can no longer repress the feelings of my heart, though their + utterance be as inadequate as your deeds have been transcendent.” + </p> + <p> + “I was but the instrument of a higher power.” + </p> + <p> + “We are all instruments of a higher power, but the instruments chosen are + always choice.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, there it is!” said Miss Arundel; “and that is what I rejoice you + feel. For it is impossible that such a selection could have been made, as + in your case, without your being reserved for great results.” + </p> + <p> + “I am but a shattered actor for great results,” said Lothair, shaking his + head. + </p> + <p> + “You have had trials,” said Miss Arundel, “so had St. Ignatius, so had St. + Francis, and great temptations; but these are the tests of character, of + will, of spiritual power—the fine gold is searched. All things that + have happened have tended and have been ordained to one end, and that was + to make you the champion of the Church of which you are now more than the + child.” + </p> + <p> + “More than the child?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed I think so. However, this is hardly the place and occasion to + dwell on such matters; and, indeed, I know your friends—my friends + equally—are desirous that your convalescence should not be + unnecessarily disturbed by what must be, however delightful, still + agitating thoughts; but you touched yourself unexpectedly on the theme, + and, at any rate, you will pardon one who has the inconvenient quality of + having only one thought.” + </p> + <p> + “Whatever you say or think must always interest me.” + </p> + <p> + “You are kind to say so. I suppose you know that our cardinal, Cardinal + Grandison, will be here in a few days?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0064" id="link2HCH0064"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 64 + </h2> + <p> + Although the reception of Lothair by his old friends and by the leaders of + the Roman world was in the highest degree flattering, there was something + in its tone which was perplexing to him and ambiguous. Could they be + ignorant of his Italian antecedents? Impossible. Miss Arundel had + admitted, or rather declared, that he had experienced great trials, and, + even temptations. She could only allude to what had occurred since their + parting in England. But all this was now looked upon as satisfactory, + because it was ordained, and tended to one end; and what was that end? His + devotion to the Church of Rome, of which they admitted he was not formally + a child. + </p> + <p> + It was true that his chief companion was a priest, and that he passed a + great portion of his life within the walls of a church. But the priest was + his familiar friend in England, who in a foreign land had nursed him with + devotion in a desperate illness; and, although in the great calamities, + physical and moral, that had overwhelmed him, he had found solace in the + beautiful services of a religion which he respected, no one for a moment + had taken advantage of this mood of his suffering and enfeebled mind to + entrap him into controversy, or to betray him into admissions that he + might afterward consider precipitate and immature. Indeed, nothing could + be more delicate than the conduct of the Jesuit fathers throughout his + communications with them. They seemed sincerely gratified that a suffering + fellow creature should find even temporary consolation within their fair + and consecrated structure; their voices modulated with sympathy; their + glances gushed with fraternal affection; their affectionate politeness + contrived, in a thousand slight instances, the selection of a mass, the + arrangement of a picture, the loan of a book, to contribute to the + interesting or elegant distraction of his forlorn and brooding being. + </p> + <p> + And yet Lothair began to feel uneasy, and his uneasiness increased + proportionately as his health improved. He sometimes thought that he + should like to make an effort and get about a little in the world, but he + was very weak, and without any of the resources to which he had been + accustomed throughout life. He had no servants of his own, no carriages, + no man of business, no banker; and when at last he tried to bring himself + to write to Mr. Putney Giles—a painful task—Monsignore Catesby + offered to undertake his whole correspondence for him, and announced that + his medical attendants had declared that he must under no circumstances + whatever attempt at present to write a letter. Hitherto he had been + without money, which was lavishly supplied for his physicians and other + wants; and he would have been without clothes if the most fashionable + tailor in Rome, a German, had not been in frequent attendance on him under + the direction of Monsignore Catesby, who, in fact, had organized his + wardrobe as he did every thing else. + </p> + <p> + Somehow or other Lothair never seemed alone. When he woke in the morning + the monsignore was frequently kneeling before an oratory in his room, and + if by any chance Lothair was wanting at Lady St. Jerome’s reception, + Father Coleman, who was now on a visit to the family, would look in and + pass the evening with him, as men who keep a gaming-table find it discreet + occasionally to change the dealer. It is a huge and even stupendous pile—that + Palazzo Agostini, and yet Lothair never tried to thread his way through + its vestibules and galleries, or attempt a reconnaissance of its endless + chambers, without some monsignore or other gliding up quite propos and + relieving him from the dulness of solitary existence during the rest of + his promenade. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was relieved by hearing that his former guardian, Cardinal + Grandison, was daily expected at Rome; and he revolved in his mind whether + he should not speak to his eminence generally on the system of his life, + which he felt now required some modification. In the interval, however, no + change did occur. Lothair attended every day the services of the church, + and every evening the receptions of Lady St. Jerome; and between the + discharge of these two duties he took a drive with a priest—sometimes + with more than one, but always most agreeable men—generally in the + environs of the city, or visited a convent, or a villa, some beautiful + gardens, or a gallery of works of art. + </p> + <p> + It was at Lady St. Jerome’s that Lothair met his former guardian. The + cardinal had only arrived in the morning. His manner to Lothair was + affectionate. He retained Lothair’s hand and pressed it with his pale, + thin fingers; his attenuated countenance blazed for a moment with a divine + light. + </p> + <p> + “I have long wished to see you, sir,” said Lothair, “and much wish to talk + with you.” + </p> + <p> + “I can hear nothing from you nor of you but what must be most pleasing to + me,” said the cardinal. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could believe that,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + The cardinal caressed him; put his arm round Lothair’s neck and said, + “There is no time like the present. Let us walk together in this gallery,” + and they withdrew naturally from the immediate scene. + </p> + <p> + “You know all that has happened, I dare say,” said Lothair with + embarrassment and with a sigh, “since we parted in England, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “All,” said the cardinal. “It has been a most striking and merciful + dispensation.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I need not dwell upon it,” said Lothair, “and naturally it would be + most painful. What I wish particularly to speak to you about is my + position under this roof. What I owe to those who dwell under it no + language can describe, and no efforts on my part, and they shall be + unceasing, can repay. But I think the time has come when I ought no longer + to trespass on their affectionate devotion, though, when I allude to the + topic, they seem to misinterpret the motives which influence me, and to be + pained rather than relieved by my suggestions. I cannot bear being looked + upon as ungrateful, when in fact I am devoted to them. I think, sir, you + might help me in putting all this right.” + </p> + <p> + “If it be necessary,” said the cardinal; “but I apprehend you misconceive + them. When I last left Rome you were very ill, but Lady St. Jerome and + others have written to me almost daily about you, during my absence, so + that I am familiar with all that has occurred, and quite cognizant of + their feelings. Rest assured that, toward yourself, they are exactly what + they ought to be and what you would desire.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am glad,” said Lothair, “that you are acquainted with every thing + that has happened, for you can put them right if it be necessary; but I + sometimes cannot help fancying that they are under some false impression + both as to my conduct and my convictions.” + </p> + <p> + “Not in the slightest,” said the cardinal, “trust me, my dear friend, for + that. They know everything and appreciate everything; and, great as, no + doubt, have been your sufferings, feel that every thing has been ordained + for the best; that the hand of the Almighty has been visible throughout + all these strange events; that His Church was never more clearly built + upon a rock than at this moment; that this great manifestation will + revive, and even restore, the faith of Christendom; and that you yourself + must be looked upon as one of the most favored of men.” + </p> + <p> + “Everybody says that,” said Lothair, rather peevishly. + </p> + <p> + “And everybody feels it,” said the cardinal. + </p> + <p> + “Well, to revert to lesser points,” said Lothair, “I do not say I want to + return to England, for I dread returning to England, and do not know + whether I shall ever go back there; and at any rate I doubt not my health + at present is unequal to the effort; but I should like some change in my + mode of life. I will not say it is too much controlled, for nothing seems + ever done without first consulting me; but, somehow or other, we are + always in the same groove. I wish to see more of the world; I wish to see + Rome, and the people of Rome. I wish to see and do many things which, if I + mention, it would seem to hurt the feelings of others, and my own are + misconceived, but, if mentioned by you, all would probably be different.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand you, my dear young friend, my child, I will still say,” said + the cardinal. “Nothing can be more reasonable than what you suggest. No + doubt our friends may be a little too anxious about you, but they are the + best people in the world. You appear to me to be quite well enough now to + make more exertion than hitherto they have thought you capable of. They + see you every day, and cannot judge so well of you as I who have been + absent. I will charge myself to effect all your wishes. And we will begin + by my taking you out to-morrow and your driving with me about the city. I + will show you Rome and the Roman people.” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, on the morrow, Cardinal Grandison and his late pupil visited + together Rome and the Romans. And first of all Lothair was presented to + the cardinal-prefect of the Propaganda, who presides over the + ecclesiastical affairs of every country in which the Roman Church has a + mission, and that includes every land between the Arctic and the Southern + Pole. This glimpse of the organized correspondence with both the Americas, + all Asia, all Africa, all Australia, and many European countries, carried + on by a countless staff of clerks in one of the most capacious buildings + in the world, was calculated to impress the visitor with a due idea of the + extensive authority of the Roman Pontiff. This institution, greater, + according to the cardinal, than any which existed in ancient Rome, was to + propagate the faith, the purity of which the next establishment they + visited was to maintain. According to Cardinal Grandison, there never was + a body the character of which had been so wilfully and so malignantly + misrepresented as that of the Roman Inquisition. Its true object is + reformation not punishment and therefore pardon was sure to follow the + admission of error. True it was there were revolting stories afloat, for + which there was undoubtedly some foundation, though their exaggeration and + malice were evident, of the ruthless conduct of the Inquisition; but these + details were entirely confined to Spain, and were the consequences not of + the principles of the Holy Office, but of the Spanish race, poisoned by + Moorish and Jewish blood, or by long contact with those inhuman infidels. + Had it not been for the Inquisition organizing and directing the + mitigating influences of the Church, Spain would have been a land of wild + beasts; and even in quite modern times it was the Holy Office at Rome + which always stepped forward to protect the persecuted, and, by the power + of appeal from Madrid to Rome, saved the lives of those who were unjustly + or extravagantly accused. + </p> + <p> + “The real business, however, of the Holy Office now,” continued the + cardinal, “is in reality only doctrinal; and there is something truly + sublime—essentially divine, I would say—in this idea of an old + man, like the Holy Father, himself the object of ceaseless persecution by + all the children of Satan, never for a moment relaxing his heaven-inspired + efforts to maintain the purity of the faith once delivered to the saints, + and at the same time to propagate it throughout the whole world, so that + there should be no land on which the sun shines that should not afford + means of salvation to suffering man. Yes, the Propaganda and the + Inquisition alone are sufficient to vindicate the sacred claims of Rome. + Compared with them, mere secular and human institutions, however exalted, + sink into insignificance.” + </p> + <p> + These excursions with the cardinal were not only repeated, but became + almost of daily occurrence. The cardinal took Lothair with him in his + visits of business, and introduced him to the eminent characters of the + city. Some of these priests were illustrious scholars or votaries of + science, whose names were quoted with respect and as authority in the + circles of cosmopolitan philosophy. Then there were other institutions at + Rome, which the cardinal snatched occasions to visit, and which, if not so + awfully venerable as the Propaganda and the Inquisition, nevertheless + testified to the advanced civilization of Rome and the Romans, and the + enlightened administration of the Holy Father. According to Cardinal + Grandison, all the great modern improvements in the administration of + hospitals and prisons originated in the eternal city; scientific + ventilation, popular lavatories, the cellular or silent system, the + reformatory. And yet these were nothing compared with the achievements of + the Pontifical Government in education. In short, complete popular + education only existed at Rome. Its schools were more numerous even than + its fountains. Gratuitous instruction originated with the ecclesiastics; + and from the night-school to the university here might be found the + perfect type. + </p> + <p> + “I really believe,” said the cardinal, “that a more virtuous, a more + religious, a more happy and contented people than the Romans never + existed. They could all be kept in order with the police of one of your + counties. True it is, the Holy Father is obliged to garrison the city with + twelve thousand men of arms, but not against the Romans, not against his + own subjects. It is the secret societies of atheism who have established + their lodges in this city, entirely consisting of foreigners, that render + these lamentable precautions necessary. They will not rest until they have + extirpated the religious principle from the soul of man, and until they + have reduced him to the condition of wild beasts. But they will fail, as + they failed the other day, as Sennacherib failed. These men may conquer + zouaves and cuirassiers, but they cannot fight against Saint Michael and + all the angels. They may do mischief, they may aggravate and prolong the + misery of man, but they are doomed to entire and eternal failure.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0065" id="link2HCH0065"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 65 + </h2> + <p> + Lady St. Jerome was much interested in the accounts which the cardinal and + Lothair gave her of their excursions in the city and their visits. + </p> + <p> + “It is very true,” she said, “I never knew such good people; and they + ought to be so favored by Heaven, and leading a life which, if any thing + earthly can, must give them, however faint, some foretaste of our joys + hereafter. Did your eminence visit the Pellegrini?” This was the hospital, + where Miss Arundel had found Lothair. + </p> + <p> + The cardinal looked grave. “No,” he replied. “My object was to secure for + our young friend some interesting but not agitating distraction from + certain ideas which, however admirable and transcendently important, are + nevertheless too high and profound to permit their constant contemplation + with impunity to our infirm natures. Besides,” he added, in a lower, but + still distinct tone, “I was myself unwilling to visit in a mere casual + manner the scene of what I must consider the greatest event of this + century.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have been there?” inquired Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + His eminence crossed himself. + </p> + <p> + In the course of the evening Monsignore Catesby told Lothair that a grand + service was about to be celebrated in the church of St. George: thanks + were to be offered to the Blessed Virgin by Miss Arundel for the + miraculous mercy vouchsafed to her in saving the life of a countryman, + Lothair. “All her friends will make a point of being there,” added the + monsignore, “even the Protestants and some Russians. Miss Arundel was very + unwilling at first to fulfil this office, but the Holy Father has + commanded it. I know that nothing will induce her to ask you to attend; + and yet, if I were you, I would turn it over in your mind. I know she said + that she would sooner that you were present than all her English friends + together. However, you can think about it. One likes to do what is + proper.” + </p> + <p> + One does; and yet it is difficult. Sometimes, in doing what we think + proper, we get into irremediable scrapes; and often, what we hold to be + proper, society in its caprice resolves to be highly improper. + </p> + <p> + Lady St. Jerome had wished Lothair to see Tivoli, and they were all + consulting together when they might go there. Lord St. Jerome who, besides + his hunters, had his drag at Rome, wanted to drive them to the place. + Lothair sat opposite Miss Arundel, gazing on her beauty. It was like being + at Vauxe again. And yet a great deal had happened since they were at + Vauxe; and what? So far as they two were concerned, nothing but what + should create or confirm relations of confidence and affection. Whatever + may have been the influence of others on his existence, hers at least had + been one of infinite benignity. She had saved his life; she had cherished + it. She had raised him from the lowest depth of physical and moral + prostration to health and comparative serenity. If at Vauxe he had beheld + her with admiration, had listened with fascinated interest to the fervid + expression of her saintly thoughts, and the large purposes of her heroic + mind, all these feelings were naturally heightened now when he had + witnessed her lofty and consecrated spirit in action, and when that action + in his own case had only been exercised for his ineffable advantage. + </p> + <p> + “Your uncle cannot go to-morrow,” continued Lady St. Jerome, “and on + Thursday I am engaged.” + </p> + <p> + “And on Friday—,” said Miss Arundel, hesitating. + </p> + <p> + “We are all engaged,” said Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “I should hardly wish to go out before Friday anywhere,” said Miss + Arundel, speaking to her aunt, and in a lower tone. + </p> + <p> + Friday was the day on which the thanksgiving service was to be celebrated + in the Jesuit church of St. George of Cappadocia. Lothair knew this well + enough and was embarrassed: a thanksgiving for the mercy vouchsafed to + Miss Arundel in saving the life of a fellow-countryman, an that + fellow-countryman not present! All her Protestant friends would be there, + and some Russians. And he not there! It seemed, on his part, the most + ungracious and intolerable conduct. And he knew that she would prefer his + presence to that of all her acquaintances together. It was more than + ungracious on his part; it was ungrateful, almost inhuman. + </p> + <p> + Lothair sat silent, and stupid, and stiff, and dissatisfied with himself. + Once or twice he tried to speak, but his tongue would not move, or his + throat was not clear. And, if he had spoken, he would only have made some + trifling and awkward remark. In his mind’s eye he saw, gliding about him, + the veiled figure of his sick-room, and he recalled with clearness the + unceasing and angelic tenderness of which at the time he seemed hardly + conscious. + </p> + <p> + Miss Arundel had risen and had proceeded some way down the room to a + cabinet where she was accustomed to place her work. Suddenly Lothair rose + and followed her. “Miss Arundel!” he said, and she looked round, hardly + stopping when he had reached her. “Miss Arundel, I hope you will permit me + to be present at the celebration on Friday?” + </p> + <p> + She turned round quickly, extending, even eagerly, her hand with mantling + cheek. Her eyes glittered with celestial fire. The words hurried from her + palpitating lips: “And support me,” she said, “for I need support.” + </p> + <p> + In the evening reception, Monsignore Catesby approached Father Coleman. + “It is done,” he said, with a look of saintly triumph. “It is done at + last. He will not only be present, but he will support her. There are yet + eight-and-forty hours to elapse. Can any thing happen to defeat us? It + would seem not; yet, when so much is at stake, one is fearful. He must + never be out of our sight; not a human being must approach him.” + </p> + <p> + “I think we can manage that,” said Father Coleman. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0066" id="link2HCH0066"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 66 + </h2> + <p> + The Jesuit church of St. George of Cappadocia was situate in one of the + finest piazzas of Rome. It was surrounded with arcades, and in its centre + the most beautiful fountain of the city spouted forth its streams to an + amazing height, and in forms of graceful fancy. On Friday morning the + arcades were festooned with tapestry and hangings of crimson velvet and + gold. Every part was crowded, and all the rank and fashion and power of + Rome seemed to be there assembling. There had been once some intention on + the part of the Holy Father to be present, but a slight indisposition had + rendered that not desirable. His holiness, however, had ordered a company + of his halberdiers to attend, and the ground was kept by those wonderful + guards in the dress of the middle ages—halberds and ruffs, and white + plumes, and party-colored coats, a match for our beef-eaters. Carriages + with scarlet umbrellas on the box, and each with three serving-men behind, + denoted the presence of the cardinals in force. They were usually + brilliant equipages, being sufficiently new, or sufficiently new + purchases, Garibaldi and the late commanding officer of Lothair having + burnt most of the ancient coaches in the time of the Roman republics + twenty years before. From each carriage an eminence descended with his + scarlet cap and his purple train borne by two attendants. The Princess + Tarpeia-Cinque Cento was there, and most of the Roman princes and + princesses, and dukes, and duchesses. It seemed that the whole court of + Rome was there—monsignori and prelates without end. Some of their + dresses, and those of the generals of the orders, appropriately varied the + general effect, for the ladies were all in black, their heads covered only + with black veils. + </p> + <p> + Monsignore Catesby had arranged with Lothair that they should enter the + church by their usual private way, and Lothair therefore was not in any + degree prepared for the sight which awaited him on his entrance into it. + The church was crowded; not a chair nor a tribune vacant. There was a + suppressed gossip going on as in a public place before a performance + begins, much fluttering of fans, some snuff taken, and many sugar-plums. + </p> + <p> + “Where shall we find a place?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “They expect us in the sacristy,” said the monsignore. + </p> + <p> + The sacristy of the Jesuit church of St. George of Cappadocia might have + served for the ballroom of a palace. It was lofty, and proportionately + spacious, with a grooved ceiling painted with all the court of heaven. + Above the broad and richly-gilt cornice floated a company of seraphim that + might have figured as the Cupids of Albano. The apartment was crowded, for + there and in some adjoining chambers were assembled the cardinals and + prelates, and all the distinguished or official characters, who, in a few + minutes, were about to form a procession of almost unequal splendor and + sanctity, and which was to parade the whole body of the church. + </p> + <p> + Lothair felt nervous; an indefinable depression came over him, as on the + morning of a contest when a candidate enters his crowded committee-room. + Considerable personages, bowing, approached to address him—the + Cardinal Prefect of the Propaganda, the Cardinal Assessor of the Holy + Office, the Cardinal Pro-Datario, and the Cardinal Vicar of Rome. + Monsignori the Secretary of Briefs to Princes and the Master of the + Apostolic Palace were presented to him. Had this been a conclave, and + Lothair the future pope, it would have been impossible to have treated him + with more consideration than he experienced. They assured him that they + looked upon this day as one of the most interesting in their lives, and + the importance of which to the Church could not be overrated. All this + somewhat encouraged him, and he was more himself when a certain general + stir, and the entrance of individuals from adjoining apartments, intimated + that the proceedings were about to commence. It seemed difficult to + marshal so considerable and so stately an assemblage, but those who had + the management of affairs were experienced in such matters. The acolytes + and the thurifers fell into their places; there seemed no end of banners + and large golden crosses; great was the company of the prelates—a + long purple line, some only in cassocks, some in robes, and mitred; then + came a new banner of the Blessed Virgin, which excited intense interest, + and every eye was strained to catch the pictured scene. After this banner, + amid frequent incense, walked two of the most beautiful children in Rome, + dressed as angels with golden wings; the boy bearing a rose of Jericho, + the girl a lily. After these, as was understood, dressed in black and + veiled, walked six ladies, who were said to be daughters of the noblest + houses of England, and then a single form with a veil touching the ground. + </p> + <p> + “Here we must go,” said Monsignore Catesby to Lothair, and he gently but + irresistibly pushed him into his place. “You know you promised to support + her. You had better take this,” he said, thrusting a lighted taper into + his hand; “it is usual, and one should never be singular.” + </p> + <p> + So they walked on, followed by the Roman princes, bearing a splendid + baldachin. And then came the pomp of the cardinals, each with his + train-bearers, exhibiting with the skill of artists the splendor of their + violet robes. + </p> + <p> + As the head of the procession emerged from the sacristy into the church, + three organs and a choir, to which all the Roman churches had lent their + choicest voices, burst into the Te Deum. Round the church and to all the + chapels, and then up the noble nave, the majestic procession moved, and + then, the gates of the holy place opening, the cardinals entered and + seated themselves, their train-bearers crouching at their knees, the + prelates grouped themselves, and the banners and crosses were ranged in + the distance, except the new banner of the Virgin, which seemed to hang + over the altar. The Holy One seemed to be in what was recently a field of + battle, and was addressing a beautiful maiden in the dress of a Sister of + Mercy. + </p> + <p> + “This is your place,” said Monsignore Catesby, and he pushed Lothair into + a prominent position. + </p> + <p> + The service was long, but, sustained by exquisite music, celestial + perfumes, and the graceful movements of priests in resplendent dresses + continually changing, it could not be said to be wearisome. When all was + over, Monsignore Catesby said to Lothair, “I think we had better return by + the public way; it seems expected.” + </p> + <p> + It was not easy to leave the church. Lothair was detained, and received + the congratulations of the Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento and many others. + The crowd, much excited by the carriages of the cardinals, had not + diminished when they came forth, and they were obliged to linger some + little time upon the steps, the monsignore making difficulties when + Lothair more than once proposed to advance. + </p> + <p> + “I think we may go now,” said Catesby, and they descended into the piazza. + Immediately many persons in this immediate neighborhood fell upon their + knees, many asked a blessing from Lothair, and some rushed forward to kiss + the hem of his garment. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0067" id="link2HCH0067"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 67 + </h2> + <p> + The Princess Tarpeia-Cinque Cento gave an entertainment in the evening in + honor of “the great event.” Italian palaces are so vast, are so + ill-adapted to the moderate establishments of modern tones, that their + grand style in general only impresses those who visit them with a feeling + of disappointment and even mortification. The meagre retinue are almost + invisible as they creep about the corridors and galleries, and linger in + the sequence of lofty chambers. These should be filled with crowds of + serving-men and groups of splendid retainers. They were built for the days + when a great man was obliged to have a great following; and when the + safety of his person, as well as the success of his career, depended on + the number and the lustre of his train. + </p> + <p> + The palace of the Princess Tarpeia was the most celebrated in Rome, one of + the most ancient, and certainly the most beautiful. She dwelt in it in a + manner not unworthy of her consular blood and her modern income. To-night + her guests were received by a long line of foot-servants in showy + liveries, and bearing the badge of her house, while in every convenient + spot pages and gentlemen-ushers, in courtly dress, guided the guests to + their place of destination. The palace blazed with light, and showed to + advantage the thousand pictures which, it is said, were there enshrined, + and the long galleries full of the pale statues of Grecian gods and + goddesses, and the busts of the former rulers of Rome and the Romans. The + atmosphere was fragrant with rare odors, and music was heard, amid the + fall of fountains, in the dim but fancifully-illumined gardens. + </p> + <p> + The princess herself wore all those famous jewels which had been spared by + all the Goths from the days of Brennus to those of Garibaldi, and on her + bosom reposed the celebrated transparent cameo of Augustus, which Caesar + himself is said to have presented to Livia, and which Benvenuto Cellini + had set in a framework of Cupids and rubies. If the weight of her + magnificence were sometimes distressing, she had the consolation of being + supported by the arm of Lothair. + </p> + <p> + Two young Roman princes, members of the Guarda Nobile, discussed the + situation. + </p> + <p> + “The English here say,” said one, “that he is their richest man.” + </p> + <p> + “And very noble, too,” said the other. + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, truly noble—a kind of cousin of the queen.” + </p> + <p> + “This great event must have an effect upon all their nobility. I cannot + doubt they will all return to the Holy Father.” + </p> + <p> + “They would if they were not afraid of having to restore their church + lands. But they would be much more happy if Rome were again the capital of + the world.” + </p> + <p> + “No shadow of doubt. I wonder if this young prince will hunt in the + Campagna?” + </p> + <p> + “All Englishmen hunt.” + </p> + <p> + “I make no doubt he rides well, and has famous horses, and will sometimes + lend us one. I am glad his soul is saved.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it is well, when the Blessed Virgin interferes, it should be in + favor of princes. When princes become good Christians, it is an example. + It does good. And this man will give an impulse to our opera, which wants + it, and, as you say, he will have many horses.” + </p> + <p> + In the course of the evening, Miss Arundel, with a beaming face, but of + deep expression, said to Lothair: “I could tell you some good news, had I + not promised the cardinal that he should communicate it to you himself. He + will see you to-morrow. Although it does not affect me personally, it will + be to me the happiest event that ever occurred, except, of course, one.” + </p> + <p> + “What can she mean?” thought Lothair. But at that moment Cardinal Berwick + approached him, and Miss Arundel glided away. + </p> + <p> + Father Coleman attended Lothair home to the Agostini Palace, and when they + parted said, with much emphasis, “I must congratulate you once more on the + great event.” + </p> + <p> + On the following morning, Lothair found on his table a number of the Roman + journal published that day. It was customary to place it there, but in + general he only glanced at it, and scarcely that. On the present occasion + his own name caught immediately his eye. It figured in a long account of + the celebration of the preceding day. It was with a continually changing + countenance, now scarlet, now pallid as death; with a palpitating heart, a + trembling hand, a cold perspiration, and, at length, a disordered vision, + that Lothair read the whole of an article, of which we now give a summary: + </p> + <p> + “Rome was congratulated on the service of yesterday, which celebrated the + greatest event of this century. And it came to pass in this wise. It seems + that a young English noble of the highest rank, family, and fortune” (and + here the name and titles of Lothair were accurately given), “like many of + the scions of the illustrious and influential families of Britain, was + impelled by an irresistible motive to enlist as a volunteer in the service + of the pope, when the Holy Father was recently-attacked by the secret + societies of atheism. This gallant and gifted youth, after prodigies of + valor and devotion, had fallen at Mentana in the sacred cause, and was + given up for lost. The day after the battle, when the ambulances laden + with the wounded were hourly arriving at Rome from the field, an English + lady, daughter of an illustrious house, celebrated throughout centuries + for its devotion to the Holy See, and who during the present awful trial + had never ceased in her efforts to support the cause of Christianity, was + employed, as was her wont, in offices of charity, and was tending, with + her companion sisters, her wounded countrymen at the Hospital La + Consolazione, in the new ward which has been recently added to that + establishment by the Holy Father. + </p> + <p> + “While she was leaning over one of the beds, she felt a gentle and + peculiar pressure on her shoulder, and, looking round, beheld a most + beautiful woman, with a countenance of singular sweetness and yet majesty. + And the visitor said: ‘You are attending to those English who believe in + the Virgin Mary. Now at the Hospital Santissima Trinita di Pellegrini + there is in an ambulance a young Englishman apparently dead, but who will + not die if you go to him immediately and say you came in the name of the + Virgin.’ + </p> + <p> + “The influence of the stranger was so irresistible that the young English + lady, attended by a nurse and one of the porters of La Consolazione, + repaired instantly to the Di Pellegrini, and there they found in the + court-yard, as they had been told, an ambulance, in form and color and + equipment unlike any ambulance used by the papal troops, and in the + ambulance the senseless body of a youth, who was recognized by the English + lady as her young and gallant countryman. She claimed him in the name of + the Blessed Virgin, and, after due remedies, was permitted to take him at + once to his noble relatives, who lived in the Palazzo Agostini. + </p> + <p> + “After a short time much conversation began to circulate about this + incident. The family wished to testify their gratitude to the individual + whose information had led to the recovery of the body, and subsequently of + the life of their relation; but all that they could at first learn at La + Consolazione was, that the porter believed the woman was Maria Serafina di + Angelis, the handsome wife of a tailor in the Strada di Ripetta. But it + was soon shown that this could not be true, for it was proved that, on the + day in question, Maria Serafina di Angelis was on a visit to a friend at + La Riccia; and, in the second place, that she did not bear the slightest + resemblance to the stranger who had given the news. Moreover, the porter + of the gate being required to state why he had admitted any stranger + without the accustomed order, denied that he had so done; that he was in + his lodge and the gates were locked, and the stranger had passed through + without his knowledge. + </p> + <p> + “Two priests were descending the stairs when the stranger came upon them, + and they were so struck by the peculiarity of her carriage, that they + turned round and looked at her, and clearly observed at the back of her + head a sort of halo. She was out of their sight when they made this + observation, but in consequence of it they made inquiries of the porter of + the gate, and remained in the court-yard till she returned. + </p> + <p> + “This she did a few minutes before the English lady and her attendants + came down, as they had been detained by the preparation of some bandages + and other remedies, without which they never moved. The porter of the gate + having his attention called to the circumstance by the priests, was most + careful in his observations as to the halo, and described it as most + distinct. The priests then followed the stranger, who proceeded down a + long and solitary street, made up in a great degree of garden and convent + walls, and without a turning. They observed her stop and speak to two or + three children, and then, though there was no house to enter and no street + to turn into, she vanished. + </p> + <p> + “When they had reached the children they found each of them holding in its + hand a beautiful flower. It seems the lady had given the boy a rose of + Jericho, and to his sister a white and golden lily. Inquiring whether she + had spoken to them, they answered that she had said, ‘Let these flowers be + kept in remembrance of me; they will never fade.’ And truly, though months + had elapsed, these flowers had never failed, and, after the procession of + yesterday, they were placed under crystal in the chapel of the Blessed + Virgin in the Jesuit Church of St. George of Cappadocia, and may be seen + every day, and will be seen forever in primeval freshness. + </p> + <p> + “This is the truthful account of what really occurred with respect to this + memorable event, and as it was ascertained by a consulta of the Holy + Office, presided over by the cardinal prefect himself. The Holy Office is + most severe in its inquisition of the truth, and, though it well knows + that the Divine presence never leaves His Church, it is most scrupulous in + its investigations whenever any miraculous interposition is alleged. It + was entirely by its exertions that the somewhat inconsistent and + unsatisfactory evidence of the porter of the gate, in the first instance, + was explained, cleared, and established; the whole chain of evidence + worked out; all idle gossip and mere rumors rejected; and the evidence + obtained of above twenty witnesses of all ranks of life, some of them + members of the learned profession, and others military officers of + undoubted honor and veracity, who witnessed the first appearance of the + stranger at the Pellegrini and the undoubted fact of the halo playing + round her temples. + </p> + <p> + “The consulta of the Holy Office could only draw one inference, sanctioned + by the Holy Father himself, as to the character of the personage who thus + deigned to appear; and interpose; and no wonder that, in the great + function of yesterday, the eyes of all Rome were fixed upon Lothair as the + most favored of living men.” + </p> + <p> + He himself now felt as one sinking into an unfathomable abyss. The despair + came over him that involves a man engaged in a hopeless contest with a + remorseless power. All his life during the last year passed rushingly + across his mind. He recalled the wiles that had been employed to induce + him to attend a function in a Jesuits’ chapel, in an obscure nook of + London; the same agencies had been employed there; then, as now, the + influence of Clare Arundel had been introduced to sway him when all others + had failed. Belmont had saved him then. There was no Belmont now. The last + words of Theodora murmured in his ear like the awful voice of a distant + sea. They were the diapason of all the thought and feeling of that + profound and passionate spirit. + </p> + <p> + That seemed only a petty plot in London, and he had since sometimes smiled + when he remembered how it had been baffled. Shallow apprehension! The + petty plot was only part of a great and unceasing and triumphant + conspiracy, and the obscure and inferior agencies which he had been rash + enough to deride had consummated their commanded purpose in the eyes of + all Europe, and with the aid of the great powers of the world. + </p> + <p> + He felt all the indignation natural to a sincere and high-spirited man, + who finds that he has been befooled by those whom he has trusted; but, + summoning all his powers to extricate himself from his desolate dilemma, + he found himself without resource. What public declaration on his part + could alter the undeniable fact, now circulating throughout the world, + that in the supernatural scene of yesterday he was the willing and the + principal actor? Unquestionably he had been very imprudent, not only in + that instance, but in his habitual visits to the church; he felt all that + now. But he was torn and shattered, infinitely distressed, both in body and + in mind; weak and miserable; and he thought he was leaning on angelic + hearts, when he found himself in the embrace of spirits of another sphere. + </p> + <p> + In what a position of unexampled pain did he not now find himself! To feel + it your duty to quit the faith in which you have been bred must involve an + awful pang; but to be a renegade without the consolation of conscience, + against your sense, against your will, alike for no celestial hope and no + earthly object—this was agony mixed with self-contempt. + </p> + <p> + He remembered what Lady Corisande had once said to him about those who + quitted their native church for the Roman communion. What would she say + now? He marked in imagination the cloud of sorrow on her imperial brow and + the scorn of her curled lip. + </p> + <p> + Whatever happened, he could never return to England—at least for + many years, when all the things and persons he cared for would have + disappeared or changed, which is worse; and then what would be the use of + returning? He would go to America, or Australia, or the Indian Ocean, or + the interior of Africa; but even in all these places, according to the + correspondence of the Propaganda, he would find Roman priests, and active + priests. He felt himself a lost man; not free from faults in this matter, + but punished beyond his errors. But this is the fate of men who think they + can struggle successfully with a supernatural power. + </p> + <p> + A servant opened a door and said, in a loud voice, that, with his + permission, his eminence, the English cardinal, would wait on him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0068" id="link2HCH0068"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 68 + </h2> + <p> + It is proverbial to what drowning men will cling. Lothair, in his utter + hopelessness, made a distinction between the cardinal and the + conspirators. The cardinal had been absent from Rome during the greater + portion of the residence of Lothair in that city. The cardinal was his + father’s friend, an English gentleman, with an English education, once an + Anglican, a man of the world, a man of honor, a good, kind-hearted man. + Lothair explained the apparent and occasional cooperation of his eminence + with the others, by their making use of him without a due consciousness of + their purpose on his part. Lothair remembered how delicately his former + guardian had always treated the subject of religion in their + conversations. The announcement of his visit, instead of aggravating the + distresses of Lothair, seemed, as all these considerations rapidly + occurred to him, almost to impart a ray of hope. + </p> + <p> + “I see,” said the cardinal, as he entered serene and graceful as usual, + and glancing at the table, “that you have been reading the account of our + great act of yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; and I have been reading it,” said Lothair, reddening, “with + indignation; with alarm; I should add, with disgust.” + </p> + <p> + “How is this?” said the cardinal, feeling or affecting surprise. + </p> + <p> + “It is a tissue of falsehood and imposture,” continued Lothair; “and I + will take care that my opinion is known of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Do nothing rashly,” said the cardinal. “This is an official journal, and + I have reason to believe that nothing appears in it which is not drawn up, + or well considered, by truly pious men.” + </p> + <p> + “You yourself, sir, must know,” continued Lothair, “that the whole of this + statement is founded on falsehood.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, I should be sorry to believe,” said the cardinal, “that there was + a particle of misstatement, or even exaggeration, either in the base or + the superstructure of the narrative.” + </p> + <p> + “Good God!” exclaimed Lothair. “Why, take the very first allegation, that + I fell at Mentana, fighting in the ranks of the Holy Father. Everyone + knows that I fell fighting against him, and that I was almost slain by one + of his chassepots. It is notorious; and though, as a matter of taste, I + have not obtruded the fact in the society in which I have been recently + living, I have never attempted to conceal it, and have not the slightest + doubt that it must be as familiar to every member of that society as to + your eminence.” + </p> + <p> + “I know there are two narratives of your relations with the battle of + Mentana,” observed the cardinal, quietly. “The one accepted as authentic + is that which appears in this journal; the other account, which can only + be traced to yourself, bears no doubt a somewhat different character; but + considering that it is in the highest degree improbable, and that there is + not a tittle of confirmatory or collateral evidence to extenuate its + absolute unlikelihood, I hardly think you are justified in using, with + reference to the statement in this article, the harsh expression, which I + am persuaded, on reflection, you will feel you have hastily used.” + </p> + <p> + “I think,” said Lothair, with a kindling eye and a burning cheek, “that I + am the best judge of what I did at Mentana.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” said the cardinal, with dulcet calmness, “you naturally + think so; but you must remember you have been very ill, my dear young + friend, and laboring under much excitement. If I were you—and I + speak as your friend, I hope your best one—I would not dwell too + much on this fancy of yours about the battle of Mentana. I would myself + always deal tenderly with a fixed idea: harsh attempts to terminate + hallucination are seldom successful. Nevertheless, in the case of a public + event, a matter of fact, if a man finds that he is of one opinion, and all + orders of society of another, he should not be encouraged to dwell on a + perverted view; he should be gradually weaned from it.” + </p> + <p> + “You amaze me!” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Not at all,” said the cardinal. “I am sure you will benefit by my advice. + And you must already perceive that, assuming the interpretation which the + world without exception places on your conduct in the field to be the just + one, there really is not a single circumstance in the whole of this + interesting and important statement, the accuracy of which you yourself + would for a moment dispute.” + </p> + <p> + “What is there said about me at Mentana makes me doubt of all the rest,” + said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, we will not dwell on Mentana,” said the cardinal, with a sweet + smile; “I have treated of that point. Your case is by no means an uncommon + one. It will wear off with returning health. King George IV believed that + he was at the battle of Waterloo, and indeed commanded there; and his + friends were at one time a little alarmed; but Knighton, who was a + sensible man, said, ‘His majesty has only to leave off Curacao, and rest + assured he will gain no more victories.’ The rest of this statement, which + is to-day officially communicated to the whole world, and which in its + results will probably be not less important even than the celebration of + the centenary of St. Peter, is established by evidence so incontestable—by + witnesses so numerous, so various—in all the circumstances and + accidents of testimony so satisfactory—I may say so irresistible, + that controversy on this head would be a mere impertinence and waste of + time.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not convinced,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Hush!” said the cardinal; “the freaks of your own mind about personal + incidents, however lamentable, may be viewed with indulgence—at + least for a time. But you cannot be permitted to doubt of the rest. You + must be convinced, and on reflection you will be convinced. Remember, sir, + where you are. You are in the centre of Christendom, where truth, and + where alone truth resides. Divine authority has perused this paper and + approved it. It is published for the joy and satisfaction of two hundred + millions of Christians, and for the salvation of all those who, unhappily + for themselves, are not yet converted to the faith. It records the most + memorable event of this century. Our Blessed Lady has personally appeared + to her votaries before during that period, but never at Rome. Wisely and + well she has worked in villages and among the illiterate as at the + beginning did her Divine Son. But the time is now ripe for terminating the + infidelity of the world. In the eternal city, amid all its matchless + learning and profound theology, in the sight of thousands, this great act + has been accomplished, in a manner which can admit of no doubt, and which + can lead to no controversy. Some of the most notorious atheists of Rome + have already solicited to be admitted to the offices of the Church; the + secret societies have received their deathblow; I look to the alienation + of England as virtually over. I am panting to see you return to the home + of your fathers, and re-conquer it for the Church in the name of the Lord + God of Sabaoth. Never was a man in a greater position since Godfrey or + Ignatius. The eyes of all Christendom are upon you as the most favored of + men, and you stand there like Saint Thomas.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps he was as bewildered as I am,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, his bewilderment ended in his becoming an apostle, as yours will. I + am glad we have had this conversation, and that we agree; I knew we + should. But now I wish to speak to you on business, and very grave. The + world assumes that, being the favored of Heaven, you are naturally and + necessarily a member of the Church. I, your late guardian, know that is + not the case, and sometimes I blame myself that it is not so. But I have + ever scrupulously refrained from attempting to control your convictions; + and the result has justified me. Heaven has directed your life, and I have + now to impart to you the most gratifying intelligence that can be + communicated by man, and that the Holy Father will to-morrow himself + receive you into the bosom of that Church of which he is the divine head. + Christendom will then hail you as its champion and regenerator, and thus + will be realized the divine dream with which you were inspired in our + morning walk in the park at Vauxe.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0069" id="link2HCH0069"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 69 + </h2> + <p> + It was the darkest hour in Lothair’s life. He had become acquainted with + sorrow; he had experienced calamities physical and moral. The death of + Theodora had shaken him to the centre. It was that first great grief which + makes a man acquainted with his deepest feelings, which detracts something + from the buoyancy of the youngest life, and dims, to a certain degree, the + lustre of existence. But even that bereavement was mitigated by + distractions alike inevitable and ennobling. The sternest and highest of + all obligations, military duty, claimed him with an unfaltering grasp, and + the clarion sounded almost as he closed her eyes. Then he went forth to + struggle for a cause which at least she believed to be just and sublime; + and if his own convictions on that head might be less assured or precise, + still there was doubtless much that was inspiring in the contest, and much + dependent on the success of himself and his comrades that tended to the + elevation of man. + </p> + <p> + But, now, there was not a single circumstance to sustain his involved and + sinking life. A renegade—a renegade without conviction, without + necessity, in absolute violation of the pledge he had given to the person + he most honored and most loved, as he received her parting spirit. And why + was all this? and how was all this? What system of sorcery had encompassed + his existence? For he was spell-bound—as much as any knight in + fairy-tale whom malignant influences had robbed of his valor and will and + virtue. No sane person could credit, even comprehend, his position. Had he + the opportunity of stating it in a court of justice to-morrow, he could + only enter into a narrative which would decide his lot as an insane being. + The magical rites had been so gradual, so subtle, so multifarious, all in + appearance independent of each other, though in reality scientifically + combined, that, while the conspirators had probably effected his ruin both + in body and in soul, the only charges he could make against them would be + acts of exquisite charity, tenderness, self-sacrifice, personal devotion, + refined piety, and religious sentiment of the most exalted character. + </p> + <p> + What was to be done? And could any thing be done? Could he escape? Where + from and where to? He was certain, and had been for some time, from many + circumstances, that he was watched. Could he hope that the vigilance which + observed all his movements would scruple to prevent any which might be + inconvenient? He felt assured that, to quit that palace alone, was not in + his power. And were it, whither could he go? To whom was he to appeal? And + about what was he to appeal? Should he appeal to the Holy Father? There + would be an opportunity for that to-morrow. To the College of Cardinals, + who had solemnized yesterday with gracious unction his spiritual triumph? + To those congenial spirits, the mild Assessor of the Inquisition, or the + president of the Propaganda, who was busied at that moment in circulating + throughout both the Americas, all Asia, all Africa, all Australia, and + parts of Europe, for the edification of distant millions, the particulars + of the miraculous scene in which he was the principal actor? Should he + throw himself on the protection of the ambiguous minister of the British + crown, and invoke his aid against a conspiracy touching the rights, + reason, and freedom of one of her majesty’s subjects? He would probably + find that functionary inditing a private letter to the English Secretary + of State, giving the minister a graphic account of the rare doings of + yesterday, and assuring the minister, from his own personal and ocular + experience, that a member of one of the highest orders of the British + peerage carried in the procession a lighted taper after two angels with + amaranthine flowers and golden wings. + </p> + <p> + Lothair remained in his apartments; no one approached him. It was the only + day that the monsignore had not waited on him. Father Coleman was equally + reserved. Strange to say, not one of those agreeable and polite gentlemen, + fathers of the oratory, who talked about gems, torsos, and excavations, + and who always more or less attended his levee, troubled him this morning. + With that exquisite tact which pervades the hierarchical circles of Rome, + every one felt that Lothair, on the eve of that event of his life which + Providence had so long and so mysteriously prepared, would wish to be + undisturbed. + </p> + <p> + Restless, disquieted, revolving all the incidents of his last year, + trying, by terrible analysis, to ascertain how he ever could have got into + such a false position, and how he could yet possibly extricate himself + from it, not shrinking in many things from self-blame, and yet not + recognizing on his part such a degree of deviation from the standard of + right feeling, or even of commonsense, as would authorize such an + overthrow as that awaiting him—high rank and boundless wealth, a + station of duty and of honor, some gifts of Nature, and golden youth, and + a disposition that at least aspired, in the employment of these, accidents + of life and fortune, at something better than selfish gratification, all + smashed—the day drew on. + </p> + <p> + Drew on the day, and every hour it seemed his spirit was more lone and + dark. For the first time the thought of death occurred to him as a relief + from the perplexities of existence. How much better had he died at + Mentana! To this pass had arrived the cordial and brilliant Lord of + Muriel, who enjoyed and adorned life, and wished others to adorn and to + enjoy it; the individual whom, probably, were the majority of the English + people polled, they would have fixed upon as filling the most enviable of + all positions, and holding out a hope that he was not unworthy of it. Born + with every advantage that could command the sympathies of his fellow-men, + with a quick intelligence and a noble disposition, here he was at + one-and-twenty ready to welcome death, perhaps even to devise it, as the + only rescue from a doom of confusion, degradation, and remorse. + </p> + <p> + He had thrown himself on a sofa, and had buried his face in his hands to + assist the abstraction which he demanded. There was not an incident of his + life that escaped the painful inquisition of his memory. He passed his + childhood once more in that stern Scotch home, that, after all, had been + so kind, and, as it would seem, so wise. The last words of counsel and of + warning from his uncle, expressed at Muriel, came back to him. And yet + there seemed a destiny throughout these transactions which was; + irresistible! The last words of Theodora, her look, even more solemn than + her tone, might have been breathed over a tripod, for they were a + prophecy, not a warning. + </p> + <p> + How long he had been absorbed in this passionate reverie he knew not but + when he looked up again it was night, and the moon had touched his window. + He rose and walked up and down the room, and then went into the corridor. + All was silent; not an attendant was visible; the sky was clear and + starry, and the moonlight fell on the tall, still cypresses in the vast + quadrangle. + </p> + <p> + Lothair leaned over the balustrade and gazed upon the moonlit fountains. + The change of scene, silent and yet not voiceless, and the softening spell + of the tranquillizing hour, were a relief to him. And after a time he + wandered about the corridors, and after a time he descended into the + court. The tall Swiss, in his grand uniform, was closing the gates which + had just released a visitor. Lothair motioned that he too wished to go + forth, and the Swiss obeyed him. The threshold was passed, and Lothair + found himself for the first time alone in Rome. + </p> + <p> + Utterly reckless, he cared not where he went or what might happen. The + streets were quite deserted, and he wandered about with a strange + curiosity, gratified as he sometimes encountered famous objects he had + read of, and yet the true character of which no reading ever realizes. + </p> + <p> + The moonlight becomes the proud palaces of Rome, their corniced and + balconied fronts rich with deep shadows in the blaze. Sometimes he + encountered an imperial column; sometimes he came to an arcadian square + flooded with light and resonant with the fall of statued fountains. + Emerging from a long, straggling street of convents and gardens, he found + himself in an open space full of antique ruins, and among them the form of + a colossal amphitheatre that he at once recognized. + </p> + <p> + It rose with its three tiers of arches and the huge wall that crowns them, + black and complete in the air; and not until Lothair had entered it could + he perceive the portion of the outer wall that was in ruins, and now + bathed with the silver light. Lothair was alone. In that huge creation, + once echoing with the shouts, and even the agonies, of thousands, Lothair + was alone. + </p> + <p> + He sat him down on a block of stone in that sublime and desolate arena, + and asked himself the secret spell of this Rome that had already so + agitated his young life, and probably was about critically to affect it. + Theodora lived for Rome and died for Rome. And the cardinal, born and bred + an English gentleman, with many hopes and honors, had renounced his + religion, and, it might be said, his country, for Rome. And for Rome, + to-morrow, Catesby would die without a pang, and sacrifice himself for + Rome, as his race for three hundred years had given, for the same cause, + honor and broad estates and unhesitating lives. And these very people were + influenced by different motives, and thought they were devoting themselves + to opposite ends. But still it was Rome—republican or Caesarian, + papal or pagan, it still was Rome. + </p> + <p> + Was it a breeze in a breezeless night that was sighing amid these ruins? A + pine-tree moved its head on a broken arch, and there was a stir among the + plants that hung on the ancient walls. It was a breeze in a breezeless + night that was sighing amid the ruins. + </p> + <p> + There was a tall crag of ancient building contiguous to the block on which + Lothair was seated, and which on his arrival he had noted, although, long + lost in reverie, he had not recently turned his glance in that direction. + He was roused from that reverie by the indefinite sense of some change + having occurred which often disturbs and terminates one’s brooding + thoughts. And looking round, he felt, he saw, he was no longer alone. The + moonbeams fell upon a figure that was observing him from the crag of ruin + that was near, and, as the light clustered and gathered round the form, it + became every moment more definite and distinct. + </p> + <p> + Lothair would have sprung forward, but he could only extend his arms: he + would have spoken, but his tongue was paralyzed. + </p> + <p> + “Lothair,” said a deep, sweet voice that never could be forgotten. + </p> + <p> + “I am here,” he at last replied. + </p> + <p> + “Remember!” and she threw upon him that glance, at once serene and solemn, + that had been her last, and was impressed indelibly upon his heart of + hearts. + </p> + <p> + Now, he could spring forward and throw himself at her feet, but alas! as + he reached her, the figure melted into the moonlight, and she was gone—that + divine Theodora, who, let us hope, returned at last to those Elysian + fields she so well deserved. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0070" id="link2HCH0070"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 70 + </h2> + <p> + “They have overdone it, Gertrude, with Lothair,” said Lord Jerome to his + wife. “I spoke to Monsignore Catesby about it some time ago, but he would + not listen to me; I had more confidence in the cardinal and am + disappointed; but a priest is ever too hot. His nervous system has been + tried too much.” + </p> + <p> + Lady St. Jerome still hoped the best, and believed in it. She was prepared + to accept the way Lothair was found senseless in the Coliseum as a + continuance of miraculous interpositions. He might have remained there for + a day or days, and never have been recognized when discovered. How + marvelously providential that Father Coleman should have been in the + vicinity, and tempted to visit the great ruin that very night! + </p> + <p> + Lord St. Jerome was devout, and easy in his temper. Priests and women + seemed to have no difficulty in managing him. But he was an English + gentleman, and there was at the bottom of his character a fund of courage, + firmness, and commonsense, that sometimes startled and sometimes perplexed + those who assumed that he could be easily controlled. He was not satisfied + with the condition of Lothair, “a peer of England and my connection;” and + he had not unlimited confidence in those who had been hitherto consulted + as to his state. There was a celebrated English physician at that time + visiting Rome, and Lord St. Jerome, notwithstanding the multiform + resistance of Monsignors Catesby, insisted he should be called in to + Lothair. + </p> + <p> + The English physician was one of those men who abhor priests, and do not + particularly admire ladies. The latter, in revenge, denounced his manners + as brutal, though they always sent for him, and were always trying, though + vainly, to pique him into sympathy. He rarely spoke, but he listened to + every one with entire patience. He sometimes asked a question, but he + never made a remark. + </p> + <p> + Lord St. Jerome had seen the physician alone before he visited the + Palazzo Agostini, and had talked to him freely about Lothair. The + physician saw at once that Lord St. Jerome was truthful, and that, though + his intelligence might be limited, it was pure and direct. Appreciating + Lord St. Jerome, that nobleman found the redoubtable doctor not ungenial, + and assured his wife that she would meet on the morrow by no means so + savage a being as she anticipated. She received him accordingly, and in + the presence of Monsignore Catesby. Never had she exercised her + distinguished powers of social rhetoric with more art and fervor, and + never apparently had they proved less productive of the intended + consequences. The physician said not a word, and merely bowed when + exhausted Nature consigned the luminous and impassioned Lady St. Jerome to + inevitable silence. Monsignore Catesby felt he was bound in honor to make + some diversion in her favor; repeat some of her unanswered inquiries, and + reiterate some of her unnoticed views; but the only return he received was + silence, without a bow, and then the physician remarked, “I presume I can + now see the patient.” + </p> + <p> + The English physician was alone with Lothair for some time, and then he + met in consultation the usual attendants. The result of all these + proceedings was that he returned to the saloon, in which he found Lord and + Lady St. Jerome, Monsignore Catesby, and Father Coleman, and he then said: + “My opinion is, that his lordship should quit Rome immediately, and I + think he had better return at once to his own country.” + </p> + <p> + All the efforts of the English Propaganda were now directed to prevent the + return of Lothair to his own country. The cardinal and Lady St. Jerome, + and the monsignore, and Father Coleman, all the beautiful young countesses + who had “gone over” to Rome, and all the spirited young earls who had come + over to bring their wives back, but had unfortunately remained themselves, + looked very serious, and spoke much in whispers. Lord St. Jerome was firm + that Lothair should immediately leave the city, and find that change of + scene and air which were declared by authority to be indispensable for his + health, both of mind and body. But his return to England, at this moment, + was an affair of serious difficulty. He could not return unattended, and + attended, too, by some intimate and devoted friend. Besides, it was very + doubtful whether Lothair had strength remaining to bear so great an + exertion, and at such a season of the year—and he seemed disinclined + to it himself. He also wished to leave Rome, but he wished also in time to + extend his travels. Amid these difficulties, a Neapolitan duke, a great + friend of Monsignore Catesby, a gentleman who always had a friend in need, + offered to the young English noble, the interesting young Englishman so + favored by Heaven, the use of his villa on the coast of the remotest part + of Sicily, near Syracuse. Here was a solution of many difficulties: + departure from Rome, change of scene and air—sea air, too, + particularly recommended—and almost the same as a return to England, + without an effort, for was it not an island, only with a better climate, + and a people with free institutions, or a taste for them, which is the + same? + </p> + <p> + The mode in which Lady St. Jerome and Monsignors Catesby consulted Lord + St. Jerome on the subject took the adroit but insidious form of + congratulating him on the entire and unexpected fulfilment of his purpose. + “Are we not fortunate?” exclaimed her ladyship, looking up brightly in his + face, and gently pressing one of his arms. + </p> + <p> + “Exactly everything your lordship required,” echoed Monsignore Catesby, + congratulating him by pressing the other. + </p> + <p> + The cardinal said to Lord St. Jerome, in the course of the morning, in an + easy way, and as if he were not thinking too much of the matter, “So, you + have got out of all your difficulties.” + </p> + <p> + Lord St. Jerome was not entirely satisfied, but he thought he had done a + great deal, and, to say the truth, the effort for him had not been + inconsiderable; and so the result was that Lothair, accompanied by + Monsignore Catesby and Father Coleman, travelled by easy stages, and + chiefly on horseback, through a delicious and romantic country, which + alone did Lothair a great deal of good, to the coast; crossed the straits + on a serene afternoon, visited Messina and Palermo, and finally settled at + their point of destination—the Villa Catalano. + </p> + <p> + Nothing could be more satisfactory than the monsignore’s bulletin, + announcing to his friends at Rome their ultimate arrangements. Three + weeks’ travel, air, horse exercise, the inspiration of the landscape and + the clime, had wonderfully restored Lothair, and they might entirely count + on his passing Holy Week at Rome, when all they had hoped and prayed for + would, by the blessing of the Holy Virgin, be accomplished. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0071" id="link2HCH0071"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 71 + </h2> + <p> + The terrace of the Villa Catalano, with its orange and palm trees, looked + upon a sea of lapiz lazuli, and rose from a shelving shore of aloes and + arbutus. The waters reflected the color of the sky, and all the foliage + was bedewed with the same violet light of morn which bathed the softness + of the distant mountains, and the undulating beauty of the ever-varying + coast. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was walking on the terrace, his favorite walk, for it was the only + occasion on which he ever found himself alone. Not that he had any reason + to complain of his companions. More complete ones could scarcely be + selected. Travel, which, they say, tries all tempers, had only proved the + engaging equanimity of Catesby, and had never disturbed the amiable repose + of his brother priest: and then they were so entertaining and so + instructive, as well as handy and experienced in all common things. The + monsignore had so much taste and feeling, and various knowledge; and as + for the reverend father, all the antiquaries they daily encountered were + mere children in his hands, who, without effort, could explain and + illustrate every scene and object, and spoke as if he had never given a + thought to any other theme than Sicily and Syracuse, the expedition of + Nicias, and the adventures of Agathocles. And yet, during all their + travels, Lothair felt that he never was alone. This was remarkable at the + great cities, such as Messina and Palermo, but it was a prevalent habit in + less-frequented places. There was a petty town near them, which he had + never visited alone, although he had made more than one attempt with that + view; and it was only on the terrace in the early morn, a spot whence he + could be observed from the villa, and which did not easily communicate + with the precipitous and surrounding scenery, that Lothair would indulge + that habit of introspection which he had pursued through many a long ride, + and which to him was a never-failing source of interest and even + excitement. + </p> + <p> + He wanted to ascertain the causes of what he deemed the failure of his + life, and of the dangers and discomfiture that were still impending over + him. Were these causes to be found in any peculiarity of his disposition, + or in the general inexperience and incompetence of youth? The latter, he + was now quite willing to believe, would lead their possessors into any + amount of disaster, but his ingenuous nature hesitated before it accepted + them as the self-complacent solution of his present deplorable position. + </p> + <p> + Of a nature profound and inquisitive, though with a great fund of + reverence which had been developed by an ecclesiastical education, Lothair + now felt that he had started in life with an extravagant appreciation of + the influence of the religious principle on the conduct of human affairs. + With him, when heaven was so nigh, earth could not be remembered; and yet + experience showed that, so long as one was on the earth, the incidents of + this planet considerably controlled one’s existence, both in behavior and + in thought. All the world could not retire to Mount Athos. It was clear, + therefore, that there was a juster conception of the relations between + religion and life than that which he had at first adopted. + </p> + <p> + Practically, Theodora had led, or was leading, him to this result; but + Theodora, though religious, did not bow before those altars to which he + for a moment had never been faithless. Theodora believed in her + immortality, and did not believe in death according to the ecclesiastical + interpretation. But her departure from the scene, and the circumstances + under which it had taken place, had unexpectedly and violently restored + the course of his life to its old bent. Shattered and shorn, he was + willing to believe that he was again entering the kingdom of heaven, but + found he was only under the gilded dome of a Jesuit’s church, and woke to + reality, from a scene of magical deceptions, with a sad conviction that + even cardinals and fathers of the Church were inevitably influenced in + this life by its interest and his passions. + </p> + <p> + But the incident of his life that most occupied—it might be said + engrossed—his meditation was the midnight apparition in the + Coliseum. Making every allowance that a candid nature and an ingenious + mind could suggest for explicatory circumstances; the tension of his + nervous system, which was then doubtless strained to its last point; the + memory of her death-scene, which always harrowed and haunted him; and that + dark collision between his promise and his life which then, after so many + efforts, appeared by some supernatural ordination to be about inevitably + to occur in that very Rome whose gigantic shades surrounded him; he still + could not resist the conviction that he had seen the form of Theodora and + had listened to her voice. Often the whole day, when they were travelling, + and his companions watched him on his saddle in silent thought, his mind + in reality was fixed on this single incident and he was cross-examining + his memory as some adroit and ruthless advocate deals with the witness in + the box, and tries to demonstrate his infidelity or his weakness. + </p> + <p> + But whether it were indeed the apparition of his adored friend or a + distempered dream, Lothair not less recognized the warning as divine, and + the only conviction he had arrived at throughout his Sicilian travels was + a determination that, however tragical the cost, his promise to Theodora + should never be broken. + </p> + <p> + The beautiful terrace of the Villa Catalano overlooked a small bay to + which it descended by winding walks. The water was deep, and in any other + country the bay might have been turned to good account; but bays abounded + on this coast, and the people, with many harbors, had no freights to + occupy them. This morn, this violet morn, when the balm of the soft breeze + refreshed Lothair, and the splendor of the rising sun began to throw a + flashing line upon the azure waters, a few fishermen in one of the country + boats happened to come in, about to dry a net upon a sunny bank. The boat + was what is called a speronaro; an open boat worked with oars, but with a + lateen sail at the same time when the breeze served. + </p> + <p> + Lothair admired the trim of the vessel, and got talking with the men as + they ate their bread and olives, and a small fish or two. + </p> + <p> + “And your lateen sail—?” continued Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Is the best thing in the world, except in a white squall,” replied the + sailor, “and then every thing is queer in these seas with an open boat, + though I am not afraid of Santa Agnese, and that is her name. But I took + two English officers who came over here for sport and whose leave of + absence was out—I took them over in her to Malta, and did it in ten + hours. I believe it had never been done in an open boat before, but it was + neck or nothing with them.” + </p> + <p> + “And you saved them?” + </p> + <p> + “With the lateen up the whole way.” + </p> + <p> + “They owed you much, and I hope they paid you well.” + </p> + <p> + “I asked them ten ducats,” said the man, “and they paid me ten ducats.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair had his hand in his pocket all this time, feeling, but + imperceptibly, for his purse, and, when he had found it, feeling how it + was lined. He generally carried about him as much as Fortunatus. + </p> + <p> + “What are you going to do with yourselves this morning?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, not much; we thought of throwing the net, but we have had one dip, + and no great luck.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you inclined to give me a sail?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, signor.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you a mind to go to Malta?” + </p> + <p> + “That is business, signor.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here,” said Lothair, “here are ten ducats in this purse, and a + little more. I will give them to you if you will take me to Malta at once; + but, if you will start in a hundred seconds, before the sun touches that + rock, and the waves just beyond it are already bright, you shall have ten + more ducats when you reach the isle.” + </p> + <p> + “Step in, signor.” + </p> + <p> + From the nature of the course, which was not in the direction of the open + sea, for they had to double Cape Passaro, the speronaro was out of the + sight of the villa in a few minutes. They rowed only till they had doubled + the cape, and then set the lateen sail, the breeze being light, but steady + and favorable. They were soon in open sea, no land in sight. “And, if a + white squall does rise,” thought Lothair, “it will only settle many + difficulties.” + </p> + <p> + But no white squall came; every thing was favorable to their progress; the + wind the current, the courage, and spirit of the men, who liked the + adventure, and liked Lothair. Night came on, but they were as tender to + him as women, fed him with their least coarse food, and covered him with a + cloak made of stuff spun by their mothers and their sisters. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was slumbering when the patron of the boat roused him, and he saw + at hand many lights, and, in a few minutes, was in still water. They were + in one of the harbors of Malta, but not permitted to land at midnight, + and, when the morn arrived, the obstacles to the release of Lothair were + not easily removed. A speronaro, an open boat from Sicily, of course with + no papers to prove their point of departure—here were materials for + doubt and difficulty, of which the petty officers of the port knew how to + avail themselves. They might come from Barbary, from an infected port; + plague might be aboard, a question of quarantine. Lothair observed that + they were nearly alongside of a fine steam-yacht, English, for it bore the + cross of St. George; and, while on the quay, he and the patron of the + speronaro arguing with the officers of the port, a gentleman from the + yacht put ashore in a boat, of which the bright equipment immediately + attracted attention. The gentleman landed almost close to the point where + the controversy was carrying on. The excited manner and voice of the + Sicilian mariner could not escape notice. The gentleman stopped and looked + at the group, and then suddenly exclaimed: “Good Heavens! my lord, can it + be you?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Mr. Phoebus, you will help me!” said Lothair; and then he went up to + him and told him every thing. All difficulties, of course, vanished before + the presence of Mr. Phoebus, whom the officers of the port evidently + looked upon as a being beyond criticism and control. + </p> + <p> + “And now,” said Mr. Phoebus, “about your people and your baggage?” + </p> + <p> + “I have neither servants nor clothes,” said Lothair, “and, if it had not + been for these good people, I should not have had food.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0072" id="link2HCH0072"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 72 + </h2> + <p> + Phoebus, in his steam-yacht Pan, of considerable admeasurement, and fitted + up with every luxury and convenience that science and experience could + suggest, was on his way to an island which he occasionally inhabited, near + the Asian coast of the Ægean Sea, and which he rented from the chief of his + wife’s house, the Prince of Samos. Mr. Phoebus, by his genius and fame, + commanded a large income, and he spent it freely and fully. There was + nothing of which he more disapproved than accumulation. It was a practice + which led to sordid habits, and was fatal to the beautiful. On the whole, + he thought it more odious even than debt, more permanently degrading. Mr. + Phoebus liked pomp and graceful ceremony, and he was of opinion that great + artists should lead a princely life, so that, in their manners and method + of existence, they might furnish models to mankind in general, and elevate + the tone and taste of nations. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes, when he observed a friend noticing with admiration, perhaps + with astonishment, the splendor or finish of his equipments, he would say: + “The world think I had a large fortune with Madame Phoebus. I had nothing. + I understand that a fortune, and no inconsiderable one, would have been + given had I chosen to ask for it. But I did not choose to ask for it. I + made Madame Phoebus my wife because she was the finest specimen of the + Aryan race that I was acquainted with, and I would have no considerations + mixed up with the high motive that influenced me. My father-in-law + Cantacuzene, whether from a feeling of gratitude or remorse, is always + making us magnificent presents. I like to receive magnificent presents, + but also to make them; and I presented him with a picture which is the gem + of his gallery, and which, if he ever part with it, will in another + generation be contended for by kings and peoples. + </p> + <p> + “On her last birthday we breakfasted with my father-in-law Cantacuzene, + and Madame Phoebus found in her napkin a check for five thousand pounds. I + expended it immediately in jewels for her personal use; for I wished my + father-in-law to understand that there are other princely families in the + world besides the Cantacuzenes.” + </p> + <p> + A friend once ventured inquiringly to suggest whether his way of life + might not be conducive to envy, and so disturb that serenity of sentiment + necessary to the complete life of an artist. But Mr. Phoebus would not for + a moment admit the soundness of the objection. “No,” he said, “envy is a + purely intellectual process. Splendor never excites it; a man of splendor + is looked upon always with favor—his appearance exhilarates the + heart of man. He is always popular. People wish to dine with him, to + borrow his money, but they do not envy him. If you want to know what envy + is, you should live among artists. You should hear me lecture at the + Academy. I have sometimes suddenly turned round and caught countenances + like that of the man who was waiting at the corner of the street for + Benvenuto Cellini, in order to assassinate the great Florentine.” + </p> + <p> + It was impossible for Lothair in his present condition to have fallen upon + a more suitable companion than Mr. Phoebus. It is not merely change of + scene and air that we sometimes want, but a revolution in the atmosphere + of thought and feeling in which we live and breathe. Besides his great + intelligence and fancy, and his peculiar views on art and man and affairs + in general, which always interested their hearer, and sometimes convinced, + there was a general vivacity in Mr. Phoebus and a vigorous sense of life, + which were inspiriting to his companions. When there was any thing to be + done, great or small, Mr. Phoebus liked to do it; and this, as he averred, + from a sense of duty, since, if any thing is to be done, it should be done + in the best manner, and no one could do it so well as Mr. Phoebus. He + always acted as if he had been created to be the oracle and model of the + human race, but the oracle was never pompous or solemn, and the model was + always beaming with good-nature and high spirits. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus liked Lothair. He liked youth, and good-looking youth; and + youth that was intelligent and engaging and well-mannered. He also liked + old men. But, between fifty and seventy, he saw little to approve of in + the dark sex. They had lost their good looks if they ever had any, their + wits were on the wane, and they were invariably selfish. When they + attained second childhood, the charm often returned. Age was frequently + beautiful, wisdom appeared like an aftermath, and the heart which seemed + dry and deadened suddenly put forth shoots of sympathy. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus postponed his voyage in order that Lothair might make his + preparations to become his guest in his island. “I cannot take you to a + banker,” said Mr. Phoebus, “for I have none; but I wish you would share my + purse. Nothing will ever induce me to use what they call paper money. It + is the worst thing that what they call civilization has produced; neither + hue nor shape, and yet a substitute for the richest color, and, where the + arts flourish, the finest forms.” + </p> + <p> + The telegraph which brought an order to the bankers at Malta to give an + unlimited credit to Lothair, rendered it unnecessary for our friend to + share what Mr. Phoebus called his purse, and yet he was glad to have the + opportunity of seeing it, as Mr. Phoebus one morning opened a chest in his + cabin and produced several velvet bags, one full of pearls, another of + rubies, others of Venetian sequins, Napoleons, and golden piastres. “I + like to look at them,” said Mr. Phoebus, “and find life more intense when + they are about my person. But bank-notes, so cold and thin—they give + me an ague.” + </p> + <p> + Madame Phoebus and her sister Euphrosyne welcomed Lothair in maritime + costumes which were absolutely bewitching; wondrous jackets with loops of + pearls, girdles defended by dirks with handles of turquoises, and tilted + hats that; while they screened their long eyelashes from the sun, crowned + the longer braids of their never-ending hair. Mr. Phoebus gave banquets + every day on board his yacht, attended by the chief personages of the + island, and the most agreeable officers of the garrison. They dined upon + deck, and it delighted him, with a surface of sang-froid, to produce a + repast which both in its material and its treatment was equal to the + refined festivals of Paris. Sometimes they had a dance; sometimes in his + barge, rowed by a crew in Venetian dresses, his guests glided on the + tranquil waters, under a starry sky, and listened to the exquisite + melodies of their hostess and her sister. + </p> + <p> + At length the day of departure arrived. It was bright, with a breeze + favorable to the sail and opportune for the occasion. For all the officers + of the garrison, and all beautiful Valetta itself, seemed present in their + yachts and barges to pay their last tribute of admiration to the + enchanting sisters and the all-accomplished owner of the Pan. Placed on + the galley of his yacht, Mr. Phoebus surveyed the brilliant and animated + scene with delight. “This is the way to conduct life,” he said. “If, + fortunately for them, I could have passed another month among these + people, I could have developed a feeling equal to the old regattas of the + Venetians.” + </p> + <p> + The gean isle occupied by Mr. Phoebus was of no inconsiderable dimensions. + A chain of mountains of white marble intersected it, covered with forests + of oak, though in parts precipitous and bare. The lowlands, while they + produced some good crops of grain, and even cotton and silk, were chiefly + clothed with fruit-trees—orange and lemon, and the fig, the olive, + and the vine. Sometimes the land was uncultivated, and was principally + covered with myrtles, of large size, and oleanders, and arbutus, and + thorny brooms. Here game abounded, while from the mountain-forests the + wolf sometimes descended, and spoiled and scared the islanders. + </p> + <p> + On the sea-shore, yet not too near the wave, and on a sylvan declivity, + was along, pavilion-looking building, painted in white and arabesque. It + was backed by the forest, which had a park-like character from its partial + clearance, and which, after a convenient slip of even land, ascended the + steeper country and took the form of wooded hills, backed in due time by + still sylvan yet loftier elevations, and sometimes a glittering peak. + </p> + <p> + “Welcome, my friend!” said Mr. Phoebus to Lothair. “Welcome to an Aryan + clime, an Aryan landscape, and an Aryan race! It will do you good after + your Semitic hallucinations.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0073" id="link2HCH0073"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 73 + </h2> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus pursued a life in his island partly feudal, partly Oriental, + partly Venetian, and partly idiosyncratic. He had a grand studio, where he + could always find interesting occupation in drawing every fine face and + form in his dominions. Then he hunted, and that was a remarkable scene. + The ladies, looking like Diana or her nymphs, were mounted on + cream-colored Anatolian chargers, with golden bells; while Mr. Phoebus + himself, in green velvet and seven-leagued boots, sounded a wondrous + twisted horn, rife with all the inspiring or directing notes of musical + and learned venerie. His neighbors of condition came mounted, but the + field was by no means confined to cavaliers. A vast crowd of men, in small + caps and jackets and huge white breeches, and armed with all the weapons + of Palikari, handjars and ataghans and silver-sheathed muskets of uncommon + length and almost as old as the battle of Lepanto, always rallied round + his standard. The equestrians caracoled about the park, and the horns + sounded, and the hounds bayed, and the men shouted, till the deer had all + scudded away. Then, by degrees, the hunters entered the forest, and the + notes of venerie became more faint and the shouts more distant. Then, for + two or three hours, all was silent, save the sound of an occasional shot + or the note of a stray hound, until the human stragglers began to reappear + emerging from the forest, and in due time the great body of the hunt, and + a gilded cart drawn by mules and carrying the prostrate forms of + fallow-deer and roebuck. None of the ceremonies of the chase were omitted, + and the crowd dispersed, refreshed by Samian wine, which Mr. Phoebus was + teaching them to make without resin, and which they quaffed with shrugging + shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “We must have a wolf-hunt for you,” said Euphrosyne to Lothair. “You like + excitement, I believe?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am rather inclined for repose at present, and I came here with + the hope of obtaining it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we are never idle here; in fact, that would be impossible with + Gaston. He has established here an academy of the fine arts, and also + revived the gymnasia; and my sister and myself have schools—only + music and dancing; Gaston does not approve of letters. The poor people + have, of course, their primary schools, with their priests, and Gaston + does not interfere with them, but he regrets their existence. He looks + upon reading and writing as very injurious to education.” + </p> + <p> + Sometimes reposing on divans, the sisters received the chief persons of + the isle, and regaled them with fruits and sweetmeats, and coffee and + sherbets, while Gaston’s chibouques and tobacco of Salonica were a + proverb. These meetings always ended with dance and song, replete, + according to Mr. Phoebus, with studies of Aryan life. + </p> + <p> + “I believe these islanders to be an unmixed race,” said Mr. Phoebus. “The + same form and visage prevails throughout; and very little changed in any + thing—even in their religion.” + </p> + <p> + “Unchanged in their religion!” said Lothair, with some astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; you will find it so. Their existence is easy; their wants are not + great, and their means of subsistence plentiful. They pass much of their + life in what is called amusement—and what is it? They make parties + of pleasure; they go in procession to a fountain or a grove. They dance + and eat fruit, and they return home singing songs. They have, in fact, + been performing unconsciously the religious ceremonies of their ancestors, + and which they pursue, and will forever, though they may have forgotten + the name of the dryad or the nymph who presides over their waters.” + </p> + <p> + “I should think their priests would guard them from these errors,” said + Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “The Greek priests, particularly in these Asian islands, are good sort of + people,” said Mr. Phoebus. “They marry and have generally large families, + often very beautiful. They have no sacerdotal feelings, for they never can + have any preferment; all the high posts in the Greek Church being reserved + for the monks, who study what is called theology. The Greek parish priest + is not at all Semitic; there is nothing to counteract his Aryan + tendencies. I have already raised the statue of a nymph at one of their + favorite springs and places of pleasant pilgrimage, and I have a statue + now in the island, still in its case, which I contemplate installing in a + famous grove of laurel not far off and very much resorted to.” + </p> + <p> + “And what then?” inquired Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I have a conviction that among the great races the old creeds will + come back,” said Mr. Phoebus, “and it will be acknowledged that true + religion is the worship of the beautiful. For the beautiful cannot be + attained without virtue, if virtue consists, as I believe, in the control + of the passions, in the sentiment of repose, and the avoidance in all + things of excess.” + </p> + <p> + One night Lothair was walking home with the sisters from a village + festival where they had been much amused. + </p> + <p> + “You have had a great many adventures since we first met?” said Madame + Phoebus. + </p> + <p> + “Which makes it seem longer ago than it really is,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “You count time by emotion, then?” said Euphrosyne. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is a wonderful thing, however it be computed,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “For my part, I do not think that it ought to be counted at all,” said + Madame Phoebus; “and there is nothing to me so detestable in Europe as the + quantity of clocks and watches.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you use a watch, my lord?” asked Euphrosyne, in a tone which always + seemed to Lothair one of mocking artlessness. + </p> + <p> + “I believe I never wound it up when I had one,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “But you make such good use of your time,” said Madame Phoebus, “you do + not require watches.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to hear I make good use of my time,” said Lothair, “but a + little surprised.” + </p> + <p> + “But you are so good, so religious,” said Madame Phoebus. “That is a great + thing; especially for one so young.” + </p> + <p> + “Hem!” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “That must have been a beautiful procession at Rome,” said Euphrosyne. + </p> + <p> + “I was rather a spectator of it than an actor in it,” said Lothair, with + some seriousness. “It is too long a tale to enter into, but my part in + those proceedings was entirely misrepresented.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe that nothing in the newspapers is ever true,” said Madame + Phoebus. + </p> + <p> + “And that is why they are so popular,” added Euphrosyne; “the taste of the + age being so decidedly for fiction.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it true that you escaped from a convent to Malta?” said Madame + Phoebus. + </p> + <p> + “Not quite,” said Lothair, “but true enough for conversations.” + </p> + <p> + “As confidential as the present, I suppose?” said Euphrosyne. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, when we are grave, as we are inclined to be now,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Then, you have been fighting a good deal,” said Madame Phoebus. + </p> + <p> + “You are putting me on a court-martial, Madame Phoebus,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “But we do not know on which side you were,” said Euphrosyne. + </p> + <p> + “That is matter of history,” said Lothair, “and that, you know, is always + doubtful.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I do not like fighting,” said Madame Phoebus, “and for my part I + never could find out that it did an good.” + </p> + <p> + “And what do you like?” said Lothair. “Tell me how would you pass your + life?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, much as I do. I do not know that I want any change, except I think + I should like it to be always summer.” + </p> + <p> + “And I would have perpetual spring,” said Euphrosyne. + </p> + <p> + “But, summer or spring, what would be your favorite pursuit?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, dancing is very nice,” said Madame Phoebus. + </p> + <p> + “But we cannot always, be dancing,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Then we would sing,” said Euphrosyne. + </p> + <p> + “But the time comes when one can neither dance nor sing,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, then we become part of the audience,” said Madame Phoebus, “the + people for whose amusement everybody labors.” + </p> + <p> + “And enjoy power without responsibility,” said Euphrosyne, “detect false + notes and mark awkward gestures. How can any one doubt of Providence with + such a system of constant compensation!” + </p> + <p> + There was something in the society of these two sisters that Lothair began + to find highly attractive. Their extraordinary beauty, their genuine and + unflagging gayety, their thorough enjoyment of existence, and the variety + of resources with which they made life amusing and graceful, all + contributed to captivate him. They had, too, a great love and knowledge + both of art and nature, and insensibly they weaned Lothair from that habit + of introspection which, though natural to him, he had too much indulged, + and taught him to find sources of interest and delight in external + objects. He was beginning to feel happy in this islands and wishing that + his life might never change, when one day Mr. Phoebus informed them that + the Prince Agathonides, the eldest son of the Prince of Samos, would + arrive from Constantinople in a few days, and would pay them a visit. “He + will come with some retinue,” said Mr. Phoebus, “but I trust we shall be + able by our reception to show that the Cantacuzenes are not the only + princely family in the world.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus was confident in his resources in this respect, for his + yacht’s crew in their Venetian dresses could always furnish a guard of + honor which no Grecian prince or Turkish pacha could easily rival. When + the eventful day arrived, he was quite equal to the occasion. The yacht + was dressed in every part with the streaming colors of all nations, the + banner of Gaston Phoebus waved from his pavilion, the guard of honor kept + the ground, but the population of the isle were present in numbers and in + their most showy costume, and a battery of ancient Turkish guns fired a + salute without an accident. + </p> + <p> + The Prince Agathonides was a youth, good looking and dressed in a splendid + Palikar costume, though his manners were quite European, being an attach + to the Turkish embassy at Vienna. He had with him a sort of governor, a + secretary, servants in Mamlouk dresses, pipe-bearers, and grooms, there + being some horses as presents from his father to Mr. Phoebus, and some + rarely-embroidered kerchiefs and choice perfumes and Persian greyhounds + for the ladies. + </p> + <p> + ‘The arrival of the young prince was the signal for a series of + entertainments on the island. First of all, Mr. Phoebus resolved to give a + dinner in the Frank style, to prove to Agathonides that there were other + members of the Cantacuzene family besides himself who comprehended a + first-rate Frank dinner. The chief people of the island were invited to + this banquet. They drank the choicest grapes of France and Germany, were + stuffed with truffles, and sat on little cane chairs. But one might detect + in their countenances how they sighed for their easy divans, their simple + dishes, and their resinous wine. Then there was a wolf-hunt, and other + sport; a great day of gymnasia, many dances and much music; in fact, there + were choruses all over the island, and every night was a serenade. + </p> + <p> + Why such general joy? Because it was understood that the heir-apparent of + the isle, their future sovereign, had in fact arrived to make his bow to + the beautiful Euphrosyne, as though he saw her for the first time. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0074" id="link2HCH0074"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 74 + </h2> + <p> + Very shortly after his arrival at Malta, Mr. Phoebus had spoken to Lothair + about Theodora. It appeared that Lucien Campian, though severely wounded, + had escaped with Garibaldi after the battle of Mentana into the Italian + territories. Here they were at once arrested, but not severely detained, + and Colonel Campian took the first opportunity of revisiting England, + where, after settling his affairs, he had returned to his native country, + from which he had been separated for many years. Mr. Phoebus during the + interval had seen a great deal of him, and the colonel departed for + America under the impression that Lothair had been among the slain at the + final struggle. + </p> + <p> + “Campian is one of the beat men I over knew,” said Phoebus. “He was a + remarkable instance of energy combined with softness of disposition. In my + opinion, however, he ought never to have visited Europe: he was made to + clear the backwoods, and govern man by the power of his hatchet and the + mildness of his words. He was fighting for freedom all his life, yet + slavery made and slavery destroyed him. Among all the freaks of Fate + nothing is more surprising than that this Transatlantic planter should + have been ordained to be the husband of a divine being—a true + Hellenic goddess, who in the good days would have been worshipped in this + country, and have inspired her race to actions of grace, wisdom, and + beauty.” + </p> + <p> + “I greatly esteem him,” said Lothair “and I shall write to him directly.” + </p> + <p> + “Except by Campian, who spoke probably about you to no one save myself,” + continued Phoebus, “your name has never been mentioned with reference to + those strange transactions. Once there was a sort of rumor that you had + met with some mishap, but these things were contradicted and explained, + and then forgotten: and people were all out of town. I believe that + Cardinal Grandison communicated with your man of business, and between + them every thing was kept quiet, until this portentous account of your + doings at Rome, which transpired after we left England and which met us at + Malta.” + </p> + <p> + “I have written to my man of business about that,” said Lothair, “but I + think it will tax all his ingenuity to explain, or to mystify it as + successfully as he did the preceding adventures. At any rate, he will not + have the assistance of my lord cardinal.” + </p> + <p> + “Theodora was a remarkable woman on many accounts,” said Mr. Phoebus, “but + particularly on this, that, although one of the most beautiful women that + ever existed, she was adored by beautiful women. My wife adored her; + Euphrosyne, who has no enthusiasm, adored her; the Princess of Tivoli, the + most capricious being probably that ever existed, adored; and always + adored, Theodora. I think it must have been that there was on her part a + total absence of vanity, and this the more strange in one whose vocation + in her earlier life had been to attract and live on popular applause; but + I have seen her quit theatres ringing with admiration and enter her + carriage with the serenity of a Phidian muse.” + </p> + <p> + “I adored her,” said Lothair, “but I never could quite solve her + character. Perhaps it was too rich and deep far rapid comprehension.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall never perhaps see her like again,” said Mr. Phoebus. “It was a + rare combination, peculiar to the Tyrrhenian sea. I am satisfied that we + must go there to find the pure Hellenic blood, and from thence it got to + Rome.” + </p> + <p> + “We may not see her like again, but we may see her again,” said Lothair; + “and sometimes I think she is always hovering over me.” + </p> + <p> + In this vein, when they were alone, they were frequently speaking of the + departed, and one day—it was before the arrival of Prince + Agathonides—Mr. Phoebus said to Lothair: “We will ride this morning + to what we call the grove of Daphne. It is a real laurel-grove. Some of + the trees must be immemorial, and deserve to have been sacred, if once + they were not so. In their huge, grotesque forms you would not easily + recognize your polished friends of Europe, so trim and glossy and + shrub-like. The people are very fond of this grove, and make frequent + processions there. Once a year they must be headed by their priest. No one + knows why, nor has he the slightest idea of the reason of the various + ceremonies which he that day performs. But we know, and some day he or his + successors will equally understand them. Yes, if I remain here long enough—and + I sometimes think I will never again quit the isle—I shall expect + some fine summer night, when there is that rich stillness which the + whispering waves only render more intense, to hear a voice of music on the + mountains declaring that the god Pan has returned to earth.” + </p> + <p> + It was a picturesque ride, as every ride was on this island, skirting the + sylvan hills with the sea glimmering in the distance. Lothair was pleased + with the approaches to the sacred grove: now and then a single tree with + gray branches and a green head, then a great spread of underwood, all + laurel, and then spontaneous plantations of young trees. + </p> + <p> + “There was always a vacant space in the centre of the grove,” said Mr. + Phoebus, “once sadly overrun with wild shrubs, but I have cleared it and + restored the genius of the spot. See!” + </p> + <p> + They entered the sacred circle and beheld a statue raised on a porphyry + pedestal. The light fell with magical effect on the face of the statue. It + was the statue of Theodora, the placing of which in the pavilion of + Belmont Mr. Phoebus was superintending when Lothair first made his + acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0075" id="link2HCH0075"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 75 + </h2> + <p> + The Prince Agathonides seemed quite to monopolize the attention of Madame + Phoebus and her sister. This was not very unreasonable, considering that + he was their visitor, the future chief of their house, and had brought + them so many embroidered pocket-handkerchiefs, choice scents, and fancy + dogs. But Lothair thought it quite disgusting, nor could he conceive what + they saw in him, what they were talking about or laughing about, for, so + far as he had been able to form any opinion on the subject, the prince was + a shallow-pated coxcomb without a single quality to charm any woman of + sense and spirit. Lothair began to consider how he could pursue his + travels, where he should go to, and, when that was settled, how he should + get there. + </p> + <p> + Just at this moment of perplexity, as is often the case, something + occurred which no one could foresee, but which, like every event, removed + some difficulties and introduced others. + </p> + <p> + There arrived at the island a dispatch forwarded to Mr. Phoebus by the + Russian ambassador at Constantinople, who had received it from his + colleague at London. This dispatch contained a proposition to Mr. Phoebus + to repair to the court of St. Petersburg, and accept appointments of high + distinction and emolument. Without in any way restricting the independent + pursuit of his profession, he was offered a large salary, the post of + court painter, and the presidency of the Academy of Fine Arts. Of such + moment did the Russian Government deem the official presence of this + illustrious artist in their country, that it was intimated, if the + arrangement could be effected, its conclusion might be celebrated by + conferring on Mr. Phoebus a patent of nobility and a decoration of a high + class. The dispatch contained a private letter from an exalted member of + the imperial family, who had had the high and gratifying distinction of + making Mr. Phoebus’s acquaintance in London, personally pressing the + acceptance by him of the general proposition, assuring him of cordial + welcome and support, and informing Mr. Phoebus that what was particularly + desired at this moment was a series of paintings illustrative of some of + the most memorable scenes in the Holy Land and especially the arrival of + the pilgrims of the Greek rite at Jerusalem. As for this purpose he would + probably like to visit Palestine, the whole of the autumn or even a longer + period was placed at his disposal; so that, enriched with all necessary + drawings and studies, he might achieve his more elaborate performances in + Russia at his leisure and with every advantage. + </p> + <p> + Considering that the great objects in life with Mr. Phoebus were to live + in an Aryan country, amid an Aryan race, and produce works which should + revive for the benefit of human nature Aryan creeds, a proposition to pass + some of the prime years of his life among the Mongolian race, and at the + same time devote his pencil to the celebration Semitic subjects, was + startling. + </p> + <p> + “I shall say nothing to Madame Phoebus until the prince has gone,” he + remarked to Lothair; “he will go the day after to-morrow. I do not know + what they may offer to make me—probably only a baron, perhaps a + count. But you know in Russia a man may become a prince, and I certainly + should like those Cantacuzenes to feel that after all their daughter is a + princess with no thanks to them. The climate is detestable, but one owes + much to one’s profession. Art would be honored at a great, perhaps the + greatest, court. There would not be a fellow at his easel in the streets + about Fitzroy Square who would not be prouder. I wonder what the + decoration will be? ‘Of a high class’—vague. It might be Alexander + Newsky. You know you have a right, whatever your decoration, to have it + expressed, of course at your own expense, in brilliants. I confess I have + my weaknesses. I should like to get over to the Academy dinner—one + can do any thing in these days of railroads—and dine with the R. A’s + in my ribbon and the star of the Alexander Newsky in brilliants. I think + every academician would feel elevated. What I detest are their Semitic + subjects—nothing but drapery. They cover even their heads in those + scorching climes. Can any one make any thing of a caravan of pilgrims? To + be sure, they say no one can draw a camel. If I went to Jerusalem, a camel + would at last be drawn. There is something in that. We must think over + these things, and when the prince has gone talk it over with Madame + Phoebus. I wish you all to come to a wise decision, without the slightest + reference to my individual tastes or, it may be, prejudices.” + </p> + <p> + The result of all this was that Mr. Phoebus, without absolutely committing + himself, favorably entertained the general proposition of the Russian + court; while, with respect to their particular object in art, he agreed to + visit Palestine and execute at least one work for his imperial friend and + patron. He counted on reaching Jerusalem before the Easter pilgrims + returned to their homes. + </p> + <p> + “If they would make me a prince at once, and give me the Alexander Newsky + in brilliants, it might be worth thinking of,” he said to Lothair. + </p> + <p> + The ladies, though they loved their isle, were quite delighted with the + thought of going to Jerusalem. Madame Phoebus knew a Russian grand-duchess + who had boasted to her that she had been both to Jerusalem and Torquay, + and Madame Phoebus had felt quite ashamed that she had been to neither. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you will feel quite at home there,” said Euphrosyne to Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “No; I never was there.” + </p> + <p> + “No; but you know all about those places and people—holy places and + holy persons. The Blessed Virgin did not, I believe, appear to you. It was + to a young lady, was it not? We were asking each other last night who the + young lady could be.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0076" id="link2HCH0076"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 76 + </h2> + <p> + Time, which changes every thing, is changing even the traditionary + appearance of forlorn Jerusalem. Not that its mien, after all, was ever + very sad. Its airy site, its splendid mosque, its vast monasteries, the + bright material of which the whole city is built, its cupolaed houses of + freestone, and above all the towers and gates and battlements of its lofty + and complete walls, always rendered it a handsome city. Jerusalem has not + been sacked so often or so recently as the other two great ancient cities, + Rome and Athens. Its vicinage was never more desolate than the Campagna, + or the state of Attica and the Morea in 1830. + </p> + <p> + The battle-field of western Asia from the days of the Assyrian kings to + those of Mehemet Ali, Palestine endured the same devastation as in modern + times has been the doom of Flanders and the Milanese; but the years of + havoc in the Low Countries and Lombardy must be counted in Palestine by + centuries. Yet the wide plains of the Holy Land, Sharon, and Shechem, and + Esdraelon, have recovered; they are as fertile and as fair as in old days; + it is the hill-culture that has been destroyed, and that is the culture on + which Jerusalem mainly depended. Its hills were terraced gardens, + vineyards, and groves of olive-trees. And here it is that we find + renovation. The terraces are again ascending the stony heights, and the + eye is frequently gladdened with young plantations. Fruit-trees, the peach + and the pomegranate, the almond and the fig, offer gracious groups; and + the true children of the land, the vine and the olive, are again exulting + in their native soil. + </p> + <p> + There is one spot, however, which has been neglected, and yet the one that + should have been the first remembered, as it has been the most rudely + wasted. Blessed be the hand which plants trees upon Olivet! Blessed be the + hand that builds gardens about Sion! + </p> + <p> + The most remarkable creation, however, in modern Jerusalem is the Russian + settlement which within a few years has risen on the elevated ground on + the western side of the city. The Latin, the Greek, and the Armenian + Churches had for centuries possessed enclosed establishments in the city, + which, under the name of monasteries, provided shelter and protection for + hundreds—it might be said even thousands—of pilgrims belonging + to their respective rites. The great scale, therefore, on which Russia + secured hospitality for her subjects was not in reality so remarkable as + the fact that it seemed to indicate a settled determination to separate + the Muscovite Church altogether from the Greek, and throw off what little + dependence is still acknowledged on the Patriarchate of Constantinople. + Whatever the motive, the design has been accomplished on a large scale. + The Russian buildings, all well defended, are a caravanserai, a cathedral, + a citadel. The consular flag crowns the height and indicates the office of + administration; priests and monks are permanent inhabitants, and a whole + caravan of Muscovite pilgrim and the trades on which they depend can be + accommodated within the precinct. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus, his family and suite, were to be the guests of the Russian + consul, and every preparation was made to insure the celebrated painter a + becoming reception. Frequent telegrams had duly impressed the + representative of all the Russias in the Holy Land with the importance of + his impending visitor. Even the qualified and strictly provisional + acceptance of the Russian proposition by Mr. Phoebus had agitated the + wires of Europe scarcely less than a suggested conference. + </p> + <p> + “An artist should always remember what he owes to posterity and his + profession,” said Mr. Phoebus to Lothair, as they were walking the deck, + “even if you can distinguish between them, which I doubt, for it is only + by a sense of the beautiful that the human family can be sustained in Its + proper place in the scale of creation, and the sense of the beautiful is a + result of the study of the fine arts. It would be something to sow the + seeds of organic change in the Mongolian type, but I am nor sanguine of + success. There is no original fund of aptitude to act upon. The most + ancient of existing communities is Turanian, and yet, though they could + invent gunpowder and the mariner’s compass, they never could understand + perspective.—Man ahead there! tell Madame Phoebus to come on deck + for the first sight of Mount Lebanon.” + </p> + <p> + When the Pan entered the port of Joppa they observed another English yacht + in those waters; but, before they could speculate on its owner, they were + involved in all the complications of landing. On the quay, the Russian + vice-consul was in attendance with horses and mules, and donkeys handsomer + than either. The ladies were delighted with the vast orange-gardens of + Joppa, which Madame Phoebus said realized quite her idea of the Holy Land. + </p> + <p> + “I was prepared for milk and honey,” said Euphrosyne, “but this is too + delightful,” as she travelled through lanes of date-bearing palm-trees, + and sniffed with her almond-shaped nostrils the all-pervading fragrance. + </p> + <p> + They passed the night at Arimathea, a pretty village surrounded with + gardens enclosed with hedges of prickly pear. Here they found hospitality, + in an old convent, but all the comforts of Europe and many of the + refinements of Asia had been forwarded for their accommodations. + </p> + <p> + “It is a great homage to art,” said Mr. Phoebus, as he scattered his gold + like a great seigneur of Gascony. + </p> + <p> + The next day, two miles from Jerusalem, the consul met them with a + cavalcade, and the ladies assured their host that they were not at all + wearied with their journey, but were quite prepared, in due time, to join + his dinner-party, which he was most anxious they should attend, as he had + “two English lords” who had arrived, and whom he had invited to meet them. + They were all curious to know their names, though that, unfortunately, the + consul could not tell them, but he had sent to the English consulate to + have them written down. All he could assure them was, that they were real + English lords, not travelling English lords, but in sober earnestness + great personages. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus was highly gratified. He was pleased with his reception. There + was nothing he liked much more than a procession. He was also a sincere + admirer of the aristocracy of his country. “On the whole,” he would say, + “they most resemble the old Hellenic race; excelling in athletic sports, + speaking no other language than their own, and never reading.” + </p> + <p> + “Your fault,” he would sometimes say to Lothair, “and the cause of many of + your sorrows, is the habit of mental introspection. Man is born to + observe, but if he falls into psychology he observes nothing, and then he + is astonished that life has no charms for him, or that, never seizing the + occasion, his career is a failure. No, sir, it is the eye that must be + occupied and cultivated; no one knows the capacity of the eye who has not + developed it, or the visions of beauty and delight and inexhaustible + interest which it commands. To a man who observes, life is as different as + the existence of a dreaming psychologist is to that of the animals of the + field.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear,” said Lothair, “that I have at length found out the truth, and + that I am a dreaming psychologist.” + </p> + <p> + “You are young and not irremediably lost,” said Mr. Phoebus. “Fortunately, + you have received the admirable though partial education of your class. + You are a good shot, you can ride, you can row, you can swim. That + imperfect secretion of the brain which is called thought has not yet bowed + your frame. You have not had time to read much. Give it up altogether. The + conversation of a woman like Theodora is worth all the libraries in the + world. If it were only for her sake, I should wish to save you, but I wish + to do it for your own. Yes, profit by the vast though calamitous + experience which you have gained in a short time. We may know a great deal + about our bodies, we can know very little about our minds.” + </p> + <p> + The “real English lords” turned out to be Bertram and St. Aldegonde, + returning from Nubia. They had left England about the same time as + Lothair, and had paired together on the Irish Church till Easter, with a + sort of secret hope on the part of St. Aldegonde that they might neither + of them reappear in the House of Commons again until the Irish Church were + either saved or subverted. Holy Week had long passed, and they were at + Jerusalem, not quite so near the House of Commons as the Reform Club or + the Carlton, but still St. Aldegonde had mentioned that he was beginning + to be bored with Jerusalem, and Bertram counted on their immediate + departure when they accepted the invitation to dine with the Russian + consul. + </p> + <p> + Lothair was unaffectedly delighted to meet Bertram, and glad to see St. + Aldegonde, but he was a little nervous and embarrassed as to the probable + tone of his reception by them. But their manner relieved him in an + instant, for he saw they knew nothing of his adventures. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said St. Aldegonde, “what have you been doing with yourself since + we last met? I wish you had come with us, and had a shot at a crocodile.” + </p> + <p> + Bertram told Lothair in the course of the evening that he found letters at + Cairo from Corisande, on his return, in which there was a good deal about + Lothair, and which had made him rather uneasy. “That there was a rumor you + had been badly wounded, and some other things,” and Bertram looked him + full in the face; “but I dare say not a word of truth.” + </p> + <p> + “I was never better in my life,” said Lothair, “and I have been in Sicily + and in Greece. However, we will talk over all this another time.” + </p> + <p> + The dinner at the consulate was one of the most successful banquets that + was ever given, if to please your guests be the test of good fortune in + such enterprises. St. Aldegonde was perfectly charmed with the Phoebus + family; he did not know which to admire most—the great artist, who + was in remarkable spirits to-day, considering he was in a Semitic country, + or his radiant wife, or his brilliant sister-in-law. St. Aldegonde took an + early opportunity of informing Bertram that if he liked to go over and + vote for the Irish Church he would release him from his pair with the + greatest pleasure, but for his part he had not the slightest intention of + leaving Jerusalem at present. Strange to say, Bertram received this + intimation without a murmur. He was not so loud in his admiration of the + Phoebus family as St. Aldegonde, but there is a silent sentiment sometimes + more expressive than the noisiest applause, and more dangerous. Bertram + had sat next to Euphrosyne, and was entirely spell-bound. + </p> + <p> + The consul’s wife, a hostess not unworthy of such guests, had entertained + her friends in the European style. The dinner-hour was not late, and the + gentlemen who attended the ladies from the dinner-table were allowed to + remain some time in the saloon. Lothair talked much to the consul’s wife, + by whose side sat Madame Phoebus. St. Aldegonde was always on his legs, + distracted by the rival attractions of that lady and her husband. More + remote, Bertram whispered to Euphrosyne, who answered him with laughing + eyes. + </p> + <p> + At a certain hour, the consul, attended by his male guests, crossing a + court, proceeded to his divan, a lofty and capacious chamber painted in + fresco, and with no furniture except the low but broad raised seat that + surrounded the room. Here, when they were seated, an equal number of + attendants—Arabs in Arab dress, blue gowns, and red slippers, and + red caps—entered, each proffering a long pipe of cherry or jasmine + wood. Then, in a short time, guests dropped in, and pipes and coffee were + immediately brought to them. Any person who had been formally presented to + the consul had this privilege, without any further invitation. The society + often found in these consular divans in the more remote places of the East—Cairo, + Damascus, Jerusalem—is often extremely entertaining and instructive. + Celebrated travellers, distinguished men of science, artists, adventurers + who ultimately turn out to be heroes, eccentric characters of all kinds, + are here encountered, and give the fruits of their original or experienced + observation without reserve. + </p> + <p> + “It is the smoking-room over again,” whispered St. Aldegonde to Lothair, + “only in England one is so glad to get away from the women, but here I + must say I should have liked to remain behind.” + </p> + <p> + An individual in a Syrian dress, fawn-colored robes girdled with a rich + shawl, and a white turban, entered. He made his salute with grace and + dignity to the consul, touching his forehead, his lip, and his heart, and + took his seat with the air of one not unaccustomed to be received, + playing, until he received his chibouque, with a chaplet of beads. + </p> + <p> + “That is a good-looking fellow, Lothair,” said St. Aldegonde; “or is it + the dress that turns them out such swells? I feel quite a lout by some of + these fellows.” + </p> + <p> + “I think he would be good-looking in any dress,” said Lothair. “A + remarkable countenance.” + </p> + <p> + It was an oval visage, with features in harmony with that form; large + dark-brown eyes and lashes, and brows delicately but completely defined; + no hair upon the face except a beard, full but not long. He seemed about + the same age as Mr. Phoebus, and his complexion, though pale, was clear + and fair. + </p> + <p> + The conversation, after some rambling, had got upon the Suez Canal. Mr. + Phoebus did not care for the political or the commercial consequences of + that great enterprise, but he was glad that a natural division should be + established between the greater races and the Ethiopian. It might not lead + to any considerable result, but it asserted a principle. He looked upon + that trench as a protest. + </p> + <p> + “But would you place the Nilotic family in the Ethiopian race?” inquired + the Syrian in a voice commanding from its deep sweetness. + </p> + <p> + “I would certainly. They were Cushim, and that means negroes.” + </p> + <p> + The Syrian did not agree with Mr. Phoebus; he stated his views firmly and, + clearly, but without urging them. He thought that we must look to the + Pelasgi as the colonizing race that had peopled and produced Egypt. The + mention of the Pelasgi fired Mr. Phoebus to even unusual eloquence. He + denounced the Pelasgi as a barbarous race: men of gloomy superstitions, + who, had it not been for the Hellenes, might have fatally arrested the + human development. The triumph of the Hellenes was the triumph of the + beautiful, and all that is great and good in life was owing to their + victory. + </p> + <p> + “It is difficult to ascertain what is great in life,” said the Syrian, + “because nations differ on the subject and ages. Some, for example, + consider war to be a great thing, others condemn it. I remember also when + patriotism was a boast, and now it is a controversy. But it is not so + difficult to ascertain what is good. For man has in his own being some + guide to such knowledge, and divine aid to acquire it has not been wanting + to him. For my part I could not maintain that the Hellenic system led to + virtue.” + </p> + <p> + The conversation was assuming an ardent character when the consul, as a + diplomatist, turned the channel. Mr. Phoebus had vindicated the Hellenic + religion, the Syrian, with a terse protest against the religion of Nature, + however idealized, as tending to the corruption of man, had let the + question die away, and the Divan were discussing dromedaries, and + dancing-girls, and sherbet made of pomegranate, which the consul + recommended and ordered to be produced. Some of the guests retired, and + among them the Syrian with the same salute and the same graceful dignity + as had distinguished his entrance. + </p> + <p> + “Who is that man?” said Mr. Phoebus. “I met him at Rome ten years ago. + Baron Mecklenburg brought him to me to paint for my great picture of St. + John, which is in the gallery of Munich. He said in his way—you + remember his way—that he would bring me a face of Paradise.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot exactly tell you his name,” said the consul. “Prince Galitzin + brought him here, and thought highly of him. I believe he is one of the + old Syrian families in the mountain; but whether he be a Maronite or a + Druse, or any thing else, I really cannot say. Now try the sherbet.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0077" id="link2HCH0077"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 77 + </h2> + <p> + There are few things finer than the morning view of Jerusalem from the + Mount of Olives. The fresh and golden light falls on a walled city with + turrets and towers and frequent gates: the houses of freestone, with + terraced or oval roofs, sparkle in the sun, while the cupolaed pile of the + Church of the Holy Sepulchre, the vast monasteries, and the broad steep of + Sion crowned with the tower of David, vary the monotony of the general + masses of building. But the glory of the scene is the Mosque of Omar as it + rises on its broad platform of marble from the deep ravine of Kedron, with + its magnificent dome high in the air, its arches and gardened courts, and + its ornaments glittering amid the cedar, the cypress, and the palm. + </p> + <p> + Reclining on Olivet, Lothair, alone and in charmed abstraction, gazed on + the wondrous scene. Since his arrival at Jerusalem he lived much apart, + nor had he found difficulty in effecting this isolation. Mr. Phoebus had + already established a studio on a considerable scale, and was engaged in + making sketches of pilgrims and monks, tall donkeys of Bethlehem with + starry fronts, in which he much delighted, and grave Jellaheen sheiks, who + were hanging about the convents in the hopes of obtaining a convoy to the + Dead Sea. As for St. Aldegonde and Bertram, they passed their lives at the + Russian consulate, or with its most charming inhabitants. This morning, + with the consul and his wife and the matchless sisters, as St. Aldegonde + always termed them, they had gone on an excursion to the Convent of the + Nativity. Dinner usually reassembled all the party, and then the Divan + followed. + </p> + <p> + “I say, Bertram,” said St. Aldegonde, “what a lucky thing we paired and + went to Nubia! I rejoice in the Divan, and yet, somehow, I cannot bear + leaving those women. If the matchless sisters would only smoke, by Jove + they would be perfect!” + </p> + <p> + “I should not like Euphrosyne to smoke,” said Bertram. + </p> + <p> + A person approached Lothair by the pathway from Bethany. It was the Syrian + gentleman whom he had met at the consulate. As he was passing Lothair, he + saluted him with the grace which had been before remarked, and Lothair, + who was by nature courteous, and even inclined a little to ceremony in his + manners, especially with those with whom he was not intimate, immediately + rose, as he would not receive such a deputation in a reclining posture. + </p> + <p> + “Let me not disturb you,” said the stranger, “or, if we must be on equal + terms, let me also be seated, for this is a view that never palls.” + </p> + <p> + “It is perhaps familiar to you,” said Lothair, “but with me, only a + pilgrim, its effect is fascinating, almost overwhelming.” + </p> + <p> + “The view of Jerusalem never becomes familiar,” said the Syrian, “for its + associations are so transcendent, so various, so inexhaustible, that the + mind can never anticipate its course of thought and feeling, when one + sits, as we do now, on this immortal mount.” + </p> + <p> + “I presume you live here?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Not exactly,” said his companion. “I have recently built a house without + the walls, and I have planted my hill with fruit-trees, and made vineyards + and olive-grounds, but I have done this as much—perhaps more—to + set an example, which, I am glad, to say, has been followed, as for my own + convenience or pleasure. My home is in the north of Palestine, on the + other side of, Jordan, beyond the Sea of Galilee. My family has dwelt + there from time immemorial; but they always loved this city, and have a + legend that they dwelt occasionally within its walls, even in the days + when Titus from that hill looked down upon the temple.” + </p> + <p> + “I have often wished to visit the Sea of Galilee,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you have now an opportunity,” said the Syrian; “the north of + Palestine, though it has no topical splendor, has much variety and a + peculiar natural charm. The burst and brightness of spring have not yet + quite vanished: you would find our plains radiant with wild-flowers, and + our hills green with young crops; and, though we cannot rival Lebanon, we + have forest glades among our famous hills that, when once seen, are + remembered.” + </p> + <p> + “But there is something to me more interesting than the splendor of + tropical scenery,” said Lothair, “even if Galilee could offer it. I wish + to visit the cradle of my faith.” + </p> + <p> + “And you would do wisely,” said the Syrian, “for there is no doubt the + spiritual nature of man is developed in this land.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet there are persons at the present day who doubt—even deny—the + spiritual nature of man,” said Lothair. “I do not, I could not—there + are reasons why I could not.” + </p> + <p> + “There are some things I know, and some things I believe,” said the + Syrian. “I know that I have a soul, and I believe that it is immortal.” + </p> + <p> + “It is science that, by demonstrating the insignificance of this globe in + the vast scale of creation, has led to this infidelity,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Science may prove the insignificance of this globe in the scale of + creation,” said the stranger, “but it cannot prove the insignificance of + man. What is the earth compared with the sun? a molehill by a mountain; + yet the inhabitants of this earth can discover the elements of which the + great orb consists, and will probably ere long ascertain all the + conditions of its being. Nay, the human mind can penetrate far beyond the + sun. There is no relation, therefore, between the faculties of man and the + scale in creation of the planet which he inhabits.” + </p> + <p> + “I was glad to hear you assert the other night the spiritual nature of man + in opposition to Mr. Phoebus.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! Mr. Phoebus!” said the stranger, with a smile. “He is an old + acquaintance of mine. And I must say he is very consistent—except in + paying a visit to Jerusalem. That does surprise me. He said to me the + other night the same things as he said to me at Rome many years ago. He + would revive the worship of Nature. The deities whom he so eloquently + describes and so exquisitely delineates are the ideal personifications of + the most eminent human qualities, and chiefly the physical. Physical + beauty is his standard of excellence, and he has a fanciful theory that + moral order would be the consequence of the worship of physical beauty, + for without moral order he holds physical beauty cannot be maintained. But + the answer to Mr. Phoebus is, that his system has been tried and has + failed, and under conditions more favorable than are likely to exist + again; the worship of Nature ended in the degradation of the human race.” + </p> + <p> + “But Mr. Phoebus cannot really believe in Apollo and Venus,” said Lothair. + “These are phrases. He is, I suppose, what is called a Pantheist.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt the Olympus of Mr. Phoebus is the creation of his easel,” + replied the Syrian. “I should not, however, describe him as a Pantheist, + whose creed requires more abstraction than Mr. Phoebus, the worshipper of + nature, would tolerate. His school never care to pursue any investigation + which cannot be followed by the eye—and the worship of the beautiful + always ends in an orgy. As for Pantheism, it is Atheism in domino. The + belief in a Creator who is unconscious of creating is more monstrous than + any dogma of any of the Churches in this city, and we have them all here.” + </p> + <p> + “But there are people now who tell you that there never was any Creation, + and therefore there never could have been a Creator,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “And which is now advanced with the confidences of novelty,” said the + Syrian, “though all of it has been urged, and vainly urged, thousands of + years ago. There must be design, or all we see would be without sense, and + I do not believe in the unmeaning. As for the natural forces to which all + creation is now attributed, we know they are unconscious, while + consciousness is as inevitable a portion of our existence as the eye or + the hand. The conscious cannot be derived from the unconscious. Man is + divine.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could assure myself of the personality of the Creator,” said + Lothair. “I cling to that, but they say it is unphilosophical.” + </p> + <p> + “In what sense?” asked the Syrian. “Is it more unphilosophical to believe + in a personal God, omnipotent and omniscient, than in natural forces + unconscious and irresistible? Is it unphilosophical to combine power with + intelligence? Goethe, a Spinozist who did not believe in Spinoza, said + that he could bring his mind to the conception that in the centre of space + we might meet with a monad of pure intelligence. What may be the centre of + space I leave to the daedal imagination of the author of ‘Faust;’ but a + monad of pure intelligence—is that more philosophical than the + truth, first revealed to man amid these everlasting hills,” said the + Syrian, “that God made man in His own image?” + </p> + <p> + “I have often found in that assurance a source of sublime consolation,” + said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “It is the charter of the nobility of man,” said the Syrian, “one of the + divine dogmas revealed in this land; not the invention of councils, not + one of which was held on this sacred soil, confused assemblies first got + together by the Greeks, and then by barbarous nations in barbarous times.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet the divine land no longer tells us divine things,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “It may or it may not have fulfilled its destiny,” said the Syrian. “‘In + my Father’s house are many mansions,’ and by the various families of + nations the designs of the Creator are accomplished. God works by races, + and one was appointed in due season and after many developments to reveal + and expound in this land the spiritual nature of man. The Aryan and the + Semite are of the same blood and origin, but when they quitted their + central land they were ordained to follow opposite courses. Each division + of the great race has developed one portion of the double nature of + humanity, till, after all their wanderings, they met again, and, + represented by their two choicest families, the Hellenes and the Hebrews, + brought together the treasures of their accumulated wisdom, and secured + the civilization of man.” + </p> + <p> + “Those among whom I have lived of late,” said Lothair, “have taught me to + trust much in councils, and to believe that without them there could be no + foundation for the Church. I observe you do not speak in that vein, + though, like myself, you find solace in those dogmas which recognize the + relations between the created and the Creator.” + </p> + <p> + “There can be no religion without that recognition,” said the Syrian, “and + no creed can possibly be devised without such a recognition that would + satisfy man. Why we are here, whence we come, whither we go—these + are questions which man is organically framed and forced to ask himself, + and that would not be the case if they could not be answered. As for + churches depending on councils, the first council was held more than three + centuries after the Sermon on the Mount. We Syrians had churches in the + interval: no one can deny that. I bow before the Divine decree that swept + them away from Antioch to Jerusalem, but I am not yet prepared to transfer + my spiritual allegiance to Italian popes and Greek patriarchs. We believe + that our family were among the first followers of Jesus, and that we then + held lands in Bashan which we hold now. We had a gospel once in our + district where there was some allusion to this, and being written by + neighbors, and probably at the time, I dare say it was accurate, but the + Western Churches declared our gospel was not authentic, though why I + cannot tell, and they succeeded in extirpating it. It was not an + additional reason why we should enter into their fold. So I am content to + dwell in Galilee and trace the footsteps of my Divine Master, musing over + His life and pregnant sayings amid the mounts He sanctified and the waters + He loved so well.” + </p> + <p> + The sun was now rising in the heavens, and the hour had arrived when it + became expedient to seek the shade. Lothair and the Syrian rose at the + same time. + </p> + <p> + “I shall not easily forget our conversation on the Mount of Olives,” said + Lothair, “and I would ask you to add to this kindness by permitting me, + before I leave Jerusalem, to pay my respects to you under your roof.” + </p> + <p> + “Peace be with you!” said the Syrian. “I live without the gate of + Damascus, on a hill which you will easily recognize, and my name is + PARACLETE.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0078" id="link2HCH0078"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 78 + </h2> + <p> + Time passed very agreeably to St. Aldegonde and Bertram at Jerusalem, for + it was passed entirely at the Russian consulate, or with its interesting + and charming inmates, who were always making excursions, or, as they + styled them, pilgrimages. They saw little of Lothair, who would willingly + have conversed with his friend on many topics, but his friend was almost + always engaged, and, if by some chance they succeeded in finding + themselves alone, Bertram appeared to be always preoccupied. One day he + said to Lothair: “I tell you what, old fellow, if you want to know all + about what has happened at home, I will give you Corisande’s letters. They + are a sort of journal which she promised to keep for me, and they will + tell you every thing. I found an immense packet of them on our return from + Cairo, and I meant to have read them here; but I do not know how it is—I + suppose there is so much to be seen here—but I never seem to have a + moment to myself. I have got an engagement now to the consulate. We are + going to Elisha’s Fountain to-day. Why do not you come?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am engaged too,” said Lothair. “I have settled to go to the Tombs + of the Kings to-day, with Signor Paraclete, and I cannot well get off; but + remember the letters.” + </p> + <p> + The box of letters arrived at Lothair’s rooms in due season, and their + perusal deeply interested him. In their pages, alike earnest and lively, + and a picture of a mind of high intelligence adorned with fancy and + feeling, the name of Lothair frequently appeared, and sometimes + accompanied with expressions that made his heart beat. All the rumors of + his adventures, as they gradually arrived in England, generally distorted, + were duly chronicled, and sometimes with comments, which intimated the + interest they occasioned to the correspondent of Bertram. More than once + she could not refrain from reproaching her brother for having left his + friend so much to himself. “Of all your friends,” she said, “the one who + always most interested me, and seemed most worthy of your affection.” And + then she deplored the absolute ruin of Lothair, for such she deemed his + entrance into the Roman Church. + </p> + <p> + “I was right in my appreciation of that woman, though I was utterly + inexperienced in life,” thought Lothair. “If her mother had only favored + my views two years ago, affairs would have been different. Would they have + been better? Can they be worse? But I have gained experience. Certainly; + and paid for it with my heart’s blood. And might I not have gained + experience tranquilly, in the discharge of the duties of my position at + home—dear home? Perhaps not. And suppose I never had gained + experience, I still might have been happy? And what am I now? Most lone + and sad. So lone and sad that nothing but the magical influence of the + scene around me saves me from an overwhelming despondency.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair passed his life chiefly with Paraclete, and, a few weeks after + their first acquaintance, they left Jerusalem together for Galilee. + </p> + <p> + The month of May had disappeared, and June was advancing. Bertram and + Saint Aldegonde no longer talked about their pair, and their engagements + in the House of Commons. There seemed a tacit understanding between them + to avoid the subject; remarkable on the part of Bertram, for he had always + been urgent on his brother-in-law to fulfil their parliamentary + obligation. + </p> + <p> + The party at the Russian consulate had gone on a grand expedition to the + Dead Sea, and had been absent for many days from Jerusalem. They were + conveyed by one of the sheiks of the Jordan valley. It was a most + successful expedition—constant adventure, novel objects and habits, + all the spell of a romantic life. The ladies were delighted with the + scenery of the Jordan valley, and the gentlemen had good sport; St. + Aldegonde had killed a wild-boar, and Bertram an ibex, whose horns were + preserved for Brentham. Mr. Phoebus intensely studied the camel and its + habits. He persuaded himself that the ship of the desert entirely + understood him. “But it is always so,” he added. “There is no animal that + in a week does not perfectly comprehend me. Had I time and could give + myself up to it, I have no doubt I could make them speak. Nature has + endowed me, so far as dumb animals are concerned, with a peculiar mesmeric + power.” + </p> + <p> + At last this happy caravan was again within sight of the walls of + Jerusalem. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to have remained in the valley of the Jordan forever,” said + St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “And so should I,” whispered Bertram to Euphrosyne, “with the same + companions.” + </p> + <p> + When they had returned to the consulate, they found the post from England + had arrived during their absence. There were dispatches for all. It is an + agitating moment—that arrival of letters in a distant land. Lord St. + Aldegonde seemed much disturbed when he tore open and perused his. His + countenance became clouded; he dashed his hand through his dishevelled + locks; he pouted; and then he said to Bertram, “Come to my room.” + </p> + <p> + “Anything wrong at home?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at home,” said St. Aldegonde. “Bertha is all right. But a most + infernal letter from Glyn—most insolent. If I do return I will vote + against them. But I will not return. I have made up my mind to that. + People are so selfish,” exclaimed St. Aldegonde, with indignation. “They + never think of any thing but themselves.” + </p> + <p> + “Show me his letter,” said Bertram. “I have got a letter too; it is from + the duke.” + </p> + <p> + The letter of the Opposition whip did not deserve the epithets ascribed to + it by St. Aldegonde. It was urgent and courteously peremptory; but, + considering the circumstances of the case, by no means too absolute. + Paired to Easter by great indulgence, St. Aldegonde was passing + Whitsuntide at Jerusalem. The parliamentary position was critical, and the + future of the Opposition seemed to depend on the majority by which their + resolutions on the Irish Church were sent up to the House of Lords. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Bertram. “I see nothing to complain of in that letter. Except + a little more urgency, it is almost the same language as reached us at + Cairo, and then you said Glyn was a capital fellow, and seemed quite + pleased.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, because I hated Egypt,” said St. Aldegonde. “I hated the pyramids, + and I was disappointed with the dancing-girls; and it seemed to me that, + if it had not been for the whip, we never should have been able to escape. + But things are very different now.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, they are,” said Bertram, in a melancholy tone. + </p> + <p> + “You do not think of returning?” said St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “Instantly,” replied Bertram. “I have a letter from the duke which is + peremptory. The county is dissatisfied with my absence. And mine is a + queer constituency; very numerous and several large towns; the popularity + of my family gained me the seat, not their absolute influence.” + </p> + <p> + “My constituents never trouble me,” said St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “You have none,” said Bertram. + </p> + <p> + “Well, if I were member for a metropolitan district I would not budge. And + I little thought you would have deserted me.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” sighed Bertram. “You’re discontented, because your amusements are + interrupted. But think of my position, torn from a woman whom I adore.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you know you must have left her sooner or later,” urged St. + Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “Why?” asked Bertram. + </p> + <p> + “You know what Lothair told us. She is engaged to her cousin the Prince of + Samos, and—” + </p> + <p> + “If I had only the Prince of Samos to deal with, I should care little,” + said Bertram. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what do you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “That Euphrosyne is mine, if my family will sanction our union, but not + otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + St. Aldegonde gave a long whistle, and he added, “I wish Bertha were here. + She is the only person I know who has a head.” + </p> + <p> + “You see, my dear Granville, while you are talking of your little + disappointments, I am involved in awful difficulties.” + </p> + <p> + “You are sure about the Palace of Samos?” + </p> + <p> + “Clear your head of that. There is no engagement of any kind between him + and Euphrosyne. The visit to the island was only a preliminary ceremony—just + to show himself. No doubt the father wishes the alliance; nor is there any + reason to suppose that it would be disagreeable to the son; but, I repeat + it—no engagement exists.” + </p> + <p> + “If I were not your brother-in-law, I should have been very glad to have + married Euphrosyne myself,” said St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but what am I to do?” asked Bertram, rather impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “It will not do to write to Brentham,” said St. Aldegonde, gravely; “that + I see clearly.” Then, after musing a while, he added: “I am vexed to leave + our friends here and shall miss them sadly. They are the most agreeable + people I ever knew. I never enjoyed myself so much. But we must think of + nothing but your affairs. We must return instantly. The whip will be an + excuse, but the real business will be Euphrosyne. I should delight in + having her for a sister-in-law, but the affair will require management. We + can make short work of getting home: steam to Marseilles, leave the yacht + there, and take the railroad. I have half a mind to telegraph to Bertha to + meet us there. She would be of great use.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0079" id="link2HCH0079"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 79 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair was delighted with Galilee, and particularly with the blue waters + of its lake slumbering beneath the surrounding hills. Of all its once + pleasant towns, Tiberias alone remains, and that in ruins from a recent + earthquake. But where are Chorazin, and Bethsaida, and Capernaum? A group + of hovels and an ancient tower still bear the magic name of Magdala, and + all around are green mounts and gentle slopes, the scenes of miracles that + softened the heart of man, and of sermons that never tire his ear. Dreams + passed over Lothair of settling forever on the shores of these waters, and + of reproducing all their vanished happiness: rebuilding their memorable + cities, reviving their fisheries, cultivating the plain of Gennesaret and + the country of the Gadarenes, and making researches in this cradle of pure + and primitive Christianity. + </p> + <p> + The heritage of Paraclete was among the oaks of Bashan, a lofty land, + rising suddenly from the Jordan valley, verdant and well watered, and + clothed in many parts with forest; there the host of Lothair resided among + his lands and people, and himself dwelt in a stone and castellated + building, a portion of which was of immemorial antiquity, and where he + could rally his forces and defend himself in case of the irruption and + invasion of the desert tribes. And here one morn arrived a messenger from + Jerusalem summoning Lothair back to that city, in consequence of the + intended departure of his friends. + </p> + <p> + The call was urgent, and was obeyed immediately with that promptitude + which the manners of the East, requiring no preparation, admit. Paraclete + accompanied his guest. They had to cross the Jordan, and then to trace + their way till they reached the southern limit of the plain of Esdraelon, + from whence they counted on the following day to reach Jerusalem. While + they were encamped on this spot, a body of Turkish soldiery seized all + their horses, which were required, they said, by the Pacha of Damascus, + who was proceeding to Jerusalem, attending a great Turkish general, who + was on a mission to examine the means of defence of Palestine on the + Egyptian side. This was very vexatious, but one of those incidents of + Eastern life against which it is impossible to contend; so Lothair and + Paraclete were obliged to take refuge in their pipes beneath a huge and + solitary sycamore-tree, awaiting the arrival of the Ottoman magnificoes. + </p> + <p> + They came at last, a considerable force of cavalry, then mules and + barbarous carriages with the harem, all the riders and inmates enveloped + in what appeared to be winding-sheets, white and shapeless; about them + eunuchs and servants. The staff of the pachas followed, preceding the + grandees who closed the march, mounted on Anatolian chargers. + </p> + <p> + Paraclete and Lothair had been obliged to leave the grateful shade of the + sycamore-tree, as the spot had been fixed on by the commander of the + advanced guard for the resting-place of the pachas. They were standing + aside and watching the progress of the procession, and contemplating the + earliest opportunity of representing their grievances to high authority, + when the Turkish general, or the seraskier, as the Syrians inaccurately + styled him, suddenly reined in his steed, and said, in a loud voice, + “Captain Muriel!” + </p> + <p> + Lothair recognized the well-known voice of his commanding officer in the + Apennine, and advanced to him with a military salute. “I must first + congratulate you on being alive, which I hardly hoped,” said the general. + “Then let me know why you are here.” + </p> + <p> + And Lothair told him. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you shall have back your horses,” said the general; “and I will + escort you to El Khuds. In the mean time you must be our guest;” and he + presented him to the Pacha of Damascus with some form. “You and I have + bivouacked in the open air before this, and not in so bland a clime.” + </p> + <p> + Beneath the shade of the patriarchal sycamore, the general narrated to + Lothair his adventures since they were fellow-combatants on the fatal + field of Mentana. + </p> + <p> + “When all was over,” continued the general, “I fled with Garibaldi, and + gained the Italian frontier at Terrni. Here we were of course arrested by + the authorities, but not very maliciously. I escaped one morning, and got + among the mountains in the neighborhood of our old camp. I had to wander + about these parts for some time, for the Papalini were in the vicinity, + and there was danger. It was a hard time; but I found a friend now and + then among the country people, though they are dreadfully superstitious. + At last I got to the shore, and induced an honest fellow to put to sea in + an open boat, on the chance of something turning up. It did, in the shape + of a brigantine from Elba bound for Corfu. Here I was sure to find + friends, for the brotherhood are strong in the Ionian Isles. And I began + to look about for business. The Greeks made me some offers, but their + schemes were all vanity, worse than the Irish. You remember our Fenian + squabble? From something that transpired, I had made up my mind, so soon + as I was well equipped, to go to Turkey. I had had some transactions with + the house of Cantacuzene, through the kindness of our dear friend whom we + will never forget, but will never mention; and through them I became + acquainted with the Prince of Samos, who is the chief of their house. He + is in the entire confidence of Aali Pacha. I soon found out that there was + real business on the carpet. The Ottoman army, after many trials and + vicissitudes, is now in good case; and the Porte has resolved to stand no + more nonsense either in this direction—” and the general gave a + significant glance—“or in any other. But they wanted a general; they + wanted a man who knew his business. I am not a Garibaldi, you know, and + never pretended to be. I have no genius, or volcanic fire, or that sort of + thing; but I do presume to say, with fair troops, paid with tolerable + regularity, a battery or two of rifled cannon, and a well-organized + commissariat, I am not afraid of meeting any captain of my acquaintance, + whatever his land or language. The Turks are a brave people, and there is + nothing in their system, political or religious, which jars with my + convictions. In the army, which is all that I much care for, there is the + career of merit, and I can promote any able man that I recognize. As for + their religion, they are tolerant and exact nothing from me; and if I had + any religion except Madre Natura, I am not sure I would not prefer + Islamism; which is at least simple, and as little sacerdotal as any + organized creed can be. The Porte made me a liberal offer, and I accepted + it. It so happened that, the moment I entered their service, I was wanted. + They had a difficulty on their Dalmatian frontier; I settled it in a way + they liked. And now I am sent here with full powers, and am a pacha of the + highest class, and with a prospect of some warm work. I do not know what + your views are, but, if you would like a little more soldiering, I will + put you on my staff; and, for aught I know, we may find your + winter-quarters at Grand Cairo—they say a pleasant place for such a + season.” + </p> + <p> + “My soldiering has not been very fortunate,” said Lothair; “and I am not + quite as great an admirer of the Turks as you are, general. My mind is + rather on the pursuits of peace, and twenty hours ago I had a dream of + settling on the shores of the Sea of Galilee.” + </p> + <p> + “Whatever you do,” said the general, “give up dreams.” + </p> + <p> + “I think you may be right in that,” said Lothair, with half a sigh. + </p> + <p> + “Action may not always be happiness,” said the general; “but there is no + happiness without action. If you will not fight the Egyptians, were I you, + I would return home and plunge into affairs. That was a fine castle of + yours I visited one morning; a man who lives in such a place must be able + to find a great deal to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I almost wish I were there, with you for my companion,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “The wheel may turn,” said the general; “but I begin to think I shall not + see much of Europe again. I have given it some of my best years and best + blood; and, if I had assisted in establishing the Roman republic, I should + not have lived in vain; but the old imposture seems to me stronger than + ever. I have got ten good years in me yet; and, if I be well supported and + in luck, for, after all, every thing depends on fortune, and manage to put + a couple of hundred thousand men in perfect discipline, I may find some + consolation for not blowing up St. Peter’s, and may do something for the + freedom of mankind on the banks of the Danube.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0080" id="link2HCH0080"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 80 + </h2> + <p> + Mrs. Putney Giles, in full toilet, was standing before the mantel-piece of + her drawing-room in Hyde Park Gardens, and watching, with some anxiety, + the clock that rested on it. It was the dinner-hour, and Mr. Putney Giles, + particular in such matters, had not returned. No one looked forward to his + dinner, and a chat with his wife, with greater zest than Mr. Putney Giles; + and he deserved the gratification which both incidents afforded him, for + he fairly earned it. Full of news and bustle, brimful of importance and + prosperity, sunshiny and successful, his daily return home—which, + with many, perhaps most, men, is a process lugubriously monotonous—was + in Hyde Park Gardens, even to Apollonia, who possessed many means of + amusement and occupation, a source ever of interest and excitement. + </p> + <p> + To-day too, particularly, for their great client, friend, and patron, + Lothair, had arrived last night, from the Continent, at Muriel House, and + had directed Mr. Putney Giles to be in attendance on him on the afternoon + of this day. + </p> + <p> + Muriel House was a family mansion in the Green Park. It was built of hewn + stone, during the last century—a Palladian edifice, for a time much + neglected, but now restored and duly prepared for the reception of its + lord and master by the same combined energy and taste which had proved so + satisfactory and successful at Muriel Towers. + </p> + <p> + It was a long room, the front saloon at Hyde Park Gardens, and the door + was as remote as possible from the mantel-piece. It opened suddenly, but + only the panting face of Mr. Putney Giles was seen, as he poured forth in + hurried words: “My dear, dreadfully late, but I can dress in five minutes. + I only opened the door in passing, to tell you that I have seen our great + friend; wonderful man! but I will tell you all at dinner, or after. It was + not he who kept me, but the Duke of Brecon. The duke has been with me two + hours. I had a good mind to bring him home to dinner, and give him a + bottle of my ‘48. They like that sort of thing, but it will keep,” and the + head vanished. + </p> + <p> + The Duke of Brecon would not have dined ill, had he honored this + household. It is a pleasant thing to see an opulent and prosperous man of + business, sanguine and full of health, and a little overworked, at that + royal meal, dinner. How he enjoys his soup! And how curious in his fish! + How critical in his entrée, and how nice in his Welsh mutton! His + exhausted brain rallies under the glass of dry sherry, and he realizes all + his dreams with the aid of claret that has the true flavor of the violet. + </p> + <p> + “And now, my dear Apollonia,” said Mr. Putney Giles, when the servants had + retired, and he turned his chair and played with a new nut from the + Brazils, “about our great friend. Well, I was there at two o’clock, and + found him at breakfast. Indeed, he said that, had he not given me an + appointment, he thought he should not have risen at all. So delighted he + was to find himself again in an English bed. Well, he told me every thing + that had happened. I never knew a man so unreserved, and so different from + what he was when I first knew him, for he never much cared then to talk + about himself. But no egotism, nothing of that sort of thing—all his + mistakes, all his blunders, as he called them. He told me every thing, + that I might thoroughly understand his position, and that he might judge + whether the steps I had taken in reference to it were adequate.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose about his religion,” said Apollonia. “What is he, after all?” + </p> + <p> + “As sound as you are. But you are right; that was the point on which he + was most anxious. He wrote, you know, to me from Malta, when the account + of his conversion first appeared, to take all necessary steps to + contradict the announcement, and counteract its consequences. He gave me + carte blanche, and was anxious to know precisely what I had done. I told + him that a mere contradiction, anonymous, or from a third person, however + unqualified its language, would have no effect in the face of a detailed + narrative, like that in all the papers, of his walking in procession and + holding a lighted taper, and all that sort of thing. What I did was this. + I commenced building, by his direction, two new churches on his estate, + and announced in the local journals, copied in London, that he would be + present at the consecration of both. I subscribed, in his name, and + largely, to all the diocesan societies, gave a thousand pounds to the + Bishop of London’s fund, and accepted for him the office of steward, for + this year, for the Sons of the Clergy. Then, when the public feeling was + ripe, relieved from all its anxieties, and beginning to get indignant at + the calumnies that had been so freely circulated, the time for paragraphs + had arrived, and one appeared stating that a discovery had taken place of + the means by which an unfounded and preposterous account of the conversion + of a distinguished young English nobleman at Rome had been invented and + circulated, and would probably furnish the occasion for an action for + libel. And now his return and appearance at the Chapel Royal, next Sunday, + will clinch the whole business.” + </p> + <p> + “And he was satisfied?” + </p> + <p> + “Most satisfied; a little anxious whether his personal friends, and + particularly the Brentham family, were assured of the truth. He travelled + home with the duke’s son and Lord St. Aldegonde, but they came from remote + parts, and their news from home was not very recent.” + </p> + <p> + “And how does he look?” + </p> + <p> + “Very well; never saw him look better. He is handsomer than he was. But he + is changed. I could not conceive in a year that any one could be so + changed. He was young for his years; he is now old for his years. He was, + in fact, a boy; he is now a man; and yet it is only a year. He said it + seemed to him ten.” + </p> + <p> + “He has been through a fiery furnace,” said Apollonia. + </p> + <p> + “Well, he has borne it well,” said Mr. Giles. “It is worth while serving + such a client, so cordial, so frank, and yet so full of thought. He says he does not in the least regret all the money he has wasted. Had he remained + at home, it would have gone to building a cathedral.” + </p> + <p> + “And a popish one!” said Apollonia. “I cannot agree with him,” she + continued, “that his Italian campaign was a waste of money. It will bear + fruit. We shall still see the end of the ‘abomination of desolation.’” + </p> + <p> + “Very likely,” said Mr. Giles; “but I trust my client will have no more to + do with such questions either way.” + </p> + <p> + “And did he ask after his friends?” said Apollonia. + </p> + <p> + “Very much: he asked after you. I think he went through all the guests at + Muriel Towers except the poor Campians. He spoke, to me about the colonel, + to whom it appears he has written; but Theodora he never mentioned, except + by some periphrasis, some allusion to a great sorrow, or to some dear + friend whom he had lost. He seems a little embarrassed about the St. + Jeromes, and said more than once that he owed his life to Miss Arundel. He + dwelt a good deal upon this. He asked also a great deal about the Brentham + family. They seem the people whom he most affects. When I told him of Lady + Corisande’s approaching union with the Duke of Brecon, I did not think he + half liked it.” + </p> + <p> + “But is it settled?” + </p> + <p> + “The same as—. The duke has been with me two hours to-day about his + arrangements. He has proposed to the parents, who are delighted with the + match, and has received every encouragement from the young lady. He looks + upon it as certain.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish our kind friend had not gone abroad,” said Apollonia. + </p> + <p> + “Well, at any rate, he has come back,” said Mr. Giles; “that is something. + I am sure I more than once never expected to see him again.” + </p> + <p> + “He has every virtue, and every charm,” said Apollonia, “and principles + that are now proved. I shall never forget his kindness at the Towers. I + wish he were settled for life. But who is worthy of him? I hope he will + not fall into the clutches of that popish girl. I have sometimes, from + what I observed at Muriel, and other reasons, a dread misgiving.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0081" id="link2HCH0081"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 81 + </h2> + <p> + It was the first night that Lothair had slept in his own house, and, when + he awoke in the morning, he was quite bewildered, and thought for a moment + he was in the Palazzo Agostini. He had not reposed in so spacious and + lofty a chamber since he was at Rome. And this brought all his + recollection to his Roman life, and every thing that had happened there. + “And yet, after all,” he said, “had it not been for Clare Arundel, I + should never have seen Muriel House. I owe to her my life.” His relations + with the St. Jerome family were doubtless embarrassing, even painful; and + yet his tender and susceptible nature could not for a moment tolerate that + he should passively submit to an estrangement from those who had conferred + on him so much kindness, and whose ill-considered and injurious courses, + as he now esteemed them, were perhaps, and probably, influenced and + inspired by exalted, even sacred motives. + </p> + <p> + He wondered whether they were in London; and, if so, what should he do? + Should he call, or should he write? He wished he could do something to + show to Miss Arundel how much he appreciated her kindness, and how + grateful he was. She was a fine creature, and all her errors were noble + ones; enthusiasm, energy, devotion to a sublime cause. Errors, but are + these errors? Are they not, on the contrary, qualities which should + command admiration in any one? and in a woman—and a beautiful woman—more + than admiration? + </p> + <p> + There is always something to worry you. It comes as regularly as sunrise. + Here was Lothair under his own roof again, after strange and trying + vicissitudes, with his health restored, his youth little diminished, with + some strange memories and many sweet ones; on the whole, once more in + great prosperity, and yet his mind harped only on one vexing thought, and + that was his painful and perplexed relations with the St. Jerome family. + </p> + <p> + His thoughts were a little distracted from this harassing theme by the + novelty of his house, and the pleasure it gave him. He admired the double + staircase and the somewhat heavy, yet richly-carved ceilings; and the look + into the park, shadowy and green, with a rich summer sun, and the palace + in the distance. What an agreeable contrast to his hard, noisy sojourn in + a bran-new, brobdingnagian hotel, as was his coarse fate when he was + launched into London life! This made him think of many comforts for which + he ought to be grateful, and then he remembered Muriel Towers, and how + completely and capitally every thing was there prepared and appointed, and + while he was thinking over all this—and kindly of the chief author + of these satisfactory arrangements, and the instances in which that + individual had shown, not merely professional dexterity and devotion, but + some of the higher qualities that make life sweet and pleasant—Mr. + Putney Giles was announced, and Lothair sprang forward and gave him his + hand with a cordiality which repaid at once that perfect but large-hearted + lawyer for all his exertions, and some anxieties that he had never + expressed even to Apollonia. + </p> + <p> + Nothing in life is more remarkable than the unnecessary anxiety which we + endure, and generally, occasion ourselves. Between four and five o’clock, + having concluded his long conference with Mr. Putney Giles, Lothair, as if + he were travelling the principal street of a foreign town, or rather + treading on tiptoe like a prince in some enchanted castle, ventured to + walk down St. James Street, and the very first person he met was Lord St. + Jerome! + </p> + <p> + Nothing could be more unaffectedly hearty than his greeting by that good + man and thorough gentleman. “I saw, by the Post, you had arrived,” said + Lord St. Jerome, “and we were all saying at breakfast how glad we should + be to see you again. And looking so well! Quite yourself! I never saw you + looking better. You have been to Egypt with Lord St. Aldegonde, I think? + It was the wisest thing you could do. I said to Gertrude, when you went to + Sicily, ‘If I were Lothair, I would go a good deal farther than Sicily.’ + You wanted change of scene and air, more than any man I know.” + </p> + <p> + “And how are they all?” said Lothair; “my first visit will be to them.” + </p> + <p> + “And they will be delighted to see you. Lady St. Jerome is a little + indisposed—a cold caught at one of her bazaars. She will hold them, + and they say that no one ever sells so much. But still, as I often say, + ‘My dear Gertrude, would it not be better if I were to give you a check + for the institution; it would be the same to them, and would save you a + great deal of trouble.’ But she fancies her presence inspires others, and + perhaps there is something in it.” + </p> + <p> + “I doubt not; and Miss Arundel?” + </p> + <p> + “Clare is quite well, and I am hurrying home now to ride with her. I shall + tell her that you asked after her.” + </p> + <p> + “And offer her my kindest remembrances.” + </p> + <p> + “What a relief!” exclaimed Lothair, when once more alone. “I thought I + should have sunk into the earth when he first addressed me, and now I + would not have missed this meeting for any consideration.” + </p> + <p> + He had not the courage to go into White’s. He was under a vague impression + that the whole population of the metropolis, and especially those who + reside in the sacred land, bounded on the one side by Piccadilly, and on + the other by Pall Mall, were unceasingly talking of his scrapes and + misadventures; but he met Lord Carisbrooke and Mr. Brancepeth. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! Lothair,” said Carisbrooke, “I do not think we have seen you this + season—certainly not since Easter. What have you been doing with + yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “You have been in Egypt?” said Mr. Brancepeth. “The duke was mentioning at + White’s to-day that you had returned with his son and Lord St. Aldegonde.” + </p> + <p> + “And does it pay?” inquired Carisbrooke. “Egypt? What I have found + generally in this sort of thing is, that one hardly knows what to do with + one’s evenings.” + </p> + <p> + “There is something in that,” said Lothair, “and perhaps it applies to + other countries besides Egypt. However, though it is true I did return + with St. Aldegonde and Bertram, I have myself not been to Egypt.” + </p> + <p> + “And where did you pick them up?” + </p> + <p> + “At Jerusalem.” + </p> + <p> + “Jerusalem! What on earth could they go to Jerusalem for?” said Lord + Carisbrooke. “I am told there is no sort of sport there. They say, in the + Upper Nile, there is good shooting.” + </p> + <p> + “St. Aldegonde was disappointed. I suppose our countrymen have disturbed + the crocodiles and frightened away the pelicans?” + </p> + <p> + “We were going to look in at White’s—come with us.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair was greeted with general kindness; but nobody seemed aware that he + had been long and unusually absent from them. Some had themselves not come + up to town till after Easter, and had therefore less cause to miss him. + The great majority, however, were so engrossed with themselves that they + never missed anybody. The Duke of Brecon appealed to Lothair about + something that had happened at the last Derby, and was under the + impression, until better informed, that Lothair had been one of his party. + There were some exceptions to this general unacquaintance with events + which an hour before Lothair had feared fearfully engrossed society. Hugo + Bohun was doubly charmed to see him, “because we were all in a fright one + day that they were going to make you a cardinal, and it turned out that, + at the very time they said you were about to enter the conclave, you + happened to be at the second cataract. What lies these newspapers do + tell!” + </p> + <p> + But the climax of relief was reached when the noble and gray-headed patron + of the arts in Great Britain approached him with polished benignity, and + said, “I can give you perhaps even later news than you can give me of our + friends at Jerusalem. I had a letter from Madame Phoebus this morning, and + she mentioned with great regret that you had just left them. Your first + travels, I believe?” + </p> + <p> + “My first.” + </p> + <p> + “And wisely planned. You were right in starting out and seeing the distant + parts. One may not always have the energy which such an expedition + requires. You can keep Italy for a later and calmer day.” + </p> + <p> + Thus, one by one, all the cerulean demons of the morn had vanished, and + Lothair had nothing to worry him. He felt a little dull as the dinner-hour + approached. Bertram was to dine at home, and then go to the House of + Commons; St. Aldegonde, concluding the day with the same catastrophe, had + in the most immoral manner, in the interval, gone to the play to see + “School,” of which he had read an account in Galignani when he was in + quarantine. Lothair was so displeased with this unfeeling conduct on his + part that he declined to accompany him; but Lady St. Aldegonde, who dined + at Crecy House, defended her husband, and thought it very right and + reasonable that one so fond of the drama as he, who had been so long + deprived of gratifying his taste in that respect, should take the first + opportunity of enjoying this innocent amusement. A solitary dinner at + Muriel House, in one of those spacious and lofty chambers, rather appalled + Lothair, and he was getting low again, remembering nothing but his + sorrows, when Mr. Pinto came up to him and said: “The impromptu is always + successful in life; you cannot be engaged to dinner, for everybody + believes you are at Jericho. What say you to dining with me? Less than the + Muses and more than the Graces, certainly, if you come. Lady Beatrice has + invited herself, and she is to pick up a lady, and I was to look out for a + couple of agreeable men. Hugo is coming, and you will complete the charm.” + </p> + <p> + “The spell then is complete,” said Lothair; “I suppose a late eight.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0082" id="link2HCH0082"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 82 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair was breakfasting alone on the morrow, when his servant announced + the arrival of Mr. Ruby, who had been ordered to be in attendance. + </p> + <p> + “Show him up,” said Lothair, “and bring me the dispatch-box which is in my + dressing-room.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ruby was deeply gratified to be again in the presence of a nobleman so + eminently distinguished, both for his property and his taste, as Lothair. + He was profuse in his congratulations to his lordship on his return to his + native land, while at the same time he was opening a bag, from which he + extracted a variety of beautiful objects, none of them for sale, all + executed commissions, which were destined to adorn the fortunate and the + fair. “This is lovely, my lord, quite new, for the Queen of Madagascar; + for the empress this, her majesty’s own design, at least almost. Lady + Melton’s bridal necklace, and my lord’s George, the last given by King + James II.; broken up during the revolution, but reset by us from an old + drawing with picked stones.” + </p> + <p> + “Very pretty,” said Lothair; “but it is not exactly this sort of thing + that I want. See,” and he opened the dispatch-box, and took from out of it + a crucifix. It was made of some Eastern wood, inlaid with mother-of-pearl; + the figure carved in brass, though not without power, and at the end of + each of the four terminations of the cross was a small cavity, enclosing + something, and covered with glass. + </p> + <p> + “See,” continued Lothair, “this is the crucifix, given with a carved shell + to each pilgrim who visits the Holy Sepulchre. Within these four cavities + is earth from the four holy places: Calvary, Sion, Bethlehem, and + Gethsemane. Now, what I want is a crucifix, something of this dimension, + but made of the most costly materials; the figure must be of pure gold; I + should like the cross to be of choice emeralds, which I am told are now + more precious even than brilliants, and I wish the earth of the sacred + places to be removed from this crucifix, and introduced in a similar + manner into the one which you are to make; and each cavity must be covered + with a slit diamond. Do you understand?” + </p> + <p> + “I follow you, my lord,” said Mr. Ruby, with glistening eyes. “It will be + a rare jewel. Is there to be a limit as to the cost?” + </p> + <p> + “None but such as taste and propriety suggest,” said Lothair. “You will of + course make a drawing and an estimate, and send them to me; but I desire + dispatch.” + </p> + <p> + When Mr. Ruby had retired, Lothair took from the dispatch-box a sealed + packet, and looked at it for some moments, and then pressed it to his + lips. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon, Lothair found himself again in the saddle, and was + riding about London, as if he had never quitted it. He left his cards at + Crecy House, and many other houses, and he called at the St. Jeromes’ + late, but asked if they were at home. He had reckoned that they would not + be, and his reckoning was right. It was impossible to conceal from himself + that it was a relief. Mr. Putney Giles dined alone with Lothair this + evening, and they talked over many things; among others the approaching + marriage of Lady Corisande with the Duke of Brecon. + </p> + <p> + “Everybody marries except myself,” said Lothair, rather peevishly. + </p> + <p> + “But your lordship is too young to think of that yet,” said Mr. Putney + Giles. + </p> + <p> + “I feel very old,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + At this moment there arrived a note from Bertram, saying his mother was + quite surprised and disappointed that Lothair had not asked to see her in + the morning. She had expected him, as a matter of course, at luncheon, and + begged that he would come on the morrow. + </p> + <p> + “I have had many pleasant luncheons in that house,” said Lothair, “but + this will be the last. When all the daughters are married, nobody eats + luncheon.” + </p> + <p> + “That would hardly apply to this family,” said Mr. Putney Giles, who + always affected to know every thing, and generally did. “They are so + united, that I fancy the famous luncheons at Crecy House will always go + on, and be a popular mode of their all meeting.” + </p> + <p> + “I half agree with St. Aldegonde,” said Lothair, grumbling to himself, + “that if one is to meet that Duke of Brecon every day at luncheon, for my + part I had rather stay away.” + </p> + <p> + In the course of the evening there also arrived invitations to all the + impending balls and assemblies, for Lothair; and there seemed little + prospect of his again being forced to dine with his faithful solicitor as + a refuge from melancholy. + </p> + <p> + On the morrow he went in his brougham to Crecy House, and he had such a + palpitation of the heart when he arrived, that, for a moment, he + absolutely thought he must retire. His mind was full of Jerusalem, the + Mount of Olives, and the Sea of Galilee. He was never nervous there, never + agitated, never harassed, no palpitations of the heart, no dread suspense. + There was repose alike of body and soul. Why did he ever leave Palestine + and Paraclete? He should have remained in Syria forever, cherishing, in a + hallowed scene, a hallowed sorrow, of which even the bitterness was + exalted and ennobling. + </p> + <p> + He stood for a moment in the great hall at Crecy House, and the groom of + the chambers in vain solicited his attention. It was astonishing how much + passed through his mind while the great clock hardly described sixty + seconds. But in that space he had reviewed his life, arrived at the + conclusion that all was vanity and bitterness, that he had failed in every + thing, was misplaced, had no object and no hope, and that a distant and + unbroken solitude in some scene, where either the majesty of Nature was + overwhelming, or its moral associations were equally sublime, must be his + only refuge. In the meditation of the Cosmos, or in the divine reverie of + sacred lands, the burden of existence might be endured. + </p> + <p> + “Her grace is at luncheon, my lord,” at length said the groom of the + chamber—and Lothair was ushered into the gay, and festive, and + cordial scene. The number of the self-invited guests alone saved him. His + confusion was absolute, and the duchess remarked afterward that Lothair + seemed to have regained all his shyness. + </p> + <p> + When Lothair had rallied and could survey the scene, he found he was + sitting by his hostess; that the duke, not a luncheon man, was present, + and, as it turned out afterward, for the pleasure of meeting Lothair. + Bertram also was present, and several married daughters, and Lord + Montairy, and Captain Mildmay, and one or two others; and next to Lady + Corisande was the Duke of Brecon. + </p> + <p> + So far as Lothair was concerned, the luncheon was unsuccessful. His + conversational powers deserted him. He answered in monosyllables, and + never originated a remark. He was greatly relieved when they rose and + returned to the gallery, in which they seemed all disposed to linger. The + duke approached him, and, in his mood, he found it easier to talk to men + than to women. Male conversation is of a coarser grain, and does not + require so much play of thought and manner; discourse about Suez Canal, + and Arab horses, and pipes, and pachas, can be carried on without any + psychological effort, and, by degrees, banishes all sensibility. And yet + he was rather dreamy, talked better than he listened, did not look his + companion in the face, as the duke spoke, which was his custom, and his + eye was wandering. Suddenly, Bertram having joined them, and speaking to + his father, Lothair darted away and approached Lady Corisande, whom Lady + Montairy had just quitted. + </p> + <p> + “As I may never have the opportunity again,” said Lothair, “let me thank + you, Lady Corisande, for some kind thoughts which you deigned to bestow on + me in my absence.” + </p> + <p> + His look was serious; his tone almost sad. Neither were in keeping with + the scene and the apparent occasion; and Lady Corisande, not displeased, + but troubled, murmured: “Since I last met you, I heard you had seen much + and suffered much.” + </p> + <p> + “And that makes the kind thoughts of friends more precious,” said Lothair. + “I have few; your brother is the chief, but even he never did me any + kindness so great as when he told me that you had spoken of me with + sympathy.” + </p> + <p> + “Bertram’s friends are mine,” said Lady Corisande; “but, otherwise, it + would be impossible for us all not to feel an interest in—, one of + whom we had seen so much,” she added, with some hesitation. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Brentham!” said Lothair; “dear Brentham! Do you remember once saying + to me that you hoped you should never leave Brentham?” + </p> + <p> + “Did I say so?” said Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had never left Brentham,” said Lothair; “it was the happiest + time of my life. I had not then a sorrow or a care.” + </p> + <p> + “But everybody has sorrows and cares,” said Lady Corisande; “you have, + however, a great many things which ought to make you happy.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not deserve to be happy,” said Lothair, “for I have made so many + mistakes. My only consolation is that one great error, which you most + deprecated, I have escaped.” + </p> + <p> + “Take a brighter and a nobler view of your life,” said Lady Corisande; + “feel rather you have been tried and not found wanting.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment the duchess approached them, and interrupted their + conversation; and, soon after this, Lothair left Crecy House, still moody, + but less despondent. + </p> + <p> + There was a ball at Lady Clanmorne’s in the evening, and Lothair was + present. He was astonished at the number of new faces he saw, the new + phrases he heard, the new fashions alike in dress and manner. He could not + believe it was the same world that he had quitted only a year ago. He was + glad to take refuge with Hugo Bohun as with an old friend, and could not + refrain from expressing to that eminent person his surprise at the novelty + of all around him. + </p> + <p> + “It is you, my dear Lothair,” replied Hugo, “that is surprising, not the + world—that has only developed in your absence. What could have + induced a man like you to be away for a whole season from the scene? Our + forefathers might afford to travel—the world was then stereotyped. + It will not do to be out of sight now. It is very well for St. Aldegonde + to do these things, for the great object of St. Aldegonde is not to be in + society, and he has never succeeded in his object. But here is the new + beauty.” + </p> + <p> + There was a stir and a sensation. Men made way, and even women retreated—and, + leaning on the arm of Lord Carisbrooke, in an exquisite costume that + happily displayed her splendid figure, and, radiant with many charms, + swept by a lady of commanding mien and stature, self-possessed, and even + grave, when, suddenly turning her head, her pretty face broke into + enchanting dimples, as she exclaimed: “Oh, cousin Lothair!” + </p> + <p> + Yes, the beautiful giantesses of Muriel Towers had become the beauties of + the season. Their success had been as sudden and immediate as it was + complete and sustained. “Well, this is stranger than all!” said Lothair to + Hugo Bohun when Lady Flora had passed on. + </p> + <p> + “The only persons talked of,” said Hugo. “I am proud of my previous + acquaintance with them. I think Carisbrooke has serious thoughts; but + there are some who prefer Lady Grizell.” + </p> + <p> + “Lady Corisande was your idol last season,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she is out of the running,” said Hugo; “she is finished. But I have + not heard yet of any day being fixed. I wonder, when he marries, whether + Brecon will keep on his theatre?” + </p> + <p> + “His theatre!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; the high mode now for a real swell is to have a theatre. Brecon has + the Frolic; Kate Simmons is his manager, who calls herself Athalie de + Montfort. You ought to have a theatre, Lothair; and, if there is not one + to hire, you should build one. It would show that you are alive again and + had the spirit of an English noble, and atone for some of your + eccentricities.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have no Kate Simmons who calls herself Athalie de Montfort,” said + Lothair. “I am not so favored, Hugo. However, I might succeed Brecon, as I + hardly suppose he will maintain such an establishment when he is married.” + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon,” rejoined Hugo. “It is the thing. Several of our + greatest swells have theatres and are married. In fact, a first-rate man + should have every thing, and therefore he ought to have both a theatre and + a wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I do not think your manners have improved since last year, or your + words,” said Lothair. “I have half a mind to go down to Muriel, and shut + myself up there.” + </p> + <p> + He walked away and sauntered into the ballroom. The first forms he + recognized were Lady Corisande waltzing with the Duke of Brecon, who was + renowned for this accomplishment. The heart of Lothair felt bitter. He + remembered his stroll to the dairy with the Duchess at Brentham, and their + conversation. Had his views then been acceded to, how different would have + been his lot! And it was not his fault that they had been rejected. And + yet, had they been accomplished, would they have been happy? The character + of Corisande, according to her mother, was not then formed, nor easily + scrutable. Was it formed now? and what were its bent and genius? And his + own character? It could not be denied that his mind was somewhat crude + then, and his general conclusions on life and duty hardly sufficiently + matured and developed to offer a basis for domestic happiness on which one + might confidently depend. + </p> + <p> + And Theodora? Had he married then, he should never have known Theodora. In + this bright saloon, amid the gayety of festive music, and surrounded by + gliding forms of elegance and brilliancy, his heart was full of anguish + when he thought of Theodora. To have known such a woman and to have lost + her! Why should a man live after this? Yes; he would retire to Muriel, + once hallowed by her presence, and he would raise to her memory some + monumental fane, beyond the dreams ever of Artemisia, and which should + commemorate alike her wondrous life and wondrous mind. + </p> + <p> + A beautiful hand was extended to him, and a fair face, animated with + intelligence, welcomed him without a word. It was Lady St. Jerome. Lothair + bowed lowly and touched her hand with his lip. + </p> + <p> + “I was sorry to have missed you yesterday. We had gone down to Vauxe for + the day, but I heard of you from my lord with great pleasure. We are all + of us so happy that you have entirely recovered your health.” + </p> + <p> + “I owe that to you, dearest lady,” said Lothair, “and to those under your + roof. I can never forget your goodness to me. Had it not been for you, I + should not have been here or anywhere else.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no; we did our best for the moment. But I quite agree with my lord, + now, that you stayed too long at Rome under the circumstances. It was a + good move—that going to Sicily, and so wise of you to travel in + Egypt. Men should travel.” + </p> + <p> + “I have not been to Egypt,” said Lothair; “I have been to the Holy Land, + and am a pilgrim. I wish you would tell Miss Arundel that I shall ask her + permission to present her with my crucifix, which contains the earth of + the holy places. I should have told her this myself, if I had seen her + yesterday. Is she here?” + </p> + <p> + “She is at Vauxe; she could not tear herself away from the roses.” + </p> + <p> + “But she might have brought them with her as companions,” said Lothair, + “as you have, I apprehend, yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I will give you this in Clare’s name,” said Lady St. Jerome, as she + selected a beautiful flower and presented it to Lothair. “It is in return + for your crucifix, which I am sure she will highly esteem. I only wish it + were a rose of Jericho.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair started. The name brought up strange and disturbing associations: + the procession in the Jesuits’ church, the lighted tapers, the consecrated + children, one of whom had been supernaturally presented with the flower in + question. There was an awkward silence, until Lothair, almost without + intending it, expressed a hope that the cardinal was well. + </p> + <p> + “Immersed in affairs, but I hope well,” replied Lady St. Jerome. “You know + what has happened? But you will see him. He will speak to you of these + matters himself.” + </p> + <p> + “But I should like also to hear from you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, they are scarcely yet to be spoken of,” said Lady St. Jerome. “I + ought not perhaps even to have alluded to the subject; but I know how + deeply devoted you are to religion. We are on the eve of the greatest + event of this century. When I wake in the morning, I always fancy that I + have heard of it only in dreams. And many—all this room—will + not believe in the possibility of its happening. They smile when the + contingency is alluded to, and if I were not present they would mock. But + it will happen—I am assured it will happen,” exclaimed Lady St. + Jerome, speaking with earnestness, though in a hushed voice. “And no human + imagination can calculate or conceive what may be its effect on the + destiny of the human race.” + </p> + <p> + “You excite my utmost curiosity,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Hush! there are listeners. But we shall soon meet again. You will come + and see us, and soon. Come down to Vauxe on Saturday; the cardinal will be + there. And the place is so lovely now. I always say Vauxe at Whitsuntide, + or a little later, is a scene for Shakespeare. You know you always liked + Vauxe.” + </p> + <p> + “More than liked it,” said Lothair; “I have passed at Vauxe some of the + happiest hours of my life.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0083" id="link2HCH0083"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 83 + </h2> + <p> + On the morning of the very Saturday on which Lothair was to pay his visit + to Vauxe, riding in the park, he was joined by that polished and venerable + nobleman who presides over the destinies of art in Great Britain. This + distinguished person had taken rather a fancy to Lothair, and liked to + talk to him about the Phoebus family; about the great artist himself, and + all his theories and styles; but especially about the fascinating Madame + Phoebus and the captivating Euphrosyne. + </p> + <p> + “You have not found time, I dare say,” said the nobleman, “to visit the + exhibition of the Royal Academy?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I have only been here a week,” said Lothair, “and have had so many + things to think of, and so many persons to see.” + </p> + <p> + “Naturally,” said the nobleman; “but I recommend you to go. I am now about + to make my fifth visit there; but it is only to a single picture, and I + envy its owner.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” said Lothair. “Pray tell me its subject, that I may not fail to + see it.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a portrait,” said the nobleman, “only a portrait, some would say, + as if the finest pictures in the world were not only portraits. The + masterpieces of the English school are portraits, and some day when you + have leisure and inclination, and visit Italy, you will see portraits by + Titian and Raffaelle and others, which are the masterpieces of art. Well, + the picture in question is a portrait by a young English painter at Rome + and of an English lady. I doubt not the subject was equal to the genius of + the artist, but I do not think that the modern pencil has produced any + thing equal to it, both, in design and color and expression. You should + see it, by all means, and I have that opinion of your taste that I do not + think you will be content by seeing it once. The real taste for fine art + in this country is proved by the crowd that always surrounds that picture; + and yet only a portrait of an English lady, a Miss Arundel.” + </p> + <p> + “A Miss Arundel?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, of a Roman Catholic family; I believe a relative of the St. Jeromes. + They were at Rome last year, when this portrait was executed.” + </p> + <p> + “If you will permit me,” said Lothair, “I should like to accompany you to + the Academy. I am going out of town this afternoon, but not far, and could + manage it.” + </p> + <p> + So they went together. It was the last exhibition of the Academy in + Trafalgar Square. The portrait in question was in the large room, and hung + on the eye line; so, as the throng about it was great, it was not easy + immediately to inspect it. But one or two R. A’s who were gliding about, + and who looked upon the noble patron of art as a sort of divinity, + insensibly controlled the crowd, and secured for their friend and his + companion the opportunity which they desired. + </p> + <p> + “It is the finest thing since the portrait of the Cenci,” said the noble + patron. + </p> + <p> + The painter had represented Miss Arundel in her robe of a sister of mercy, + but with uncovered head. A wallet was at her side, and she held a + crucifix. Her beautiful eyes, full of mystic devotions met those of the + spectator with a fascinating power that kept many spell-bound. In the + background of the picture was a masterly glimpse of the papal gardens and + the wondrous dome. + </p> + <p> + “That must be a great woman,” said the noble patron of art. + </p> + <p> + Lothair nodded assent in silence. + </p> + <p> + The crowd about the picture seemed breathless and awe-struck. There were + many women, and in some eyes there were tears. + </p> + <p> + “I shall go home,” said one of the spectators; “I do not wish to see any + thing else.” + </p> + <p> + “That is religion,” murmured her companion. “They may say what they like, + but it would be well for us if we were all like her.” + </p> + <p> + It was a short half-hour by the railroad to Vauxe, and the station was + close to the park gates. The sun was in its last hour when Lothair + arrived, but he was captivated by the beauty of the scene, which he had + never witnessed in its summer splendor. The rich foliage of the great + avenues, the immense oaks that stood alone, the deer glancing in the + golden light, and the quaint and stately edifice itself, so finished and + so fair, with its freestone pinnacles and its gilded vanes glistening and + sparkling in the warm and lucid sky, contrasted with the chilly hours when + the cardinal and himself had first strolled together in that park, and + when they tried to flatter themselves that the morning mist clinging to + the skeleton trees was perhaps the burst of spring. + </p> + <p> + Lothair found himself again in his old rooms, and, as his valet unpacked + his toilet, he fell into one of his reveries. + </p> + <p> + “What,” he thought to himself, “if life after all be only a dream? I can + scarcely realize what is going on. It seems to me; I have passed through a + year of visions. That I should be at Vauxe again! A roof I once thought + rife with my destiny. And perhaps it may prove so. And, were it not for + the memory of one event, I should be a ship without a rudder.” + </p> + <p> + There were several guests in the house, and, when Lothair entered the + drawing-room, he was glad to find that it was rather full. The cardinal + was by the side of Lady St. Jerome when Lothair entered, and immediately + after saluting his hostess it was his duty to address his late guardian. + Lothair had looked forward to this meeting with apprehension. It seemed + impossible that it should not to a certain degree be annoying. Nothing of + the kind. It was impossible to greet him more cordially, more + affectionately than did Cardinal Grandison. + </p> + <p> + “You have seen a great deal since we parted,” said the cardinal. “Nothing + could be wiser than your travelling. You remember that at Muriel I + recommended you to go to Egypt, but I thought it better that you should + see Rome first. And it answered: you made the acquaintance of its eminent + men, men whose names will be soon in everybody’s mouth, for before another + year elapses Rome will be the cynosure of the world. Then, when the great + questions come on which will decide the fate of the human race for + centuries, you will feel the inestimable advantage of being master of the + situation, and that you are familiar with every place and every + individual. I think you were not very well at Rome; but next time you must + choose your season. However, I may congratulate you on your present looks. + The air of the Levant seems to have agreed with you.” + </p> + <p> + Dinner was announced almost at this moment, and Lothair, who had to take + out Lady Clanmorne, had no opportunity before dinner of addressing any one + else except his hostess and the cardinal. The dinner-party was large, and + it took some time to reconnoitre all the guests. Lothair observed Miss + Arundel, who was distant from him and on the same side of the table, but + neither Monsignore Capel nor Father Coleman were present. + </p> + <p> + Lady Clanmorne chatted agreeably. She was content to talk, and did not + insist on conversational reciprocity. She was a pure free-trader in + gossip. This rather suited Lothair. It pleased Lady Clanmorne to-day to + dilate upon marriage and the married state, but especially on all her + acquaintances, male and female, who were meditating the surrender of their + liberty and about to secure the happiness of their lives. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose the wedding of the season—the wedding of weddings—will + be the Duke of Brecon’s,” she said. “But I do not hear of any day being + fixed.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Lothair, “I have been abroad and am very deficient in these + matters. But I was travelling with the lady’s brother, and he has never + yet told me that his sister was going to be married.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no doubt about that,” said Lady Clanmorne. “The duchess said to + a friend of mine the other day, who congratulated her, that there was no + person in whom she should have more confidence as a son-in-law than the + duke.” + </p> + <p> + “But most marriages turn out unhappy,” said Lothair, rather morosely. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! my dear lord, what can you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “Well I think so,” he said doggedly. “Among the lower orders, if we may + judge from the newspapers, they are always killing their wives, and in our + class we get rid of them in a more polished way, or they get rid of us.” + </p> + <p> + “You quite astonish me with such sentiments,” said Lady Clanmorne. “What + would Lady St. Jerome think if she heard you, who told me the other day + that she believed you to be a faultless character? And the duchess too, + your friend’s mamma, who thinks you so good, and that it is so fortunate + for her son to have such a companion?” + </p> + <p> + “As for Lady St. Jerome, she believes in every thing,” said Lothair; “and + it is no compliment that she believes in me. As for my friend’s mamma, her + ideal character, according to you, is the Duke of Brecon, and I cannot + pretend to compete with him. He may please the duchess, but I cannot say + the Duke of Brecon is a sort of man I admire.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he is no great favorite of mine,” said Lady Clanmorne; “I think him + overbearing and selfish, and I should not like at all to be his wife.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you think of Lady Corisande?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I admire her more than any girl in society, and I think she will be + thrown away on the Duke of Brecon. She is clever and she has strong + character, and, I am told, is capable of great affections. Her manners are + good, finished, and natural; and she is beloved by her young friends, + which I always think a test.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think her handsome?” + </p> + <p> + “There can be no question about that: she is beautiful, and her beauty is + of a high class. I admire her much more than all her sisters. She has a + grander mien.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen Miss Arundel’s picture at the Academy?” + </p> + <p> + “Everybody has seen that: it has made a fury.” + </p> + <p> + “I heard an eminent judge say to-day, that it was the portrait of one who + must be a great woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Miss Arundel is a remarkable person.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you admire her?” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard first-rate critics say that there was no person to be + compared to Miss Arundel. And unquestionably it is a most striking + countenance: that profound brow and those large deep eyes—and then + her figure is so fine; but, to tell you the truth, Miss Arundel is a + person I never could make out.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder she does not marry,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “She is very difficult,” said Lady Clanmorne. “Perhaps, too, she is of + your opinion about marriage.” + </p> + <p> + “I have a good mind to ask her after dinner whether she is,” said Lothair. + “I fancy she would not marry a Protestant?” + </p> + <p> + “I am no judge of such matters,” said Lady Clanmorne; “only I cannot help + thinking that there would be more chance of a happy marriage when both + were of the same religion.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish we were all of the same religion. Do not you?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that depends a little on what the religion might be.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” sighed Lothair, “what between religion and marriage and some other + things, it appears to me one never has a tranquil moment. I wonder what + religious school the Duke of Brecon belongs to? Very high and dry, I + should think.” + </p> + <p> + The moment the gentlemen returned to the drawing-room, Lothair singled out + Miss Arundel, and attached himself to her. + </p> + <p> + “I have been to see your portrait today,” he said. She changed color. + </p> + <p> + “I think it,” he continued, “the triumph of modern art, and I could not + easily fix on any production of the old masters that excels it.” + </p> + <p> + “It was painted at Rome,” she said, in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + “So I understood. I regret that, when I was at Rome, I saw so little of + its art. But my health, you know, was wretched. Indeed, if it had not been + for some friends—I might say for one friend—I should not have + been here or in this world. I can never express to that person my + gratitude, and it increases every day. All that I have dreamed of angels + was then realized.” + </p> + <p> + “You think too kindly of us.” + </p> + <p> + “Did Lady St. Jerome give you my message about the earth from the holy + places which I had placed in a crucifix, and which I hope you will accept + from me, in remembrance of the past and your Christian kindness to me? I + should have left it at St. James’s Square before this, but it required + some little arrangement after its travels.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall prize it most dearly, both on account of its consecrated + character and for the donor’s sake, whom I have ever wished to see the + champion of our Master.” + </p> + <p> + “You never had a wish, I am sure,” said Lothair, “that was not sublime and + pure.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0084" id="link2HCH0084"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 84 + </h2> + <p> + They breakfasted at Vauxe, in the long gallery. It was always a merry + meal, and it was the fashion of the house that all should be present. The + cardinal was seldom absent. He used to say: “I feel more on equal terms + with my friends at breakfast, and rather look forward to my banquet of dry + toast.” Lord St. Jerome was quite proud of receiving his letters and + newspapers at Vauxe earlier by far than he did at St. James’s Square; and, + as all were supplied with their letters and journals, there was a great + demand, for news, and a proportional circulation of it. Lady Clanmorne + indulged this passion for gossip amusingly one morning, and read a letter + from her correspondent, written with the grace of a Sevigne, but which + contained details of marriages, elopements, and a murder among their + intimate acquaintance, which made all the real intelligence quite insipid, + and was credited for at least half an hour. + </p> + <p> + The gallery at Vauxe was of great length, and the breakfast-table was laid + at one end of it. The gallery was of panelled oak, with windows of stained + glass in the upper panes, and the ceiling, richly and heavily carved, was + entirely gilt, but with deadened gold. Though stately, the general effect + was not free from a certain character of gloom. Lit, as it was, by + sconces, this was at night much softened; but, on a rich summer morn, the + gravity and repose of this noble chamber were grateful to the senses. + </p> + <p> + The breakfast was over; the ladies had retired, stealing off with the + Morning Post, the gentlemen gradually disappearing for the solace of their + cigars. The cardinal, who was conversing with Lothair, continued their + conversation while walking up and down the gallery, far from the hearing + of the servants, who were disembarrassing the breakfast-table, and + preparing it for luncheon. A visit to a country-house, as Pinto says, is a + series of meals mitigated by the new dresses of the ladies. + </p> + <p> + “The more I reflect on your travels,” said the cardinal, “the more I am + satisfied with what has happened. I recognize the hand of Providence in + your preliminary visit to Rome and your subsequent one to Jerusalem. In + the vast events which are impending, that man is in a strong position who + has made a pilgrimage to the Holy Sepulchre. Yo remember our walk in the + park here,” continued the cardinal; “I felt then that we were on the eve + of some mighty change, but it was then indefinite, though to me + inevitable. You were destined, I was persuaded, to witness it, even, as I + hoped, to take no inconsiderable share in its fulfilment. But I hardly + believed that I should have been spared for this transcendent day, and, + when it is consummated, I will gratefully exclaim, ‘Nunc me dimittis!’” + </p> + <p> + “You, allude, sir, to some important matter which Lady St. Jerome a few + days ago intimated to me, but it was only an intimation, and purposely + very vague.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no doubt,” said the cardinal, speaking with solemnity, “of what + I now communicate to you. The Holy Father, Pius IX., has resolved to + summon an Oecumenical Council.” + </p> + <p> + “An Oecumenical Council!” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “It is a weak phrase,” resumed the cardinal, “to say it will be the + greatest event of this century. I believe it will be the greatest event + since the Episcopate of St. Peter; greater, in its consequences to the + human race, than the fall of the Roman Empire, the pseudo-Reformation, or + the Revolution of France. It is much more than three hundred years since + the last Oecumenical Council, the Council of Trent, and the world still + vibrates with its decisions. But the Council of Trent, compared with the + impending Council of the Vatican, will be as the mediaeval world of Europe + compared with the vast and complete globe which man has since discovered + and mastered.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed!” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Why, the very assembly of the Fathers of the Church will astound the + Freemasons, and the secret societies, and the atheists. That alone will be + a demonstration of power on the part of the Holy Father which no conqueror + from Sesostris to Napoleon has ever equalled. It was only the bishops of + Europe that assembled at Trent, and, inspired by the Holy Spirit, their + decisions have governed man for more than three hundred years. But now the + bishops of the whole world will assemble round the chair of St. Peter, and + prove by their presence the catholic character of the Church. Asia will + send its patriarchs and pontiffs, and America and Australia its prelates; + and at home, my dear young friend, the Council of the Vatican will offer a + striking contrast to the Council of Trent; Great Britain will be + powerfully represented. The bishops of Ireland might have been counted on, + but it is England also that will send her prelates now, and some of them + will take no ordinary share in transactions that will give a new form and + color to human existence.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it true, sir, that the object of the council is to declare the + infallibility of the pope?” + </p> + <p> + “In matters of faith and morals,” said the cardinal quickly. “There is no + other infallibility. That is a secret with God. All that we can know of + the decision of the council on this awful head is, that its decision, + inspired by the Holy Spirit, must infallibly be right. We must await that + decision, and, when made known, we must embrace it, not only with + obedience, but with the interior assent of mind and will. But there are + other results of the council on which we may speculate; and which, I + believe, it will certainly accomplish: first, it will show in a manner + that cannot be mistaken that there is only one alternative for the human + intellect: Rationalism or Faith; and, secondly, it will exhibit to the + Christian powers the inevitable future they are now preparing for + themselves.” + </p> + <p> + “I am among the faithful,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Then you must be a member of the Church Catholic,” said the cardinal. + “The basis on which God has willed that His revelation should rest in the + world is the testimony of the Catholic Church, which, if considered only + as a human and historical witness, affords the highest and most certain + evidence for the fact and the contents of the Christian religion. If this + be denied, there is no such thing as history. But the Catholic Church is + not only a human and historical witness of its own origin, constitution, + and authority, it is also a supernatural and divine witness, which can + neither fail nor err. When it oecumenically speaks, it is not merely the + voice of the fathers of the world; it declares what ‘it hath seemed good + to the Holy Ghost and to us.’” + </p> + <p> + There was a pause, and then Lothair remarked: “You said, air, that the + council would show to the civil powers of the Christian world the + inevitable future they are preparing for themselves?” + </p> + <p> + “Even so. Now mark this, my child. At the Council of Trent the Christian + powers were represented, and properly so. Their seats will be empty at the + Council of the Vatican. What does that mean? The separation between Church + and State, talked of for a long time, now demonstrated. And what does + separation between Church and State mean? That society is no longer + consecrated. The civil governments of the world no longer profess to be + Catholic. The faithful indeed among their subjects will be represented at + the council by their pastors, but the civil powers have separated + themselves from the Church; either by royal edict, or legislative + enactment, or revolutionary changes, they have abolished the legal status + of the Catholic Church within their territory. It is not their choice; + they are urged on by an invisible power that is anti-Christian, and which + is the true, natural, and implacable enemy of the one visible and + universal Church. The coming anarchy is called progress, because it + advances along the line of departure from the old Christian order of the + world. Christendom was the offspring of the Christian family, and the + foundation of the Christian family is the sacrament of matrimony, the + sprit of all domestic and public morals. The anti-Christian societies are + opposed to the principle of home. When they have destroyed the hearth, the + morality of society will perish. A settlement in the foundations may be + slow in sinking, but it brings all down at last. The next step in + de-Christianizing the political life of nations is to establish national + education without Christianity. This is systematically aimed at wherever + the revolution has its way. The period and policy of Julian are returning. + Some think this bodes ill for the Church; no, it is the State that will + suffer. The secret societies are hurrying the civil governments of the + world, and mostly the governments who disbelieve in their existence, to + the brink of a precipice, over which monarchies, and law, and civil order, + will ultimately fall and perish together.” + </p> + <p> + “Then all is hopeless,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “To human speculation,” said the cardinal; “but none can fathom the + mysteries of Divine interposition. This coming council may save society, + and on that I would speak to you most earnestly. His holiness has resolved + to invite the schismatic priesthoods to attend it, and labor to bring + about the unity of Christendom. He will send an ambassador to the + patriarch of the heresy of Photius, which is called the Greek Church. He + will approach Lambeth. I have little hope of the latter, though there is + more than one of the Anglican bishops who revere the memory and example of + Laud. But I by no means despair of your communion being present in some + form at the council. There are true spirits at Oxford who sigh for unity. + They will form, I hope, a considerable deputation; but, as not yet being + prelates, they cannot take their seats formally in the council, I wish, in + order to increase and assert their influence, that they should be + accompanied by a band of powerful laymen, who shall represent the pious + and pure mind of England—the coming guardians of the land in the + dark hour that may be at hand. Considering your previous knowledge of + Rome, your acquaintance with its eminent men and its language, and + considering too, as I well know, that the Holy Father looks to you as one + marked out by Providence to assert the truth, it would please me—and, + trust me, it would be wise in you—were you to visit Rome on this + sublime occasion, and perhaps put your mark on the world’s history.” + </p> + <p> + “It must yet be a long time before the council meets,” said Lothair, after + a pause. + </p> + <p> + “Not too long for preparation,” replied the cardinal. “From this hour, + until its assembling, the pulse of humanity will throb. Even at this hour + they are speaking of the same matters as ourselves alike on the Euphrates + and the St. Lawrence. The good Catesby is in Ireland, conferring with the + bishops, and awakening them to the occasion. There is a party among them + narrow-minded and local, the effects of their education. There ought not + to be an Irish priest who was not brought up at the Propaganda. You know + that admirable institution. We had some happy hours at Rome together—may + we soon repeat them! You were very unwell there; next time you will judge + of Rome in health and vigor.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0085" id="link2HCH0085"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 85 + </h2> + <p> + They say there is a skeleton in every house; it may be doubted. What is + more certain are the sorrow and perplexity which sometimes, without a + warning and preparation, suddenly fall upon a family living in a world of + happiness and ease, and meriting their felicity by every gift of fortune + and disposition. + </p> + <p> + Perhaps there never was a circle that enjoyed life more, and deserved to + enjoy life more, than the Brentham family. Never was a family more admired + and less envied. Nobody grudged them their happy gifts and accidents, for + their demeanor was so winning, and their manners so cordial and + sympathetic, that every one felt as if he shared their amiable prosperity. + And yet, at this moment, the duchess, whose countenance was always as + serene as her soul, was walking with disturbed visage and agitated step up + and down the private room of the duke; while his grace, seated, his head + upon his arm, and with his eyes on the ground, was apparently in anxious + thought. + </p> + <p> + Now, what had happened? It seems that these excellent parents had become + acquainted, almost at the same moment, with two astounding and disturbing + facts: their son wanted to marry Euphrosyne Cantacuzene, and their + daughter would not marry the Duke of Brecon. + </p> + <p> + “I was so perfectly unprepared for the communication,” said the duke, + looking up, “that I have no doubt I did not express myself as I ought to + have done. But I do not think I said any thing wrong. I showed surprise, + sorrow—no anger. I was careful not to say any thing to hurt his + feelings—that is a great point in these matters—nothing + disrespectful of the young lady. I invited him to speak to me again about + it when I had a little got over my surprise.” + </p> + <p> + “It is really a catastrophe,” exclaimed the duchess; “and only think, I + came to you for sympathy in my sorrow, which, after all, though + distressing, is only a mortification!” + </p> + <p> + “I am very sorry about Brecon,” said the duke, “who is a man of honor, and + would have suited us very well; but, my dear Augusta, I never took exactly + the same view of this affair as you did—I was never satisfied that + Corisande returned his evident, I might say avowed, admiration of her.” + </p> + <p> + “She spoke of him always with great respect,” said the duchess, “and that + is much in a girl of Corisande’s disposition. I never heard her speak of + any of her admirers in the same tone—certainly not of Lord + Carisbrooke; I was quite prepared for her rejection of him. She never + encouraged him.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the duke, “I grant you it is mortifying—infinitely + distressing; and Brecon is the last man I could have wished that it should + occur to; but, after all, our daughter must decide for herself in such + affairs. She is the person most interested in the event. I never + influenced her sisters in their choice, and she also must be free. The + other subject is more grave.” + </p> + <p> + “If we could only ascertain who she really is,” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “According to Bertram, fully our equal; but I confess I am no judge of + Levantine nobility,” his grace added, with a mingled expression of pride + and despair. + </p> + <p> + “That dreadful travelling abroad!” exclaimed the duchess. “I always had a + foreboding of something disastrous from it. Why should he have gone + abroad, who has never been to Ireland, or seen half the counties of his + own country?” + </p> + <p> + “They all will go,” said the duke; “and I thought, with St. Aldegonde, he + was safe from getting into any scrape of this kind.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to speak to Granville about it,” said the duchess. “When he + is serious, his judgment is good.” + </p> + <p> + “I am to see St. Aldegonde before I speak to Bertram,” said the duke. “I + should not be surprised if he were here immediately.” + </p> + <p> + One of the social mysteries is, “how things get about!” It is not the + interest of any of the persons immediately connected with the subject that + society should be aware that the Lady Corisande had declined the proposal + of the Duke of Brecon. Society had no right even to assume that such a + proposal was either expected or contemplated. The Duke of Brecon admired + Lady Corisande, so did many others; and many others were admired by the + Duke of Brecon. The duchess even hoped that, as the season was waning, it + might break up, and people go into the country or abroad, and nothing be + observed. And yet it “got about.” The way things get about is through the + Hugo Bohuns. Nothing escapes their quick eyes and slow hearts. Their + mission is to peer into society, like professional astronomers ever on the + watch to detect the slightest change in the phenomena. Never embarrassed + by any passion of their own, and their only social scheming being to + maintain their transcendent position, all their life and energy are + devoted to the discovery of what is taking place around them; and + experience, combined with natural tact, invests them with almost a + supernatural skill in the detection of social secrets. And so it happened + that scarcely a week had passed before Hugo began to sniff the air, and + then to make fine observations at balls, as to whom certain persons danced + with, or did not dance with; and then he began the curious process of what + he called putting two and two together, and putting two and two together + proved in about a fortnight that it was all up between Lady Corisande and + the Duke of Brecon. + </p> + <p> + Among others he imparted this information to Lothair, and it set Lothair a + thinking; and he went to a ball that evening solely with the purpose of + making social observations like Hugo Bohun. But Lady Corisande was not + there, though the Duke of Brecon was, apparently in high spirits, and + waltzing more than once with Lady Grizell Falkirk. Lothair was not very + fortunate in his attempts to see Bertram. He called more than once at + Crecy House too, but in vain. The fact is, Bertram was naturally entirely + engrossed with his own difficulties, and the duchess, harassed and + mortified, could no longer be at home in the morning. + </p> + <p> + Her grace, however, evinced the just appreciation of character for which + women are remarkable, in the confidence which she reposed in the good + sense of Lord St. Aldegonde at this crisis. St. Aldegonde was the only one + of his sons-in-law whom the duke really considered and a little feared. + When St. Aldegonde was serious, his influence over men was powerful. And + he was serious now. St. Aldegonde, who was not conventional, had made the + acquaintance of Mr. Cantacuzene immediately on his return to England, and + they had become friends. He had dined in the Tyburnian palace of the + descendant of the Greek emperors more than once, and had determined to + make his second son, who was only four years of age, a Greek merchant. + When the duke therefore consulted him on “the catastrophe,” St. Aldegonde + took high ground, spoke of Euphrosyne in the way she deserved, as one + equal to an elevated social position, and deserving it. “But if you ask me + my opinion, sir,” he continued, “I do not think, except for Bertram’s + sake, that you have any cause to fret yourself. The family wish her to + marry her cousin, the eldest son of the Prince of Samos. It is an alliance + of the highest, and suits them much better than any connection with us. + Besides, Cantacuzene will give his children large fortunes, and they like + the money to remain in the family. A hundred or a hundred and fifty + thousand pounds—perhaps more—goes a great way on the coasts of + Asia Minor. You might buy up half the Archipelago. The Cantacuzenes are + coming to dine with us next week. Bertha is delighted with them. Mr. + Cantacuzene is so kind as to say he will take Clovis into his + counting-house. I wish I could induce your grace to come and meet him: + then you could judge for yourself. You would not be in the least shocked + were Bertram to marry the daughter of some of our great merchants or + bankers. This is a great merchant and banker, and the descendant of + princes, and his daughter one of the most beautiful and gifted of women + and worthy to be a princess.” + </p> + <p> + “There is a good deal in what St. Aldegonde says,” said the duke afterward + to his wife. “The affair takes rather a different aspect. It appears they + are really people of high consideration, and great wealth too. Nobody + could describe them as adventurers.” + </p> + <p> + “We might gain a little time,” said the duchess. “I dislike peremptory + decisions. It is a pity we have not an opportunity of seeing the young + lady.” + </p> + <p> + “Granville says she is the most beautiful woman he ever met, except her + sister.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the artist’s wife?” said the duchess. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the duke, “I believe a most distinguished man, but it rather + adds to the imbroglio. Perhaps things may turn out better than they first + promised. The fact is, I am more amazed than annoyed. Granville knows the + father, it seems, intimately. He knows so many odd people. He wants me to + meet him at dinner. What do you think about it? It is a good thing + sometimes to judge for one’s self. They say this Prince of Samos she is + half betrothed to is attaché to the Turkish embassy at Vienna, and is to + visit England.” + </p> + <p> + “My nervous system is quite shaken,” said the duchess. “I wish we could + all go to Brentham. I mentioned it to Corisande this morning, and I was + surprised to find that she wished to remain in town.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we will decide nothing, my dear, in a hurry. St. Aldegonde says + that, if we decide in that sense, he will undertake to break off the whole + affair. We may rely on that. We need consider the business only with + reference to Bertram’s happiness and feelings. That is an important issue, + no doubt, but it is a limited one. The business is not of so disagreeable + a nature as it seemed. It is not an affair of a rash engagement, in a + discreditable quarter, from which he cannot extricate himself. There is no + doubt they are thoroughly reputable people, and will sanction nothing + which is not decorous and honorable. St. Aldegonde has been a comfort to + me in this matter; and you will find out a great deal when you speak to + him about it. Things might be worse. I wish I was as easy about the Duke + of Brecon. I met him this morning and rode with him—to show there + was no change in my feelings.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0086" id="link2HCH0086"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 86 + </h2> + <p> + The world goes on with its aching hearts and its smiling faces, and very + often, when a year has revolved, the world finds out there was no + sufficient cause for the sorrows or the smiles. There is too much + unnecessary anxiety in the world, which is apt too hastily to calculate + the consequences of any unforeseen event, quite forgetting that, acute as + it is in observation, the world, where the future is concerned, is + generally wrong. The duchess would have liked to have buried herself in + the shades of Brentham, but Lady Corisande, who deported herself as if + there were no care at Crecy House except that occasioned by her brother’s + rash engagement, was of opinion that “mamma would only brood over this + vexation in the country,” and that it would be much better not to + anticipate the close of the waning season. So the duchess and her lovely + daughter were seen everywhere where they ought to be seen, and appeared + the pictures of serenity and satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + As for Bertram’s affair itself, under the manipulation of St. Aldegonde, + it began to assume a less anxious and more practicable aspect. The duke + was desirous to secure his son’s happiness, but wished nothing to be done + rashly. If, for example, in a year’s time or so, Bertram continued in the + same mind, his father would never be an obstacle to his well-considered + wishes. In the mean time, an opportunity might offer of making the + acquaintance of the young lady and her friends. + </p> + <p> + And, in the mean time, the world went on dancing, and betting, and + banqueting, and making speeches, and breaking hearts and heads, till the + time arrived when social stock is taken, the results of the campaign + estimated and ascertained, and the question asked, “Where do you think of + going this year?” + </p> + <p> + “We shall certainly winter at Rome,” said Lady St. Jerome to Lady + Clanmorne, who was paying a morning visit. “I wish you could induce Lord + Clanmorne to join us.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish so, too,” said the lady, “but that is impossible. He never will + give up his hunting.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure there are more foxes in the Campagna than at Vauxe,” said Lady + St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you have heard of what they call the double event?” said Lady + Clanmorne. + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is quite true; Mr. Bohun told me last night, and he always knows + every thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Every thing!” said Lady St. Jerome; “but what is it that he knows now?” + </p> + <p> + “Both the Ladies Falkirk are to be married! And on the same day.” + </p> + <p> + “But to whom?” + </p> + <p> + “Whom should you think?” + </p> + <p> + “I will not even guess,” said Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “Clare,” she said to Miss Arundel, who was engaged apart, “you always find + out conundrums. Lady Clanmorne has got some news for us. Lady Flora + Falkirk and her sister are going to be married, and on the same day. And + to whom, think you?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I should think that somebody has made Lord Carisbrooke a happy + man,” said Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “Very good,” said Lady Clanmorne. “I think Lady Flora will make an + excellent Lady Carisbrooke. He is not quite as tall as she is, but he is a + man of inches. And now for Lady Grizell.” + </p> + <p> + “My powers of divination are quite exhausted,” said Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I will not keep you in suspense,” said Lady Clanmorne. “Lady + Grizell is to be Duchess of Brecon.” + </p> + <p> + “Duchess of Brecon!” exclaimed both Miss Arundel and Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “I always admired the ladies,” said Miss Arundel. “We met them at a + country-house last year, and I thought them pleasing in every way—artless + and yet piquant; but I did not anticipate their fate being so soon + sealed.” + </p> + <p> + “And so brilliantly,” added Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “You met them at Muriel Towers,” said Lady Clanmorne. “I heard of you + there: a most distinguished party. There was an American lady there, was + there not? a charming person, who sang, and acted, and did all sorts of + things.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; there was. I believe, however, she was an Italian, married to an + American.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen much of your host at Muriel Towers?” said Lady Clanmorne. + </p> + <p> + “We see him frequently,” said Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! yes, I remember; I met him at Vauxe the other day. He is a great + admirer of yours,” Lady Clanmorne added, addressing Miss Arundel. + </p> + <p> + “Oh! we are friends, and have long been so,” said Miss Arundel, and she + left the room. + </p> + <p> + “Clare does not recognize admirers,” said Lady St. Jerome, gravely. + </p> + <p> + “I hope the ecclesiastical fancy is not reviving,” said Lady Clanmorne. “I + was half in hopes that the lord of Muriel Towers might have deprived the + Church of its bride.” + </p> + <p> + “That could never be,” said Lady St. Jerome; “though, if it could have + been, a source of happiness to Lord St. Jerome and myself would not have + been wanting. We greatly regard our kinsman, but, between ourselves,” + added Lady St. Jerome in a low voice, “it was supposed that he was + attached to the American lady of whom you were speaking.” + </p> + <p> + “And where is she now?” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard nothing of late. Lothair was in Italy at the same time as + ourselves, and was ill there, under our roof; so we saw a great deal of + him. Afterward he travelled for his health, and has now just returned from + the East.” + </p> + <p> + A visitor was announced, and Lady Clanmorne retired. + </p> + <p> + Nothing happens as you expect. On his voyage home Lothair had indulged in + dreams of renewing his intimacy at Crecy House, around whose hearth all + his sympathies were prepared to cluster. The first shock to this romance + was the news he received of the impending union of Lady Corisande with the + Duke of Brecon. And, what with this unexpected obstacle to intimacy, and + the domestic embarrassments occasioned by Bertram’s declaration, he had + become a stranger to a roof which had so filled his thoughts. It seemed to + him that he could not enter the house either as the admirer of the + daughter or as the friend of her brother. She was probably engaged to + another, and, as Bertram’s friend and fellow-traveller, he fancied he was + looked upon by the family as one who had in some degree contributed to + their mortification. Much of this was imaginary, but Lothair was very + sensitive, and the result was that he ceased to call at Crecy House, and + for some time, kept aloof from the duchess and her daughter, when he met + them in general society. He was glad to hear from Bertram and St. + Aldegonde that the position of the former was beginning to soften at home, + and that the sharpness of his announcement was passing away. And, when he + had clearly ascertained that the contemplated union of Lady Corisande with + the duke was certainly not to take place, Lothair began to reconnoitre, + and try to resume his original position. But his reception was not + encouraging, at least not sufficiently cordial for one who by nature was + retiring and reserved. Lady Corisande was always kind, and after some time + he danced with her again. But there were no invitations to luncheon from + the duchess; they never asked him to dinner. His approaches were received + with courtesy, but he was not courted. + </p> + <p> + The announcement of the marriage of the Duke of Brecon did not, + apparently, in any degree, distress Lady Corisande. On the contrary, she + expressed much satisfaction at her two young friends settling in life with + such success and splendor. The ambition both of Lady Flora and Lady + Grizell was that Corisande should be a bridesmaid. This would be a rather + awkward post to occupy under the circumstances, so she embraced both, and + said that she loved them both so equally, that she would not give a + preference to either, and therefore, though she certainly would attend + their wedding, she would refrain from taking part in the ceremony. + </p> + <p> + The duchess went with Lady Corisande one morning to Mr. Ruby’s to choose a + present from her daughter to each of the young ladies. Mr. Ruby in a back + shop poured forth his treasures of bracelets, and rings, and lockets. The + presents must be similar in value and in beauty, and yet there must be + some difference between them; so it was a rather long and troublesome + investigation, Mr. Ruby, as usual, varying its monotony, or mitigating its + wearisomeness, by occasionally, or suddenly, exhibiting some splendid or + startling production of his art. The parure of an empress, the bracelets + of grand-duchesses, a wonderful fan that was to flutter in the hands of + majesty, had all in due course appeared, as well as the black pearls and + yellow diamonds that figure and flash on such occasions, before eyes so + favored and so fair. + </p> + <p> + At last—for, like a prudent general, Mr. Ruby had always a great + reserve—opening a case, he said, “There!” and displayed a crucifix + of the most exquisite workmanship and the most precious materials. + </p> + <p> + “I have no hesitation in saying the rarest jewel which this century has + produced. See! the figure by Monti; a masterpiece. Every emerald in the + cross a picked stone. These corners, your grace is aware,” said Mr. Ruby, + condescendingly, “contain the earth of the holy places at Jerusalem. It + has been shown to no one but your grace.” + </p> + <p> + “It is indeed most rare and beautiful,” said the duchess, “and most + interesting, too, from containing the earth of the holy places. A + commission, of course?” + </p> + <p> + “From one of our most eminent patrons,” and then he mentioned Lothair’s + name. + </p> + <p> + Lady Corisande looked agitated. + </p> + <p> + “Not for himself,” said Mr. Ruby. + </p> + <p> + Lady Corisande seemed relieved. + </p> + <p> + “It is a present to a young lady—Miss Arundel.” + </p> + <p> + Lady Corisande changed color, and, turning away, walked toward a case of + works of art, which was in the centre of the shop, and appeared to be + engrossed in their examination. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0087" id="link2HCH0087"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 87 + </h2> + <p> + A day or two after this adventure of the crucifix, Lothair met Bertram, + who said to him, “By-the-by, if you want to see my people before they + leave town, you must call at once.” + </p> + <p> + “You do not mean that,” replied Lothair, much surprised. “Why, the duchess + told me, only three or four days ago, that they should not leave town + until the end of the first week of August. They are going to the + weddings.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not know what my mother said to you, my dear fellow, but they go to + Brentham the day after to-morrow, and will not return. The duchess has + been for a long time wishing this, but Corisande would stay. She thought + they would only bother themselves about my affairs, and there was more + distraction for them in town. But now they are going, and it is for + Corisande they go. She is not well, and they have suddenly resolved to + depart.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am very sorry to hear it,” said Lothair; “I shall call at Crecy + House. Do you think they will see me?” + </p> + <p> + “Certain.” + </p> + <p> + “And what are your plans?” + </p> + <p> + “I have none,” said Bertram. “I suppose I must not leave my father alone + at this moment. He has behaved well; very kindly, indeed. I have nothing + to complain of. But still all is vague, and I feel somehow or other I + ought to be about him.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you heard from our dear friends abroad?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Bertram, with a sigh, “Euphrosyne writes to me; but I believe + St. Aldegonde knows more about their views and plans than I do. He and Mr. + Phoebus correspond much. I wish to Heaven they were here, or rather that + we were with them!” he added, with another sigh. “How happy we all were, + at Jerusalem! How I hate London! And Brentham worse. I shall have to go to + a lot of agricultural dinners and all sorts of things. The duke expects + it, and I am bound now to do every thing to please him. What do you think + of doing?” + </p> + <p> + “I neither know nor care,” said Lothair, in a tone of great despondency. + </p> + <p> + “You are a little hipped.” + </p> + <p> + “Not a little. I suppose it is the excitement of the last two years that + has spoiled me for ordinary life. But I find the whole thing utterly + intolerable, and regret now that I did not rejoin the staff of the + general. I shall never have such a chance again. It was a mistake; but one + is born to blunder.” + </p> + <p> + Lothair called at Crecy House. The hall-porter was not sure whether the + duchess was at home, and the groom of the chambers went to see. Lothair + had never experienced this form. When the groom of the chambers came down + again, he gave her grace’s compliments; but she had a headache, and was + obliged to lie down, and was sorry she could not see Lothair, who went + away livid. + </p> + <p> + Crecy House was only yards from St. James’s Square, and Lothair repaired + to an accustomed haunt. He was not in a humor for society, and yet he + required sympathy. There were some painful associations with the St. + Jerome family, and yet they had many charms. And the painful associations + had been greatly removed by their easy and cordial reception of him, and + the charms had been renewed and increased by subsequent intercourse. After + all, they were the only people who had always been kind to him. And, if + they had erred in a great particular, they had been animated by pure, and + even sacred, motives. And had they erred? Were not his present feelings of + something approaching to desolation a fresh proof that the spirit of man + can alone be sustained by higher relations than merely human ones? So he + knocked at the door, and Lady St. Jerome was at home. She had not a + headache; there were no mysterious whisperings between hall-porters and + grooms of the chamber, to ascertain whether he was one of the initiated. + Whether it were London or Vauxe, the eyes of the household proved that he + was ever a welcome and cherished guest. + </p> + <p> + Lady St. Jerome was alone, and rose from her writing-table to receive him. + And then—for she was a lady who never lost a moment—she + resumed some work, did not interfere with their conversation. Her talking + resources were so happy and inexhaustible, that it signified little that + her visitor, who was bound in that character to have something to say, was + silent and moody. + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” she continued, “has taken the Palazzo Agostini for a term. I + think we should always pass our winters at Rome under any circumstances, + but—the cardinal has spoken to you about the great event—if + that comes off, of which, between ourselves, whatever the world may say, I + believe there is no sort of doubt, we should not think of being absent + from Rome for a day during the council.” + </p> + <p> + “Why! it may last years,” said Lothair. “There is no reason why it should + not last the Council of Trent. It has in reality much more to do.” + </p> + <p> + “We do things quicker now,” said Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “That depends on what there is to do. To revive faith is more difficult + than to create it.” + </p> + <p> + “There will be no difficulty when the Church has assembled,” said Lady St. + Jerome. “This sight of the universal Fathers coming from the uttermost + ends of the earth to bear witness to the truth will at once sweep away all + the vain words and vainer thoughts of this unhappy century. It will be + what they call a great fact, dear Lothair; and when the Holy Spirit + descends upon their decrees, my firm belief is the whole world will rise + as it were from a trance, and kneel before the divine tomb of St. Peter.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we shall see,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “The cardinal wishes you very much to attend the council. He wishes you to + attend it as an Anglican, representing with a few others our laity. He + says it would have the very best effect for religion.” + </p> + <p> + “He spoke to me.” + </p> + <p> + “And you agreed to go?” + </p> + <p> + “I have not refused him. If I thought I could do any good I am not sure I + would not go,” said Lothair; “but, from what I have seen of the Roman + court, there is little hope of reconciling our differences. Rome is + stubborn. Now, look at the difficulty they make about the marriage of a + Protestant and one of their own communion. It is cruel, and I think on + their part unwise.” + </p> + <p> + “The sacrament of marriage is of ineffable holiness,” said Lady St. + Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “I do not wish to deny that,” said Lothair, “but I see no reason why I + should not marry a Roman Catholic if I liked, without the Roman Church + interfering and entirely regulating my house and home.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you would speak to Father Coleman about this,” said Lady St. + Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “I have had much talk with Father Coleman about many things in my time,” + said Lothair, “but not about this. By-the-by, have you any news of the + monsignore?” + </p> + <p> + “He is in Ireland, arranging about the Oecumenical Council. They do not + understand these matters there as well as we do in England, and his + holiness, by the cardinal’s advice, has sent the monsignore to put things + right.” + </p> + <p> + “All the Father Colemans in the world cannot alter the state of affairs + about mixed marriages,” said Lothair; “they can explain, but they cannot + alter. I want change in this matter, and Rome never changes.” + </p> + <p> + “It is impossible for the Church to change,” said Lady St. Jerome, + “because it is Truth.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Miss Arundel at home?” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I believe so,” said Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “I never see her now,” he said, discontentedly. “She never goes to balls, + and she never rides. Except occasionally under this roof, she is + invisible.” + </p> + <p> + ‘“Clare does not go any longer into society,” said Lady St. Jerome. + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is a secret,” said Lady St. Jerome, with some disturbance of + countenance and speaking in a lower tone; “at least at present; and yet I + can hardly on such a subject wish that there should be a secret from you—Clare + is about to take the veil.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I have not a friend left in the world,” said Lothair, in a + despairing tone. + </p> + <p> + Lady St. Jerome looked at him with an anxious glance. “Yes,” she + continued; “I do not wish to conceal it from you, that for a time we could + have wished it otherwise—it has been, it is a trying event for my + lord and myself—but the predisposition, which was always strong, has + ended in a determination so absolute, that we recognize the Divine purpose + in her decision, and we bow to it.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not bow to it,” said Lothair; “I think it barbarous and unwise.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush, hush! dear friend.” + </p> + <p> + “And does the cardinal approve of this step?” + </p> + <p> + “Entirely.” + </p> + <p> + “Then my confidence in him is entirely destroyed,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0088" id="link2HCH0088"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 88 + </h2> + <p> + It was August, and town was thinning fast. Parliament still lingered, but + only for technical purposes; the political struggle of the session having + terminated at the end of July. One social event was yet to be consummated—the + marriages of Lothair’s cousins. They were to be married on the same day, + at the same time, and in the same place. Westminster Abbey was to be the + scene, and, as it was understood that the service was to be choral, great + expectations of ecclesiastical splendor and effect were much anticipated + by the fair sex. They were, however, doomed to disappointment, for, + although the day was fine, the attendance numerous and brilliant beyond + precedent, Lord Culloden would have “no popery.” Lord Carisbrooke, who was + a ritualist, murmured, and was encouraged in his resistance by Lady + Clanmorne and a party, but, as the Duke of Brecon was high and dry, there + was a want of united action, and Lord Culloden had his way. + </p> + <p> + After the ceremony, the world repaired to the mansion of Lord Culloden in + Belgrave Square, to inspect the presents, and to partake of a dinner + called a breakfast. Cousin Lothair wandered about the rooms, and had the + satisfaction of seeing a bracelet with a rare and splendid sapphire which + he had given to Lady Flora, and a circlet of diamond stars which he had + placed on the brow of the Duchess of Brecon. The St. Aldegondes were the + only members of the Brentham family who were present. St. Aldegonde had a + taste for marriages and public executions, and Lady St. Aldegonde wandered + about with Lothair, and pointed out to him Corisande’s present to his + cousins. + </p> + <p> + “I never was more disappointed than by your family leaving town so early + this year,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “We were quite surprised.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to bear your sister is indisposed.” + </p> + <p> + “Corisande! she is perfectly well.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope the duchess’s headache is better,” said Lothair. “She could not + receive me when I called to say farewell, because she had a headache.” + </p> + <p> + “I never knew mamma to have a headache,” said Lady St. Aldegonde. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you will be going to Brentham?” + </p> + <p> + “Next week.”’ + </p> + <p> + “And Bertram too?” + </p> + <p> + “I fancy that we shall be all there.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose we may consider now that the season is really over!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; they stayed for this. I should not be surprised if every one in + these rooms had disappeared by to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Except myself,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think of going abroad again?” + </p> + <p> + “One might as well go,” said Lothair, “as remain.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish Granville would take me to Paris. It seems so odd not to have seen + Paris. All I want is to see the new streets and dine at a caf.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you have an object; that is something,” said Lothair. “I have + none.” + </p> + <p> + “Men have always objects,” said Lady St. Aldegonde. “They make business + when they have none, or it makes itself. They move about, and it comes.” + </p> + <p> + “I have moved about a great deal,” said Lothair, “and nothing has come to + me but disappointment. I think I shall take to croquet, like that curious + gentleman I remember at Brentham.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! you remember every thing.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not easy to forget any thing at Brentham,” said Lothair. “It is + just two years ago. That was a happy time.” + </p> + <p> + “I doubt whether our reassembling will be quite as happy this year,” said + Lady St. Aldegonde, in a serious tone. “This engagement of Bertram is an + anxious business; I never saw papa before really fret. And there are other + things which are not without vexation—at least to mamma.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not think I am a great favorite of your mamma,” said Lothair. “She + once used to be very kind to me, but she is so no longer.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure you mistake her,” said Lady St. Aldegonde, but not in a tone + which indicated any confidence in her remark. “Mamma is anxious about my + brother, and all that.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe the duchess thinks that I am in some way or other connected + with this embarrassment; but I really had nothing to do with it, though I + could not refuse my testimony to the charms of the young lady, and my + belief she would make Bertram a happy man.” + </p> + <p> + “As for that, you know, Granville saw a great deal more of her, at least + at Jerusalem, than you did, and he has said to mamma a great deal more + than you have done.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but she thinks that, had it not been for me, Bertram would never + have known the Phoebus family. She could not conceal that from me, and it + has poisoned her mind.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! do not use such words.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but they are true. And your sister is prejudiced against me also.” + </p> + <p> + “That I am sure she is not,” said Lady St. Aldegonde, quickly. “Corisande + was always your friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, they refused to see me, when we may never meet again for months, + perhaps for years,” said Lothair, “perhaps never.” + </p> + <p> + “What shocking things you are saying, my dear lord, to-day! Here, Lord + Culloden wants you to return thanks for the bridesmaids. You must put on a + merry face.” + </p> + <p> + The dreary day at last arrived, and very quickly, when Lothair was the + only person left in town. When there is nobody you know in London, the + million that go about are only voiceless phantoms. Solitude in a city is a + trance. The motion of the silent beings with whom you have no speech or + sympathy, only makes the dreamlike existence more intense. It is not so in + the country; the voices of Nature are abundant, and, from the hum of + insects to the fall of the avalanche, something is always talking to you. + </p> + <p> + Lothair shrank from the streets. He could not endure the dreary glare of + St. James’s and the desert sheen of Pall Mall. He could mount his horse in + the park, and soon lose himself in suburban roads that he once loved. Yes; + it was irresistible; and he made a visit to Belmont. The house was + dismantled, and the gardens shorn of their lustre, but still it was there; + very fair in the sunshine, and sanctified in his heart. He visited every + room that he had frequented, and lingered in her boudoir. He did not + forget the now empty pavilion, and he plucked some flowers that she once + loved, and pressed them to his lips, and placed them near his heart. He + felt now what it was that made him unhappy: it was the want of sympathy. + </p> + <p> + He walked through the park to the residence of Mr. Phoebus, where he had + directed his groom to meet him. His heart beat as he wandered along, and + his eye was dim with tears. What characters and what scenes had he not + become acquainted with since his first visit to Belmont! And, even now, + when they had departed, or were absent, what influence were they not + exercising over his life, and the life of those most intimate with him! + Had it not been for his pledge to Theodora, it was far from improbable + that he would now have been a member of the Roman Catholic Church, and all + his hopes at Brentham, and his intimacy with the family on which he had + most reckoned in life for permanent friendship and support, seemed to be + marred and blighted by the witching eyes of that mirthful Euphrosyne, + whose mocking words on the moonlit terrace at Belmont first attracted his + notice to her. And then, by association of ideas, he thought of the + general, and what his old commander had said at their last interview, + reminding him of his fine castle, and expressing his conviction that the + lord of such a domain must have much to do. + </p> + <p> + “I will try to do it,” said Lothair; “and will go down to Muriel + tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0089" id="link2HCH0089"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER 89 + </h2> + <p> + Lothair, who was very sensible to the charms of Nature, found at first + relief in the beauties of Muriel. The season was propitious to the scene. + August is a rich and leafy month, and the glades and avenues and stately + trees of his parks and pleasaunces seemed, at the same time, to soothe and + gladden his perturbed spirit. Muriel was still new to him, and there was + much to examine and explore for the first time. He found a consolation + also in the frequent remembrance that these scenes had been known to those + whom he loved. Often in the chamber, and often in the bower, their forms + arose; sometimes their voices lingered in his ear; a frolic laugh, or + whispered words of kindness and enjoyment. Such a place as Muriel should + always be so peopled. But that is impossible. One cannot always have the + most agreeable people in the world assembled under one’s roof. And yet the + alternative should not be the loneliness he now experienced. The + analytical Lothair resolved that there was no happiness without sympathy. + </p> + <p> + The most trying time were the evenings. A man likes to be alone in the + morning. He writes his letters and reads the newspapers, attempts to + examine his steward’s accounts, and if he wants society can gossip with + his stud-groom. But a solitary evening in the country is gloomy, however + brilliant the accessories. As Mr. Phoebus was not present, Lothair + violated the prime principles of a first-class Aryan education, and + ventured to read a little. It is difficult to decide which is the most + valuable companion to a country eremite at his nightly studies, the volume + that keeps him awake or the one that sets him a-slumbering. + </p> + <p> + At the end of a week Lothair had some good sport on his moors—and + this reminded him of the excellent Campian, who had received and answered + his letter. The colonel, however, held out but a faint prospect of + returning at present to Europe, though, whenever he did, he promised to be + the guest of Lothair. Lothair asked some of his neighbors to dinner, and + he made two large parties to slaughter his grouse. They were grateful and + he was popular, but “we have not an idea in common,” thought Lothair, as, + wearied and uninterested, he bade his last guest his last good-night. Then + Lothair paid a visit to the lord-lieutenant, and stayed two nights at + Agramont Castle. Here he met many county notables, and “great was the + company of the preachers;” but the talk was local or ecclesiastical, and, + after the high-spiced condiments of the conversation to which he was + accustomed, the present discourse was insipid even to nausea. He sought + some relief in the society of Lady Ida Alice, but she blushed when she + spoke to him, and tittered when he replied to her; and at last he found + refuge in pretty Mrs. Ardenne, who concluded by asking him for his + photograph. + </p> + <p> + On the morrow of his return to Muriel, the servant bringing in his + letters, he seized one in the handwriting of Bertram, and, discarding the + rest, devoured the communication of his friend, which was eventful. + </p> + <p> + It seems that the Phoebus family had returned to England, and were at + Brentham, and had been there a week. The family were delighted with them, + and Euphrosyne was an especial favorite. But this was not all. It seems + that Mr. Cantacuzene had been down to Brentham, and stayed, which he never + did anywhere, a couple of days. And the duke was particularly charmed with + Mr. Cantacuzene. This gentleman, who was only in the earlier term of + middle age, and looked younger than his age, was distinguished in + appearance, highly polished, and singularly acute. He appeared to be the + master of great wealth, for he offered to make upon Euphrosyne any + settlement which the duke desired. He had no son, and did not wish his + sons-in-law to be sighing for his death. He wished his daughters, + therefore, to enjoy the bulk of their inheritances in his lifetime. He + told the duke that he had placed one hundred thousand pounds in the names + of trustees on the marriage of Madame Phoebus, to accumulate, “and when + the genius and vanity of her husband are both exhausted, though I believe + they are inexhaustible,” remarked Mr. Cantacuzene, “it will be a + nest’s-egg for them to fall back upon, and at least save them from + penury.” The duke had no doubt that Mr. Cantacuzene was of imperial + lineage. But the latter portion of the letter was the most deeply + interesting to Lothair. Bertram wrote that his mother had just observed + that she thought the Phoebus family would like to meet Lothair, and begged + Bertram to invite him to Brentham. The letter ended by an urgent request, + that, if disengaged, he should arrive immediately. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Phoebus highly approved of Brentham. All was art, and art of a high + character. He knew no residence with an aspect so thoroughly Aryan. Though + it was really a family party, the house was quite full; at least, as + Bertram said to Lothair on his arrival, “there is only room for you—and + you are in your old quarters.” + </p> + <p> + “That is exactly what I wished,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + He had to escort the duchess to dinner. Her manner was of old days. “I + thought you would like to meet your friends,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “It gives me much pleasure, but much more to find myself at Brentham.” + </p> + <p> + “There seems every prospect of Bertram being happy. We are enchanted with + the young lady. You know her, I believe, well? The duke is highly pleased + with her father, Mr. Cantacuzene—he says one of the most sensible + men he ever met, and a thorough gentleman, which he may well be, for I + believe there is no doubt he is of the highest descent—emperors they + say, princes even now. I wish you could have met him, but he would only + stay eight-and-forty hours. I understand his affairs are vast.” + </p> + <p> + “I have always heard a considerable person; quite the head of the Greek + community in this country—indeed, in Europe generally.” + </p> + <p> + “I see by the morning papers that Miss Arundel has taken the veil.” + </p> + <p> + “I missed my papers to-day,” said Lothair, a little agitated, “but I have + long been aware of her intention of doing so.” + </p> + <p> + “Lady St. Jerome will miss her very much. She was quite the soul of the + house.” + </p> + <p> + “It must be a great and painful sacrifice,” said Lothair; “but, I believe, + long meditated. I remember when I was at Vauxe, nearly two years ago, that + I was told this was to be her fate. She was quite determined on it.” + </p> + <p> + “I saw the beautiful crucifix you gave her, at Mr. Ruby’s.” + </p> + <p> + “It was an homage to her for her great goodness to me when I was ill at + Rome—and it was difficult to find any thing that would please or + suit her. I fixed on the crucifix, because it permitted me to transfer to + it the earth of the holy places, which were included in the crucifix, that + was given to me by the monks of the Holy Sepulchre, when I made my + pilgrimage to Jerusalem.” + </p> + <p> + In the evening St. Aldegonde insisted on their dancing, and he engaged + himself to Madame Phoebus. Bertram and Euphrosyne seemed never separated; + Lothair was successful in inducing Lady Corisande to be his partner. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember your first ball at Crecy House?” asked Lothair. “You are + not nervous now?” + </p> + <p> + “I would hardly say that,” said Lady Corisande, “though I try not to show + it.” + </p> + <p> + “It was the first ball for both of us,” said Lothair. “I have not danced + so much in the interval as you have. Do you know, I was thinking, just + now, I have danced oftener with you than with any one else?” + </p> + <p> + “Are not you glad about Bertram’s affair ending so well?” + </p> + <p> + “Very; he will be a happy man. Every body is happy, I think, except + myself.” + </p> + <p> + In the course of the evening, Lady St. Aldegonde, on the arm of Lord + Montairy, stopped for a moment as she passed Lothair, and said: “Do you + remember our conversation at Lord Culloden’s breakfast? Who was right + about mamma?” + </p> + <p> + They passed their long summer days in rambling and riding, and in wondrous + new games which they played in the hall. The striking feature, however, + were the matches at battledore and shuttlecock between Madame Phoebus and + Lord St. Aldegonde, in which the skill and energy displayed were + supernatural, and led to betting. The evenings were always gay; sometimes + they danced; more or less they always had some delicious singing. And Mr. + Phoebus arranged some tableaux most successfully. + </p> + <p> + All this time, Lothair hung much about Lady Corisande; he was by her side + in the riding-parties, always very near her when they walked, and + sometimes he managed unconsciously to detach her from the main party, and + they almost walked alone. If he could not sit by her at dinner, he joined + her immediately afterward, and whether it were a dance, a tableau, or a + new game, somehow or other he seemed always to be her companion. + </p> + <p> + It was about a week after the arrival of Lothair, and they were at + breakfast at Brentham, in that bright room full of little round tables + which Lothair always admired, looking, as it did, upon a garden of many + colors. + </p> + <p> + “How I hate modern gardens!” said St. Aldegonde. “What a horrid thing this + is! One might as well have a mosaic pavement there. Give me cabbage-roses, + sweet-peas, and wall-flowers. That is my idea of a garden. Corisande’s + garden is the only sensible thing of the sort.” + </p> + <p> + “One likes a mosaic pavement to look like a garden,” said Euphrosyne, “but + not a garden like a mosaic pavement.” + </p> + <p> + “The worst of these mosaic beds,” said Madame Phoebus, “is, you can never + get a nosegay, and if it were not for the kitchen-garden, we should be + destitute of that gayest and sweetest of creations.” + </p> + <p> + “Corisande’s garden is, since your first visit to Brentham,” said the + duchess to Lothair. “No flowers are admitted that have not perfume. It is + very old-fashioned. You must get her to show it you.” + </p> + <p> + It was agreed that after breakfast they should go and see Corisande’s + garden. And a party did go—all the Phoebus family, and Lord and Lady + St. Aldegonde, and Lady Corisande, and Bertram, and Lothair. + </p> + <p> + In the pleasure-grounds of Brentham were the remains of an ancient garden + of the ancient house that had long ago been pulled down. When the modern + pleasure-grounds were planned and created, notwithstanding the protests of + the artists in landscape, the father of the present duke would not allow + this ancient garden to be entirely destroyed, and you came upon its quaint + appearance in the dissimilar world in which it was placed, as you might in + some festival of romantic costume upon a person habited in the courtly + dress of the last century. It was formed upon a gentle southern slope, + with turfen terraces walled in on three sides, the fourth consisting of + arches of golden yew. The duke had given this garden to Lady Corisande, in + order that she might practise her theory, that flower-gardens should be + sweet and luxuriant, and not hard and scentless imitations of works of + art. Here, in their season, flourished abundantly all those productions of + Nature which are now banished from our once delighted senses; huge bushes + of honey-suckle, and bowers of sweet-pea and sweet-brier, and jessamine + clustering over the walls, and gillyflowers scenting with their sweet + breath the ancient bricks from which they seemed to spring. There were + banks of violets which the southern breeze always stirred, and mignonette + filled every vacant nook. As they entered now, it seemed a blaze of roses + and carnations, though one recognized in a moment the presence of the + lily, the heliotrope, and the stock. Some white peacocks were basking on + the southern wall, and one of them, as their visitors entered, moved and + displayed its plumage with scornful pride. The bees were busy in the air, + but their homes were near, and you might watch them laboring in their + glassy hives. + </p> + <p> + “Now, is not Corisande quite right?” said Lord St. Aldegonde, as he + presented Madame Phoebus with a garland of woodbine, with which she said + she would dress her head at dinner. All agreed with him, and Bertram and + Euphrosyne adorned each other with carnations, and Mr. Phoebus placed a + flower on the uncovered head of Lady St. Aldegonde, according to the + principles of high art, and they sauntered and rambled in the sweet and + sunny air amid a blaze of butterflies and the ceaseless hum of bees. + </p> + <p> + Bertram and Euphrosyne had disappeared; and the rest were lingering about + the hives while Mr. Phoebus gave them a lecture on the apiary and its + marvellous life. The bees understood Mr. Phoebus, at least he said so, and + thus his friends had considerable advantage in this lesson in entomology. + Lady Corisande and Lothair were in a distant corner of the garden, and she + was explaining to him her plans; what she had done and what she meant to + do. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had a garden like this at Muriel,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “You could easily make one.” + </p> + <p> + “If you helped me.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you all my plans,” said Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but I was thinking of something else when you spoke,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “That was not very complimentary.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not wish to be complimentary,” said Lothair, “if compliments mean + less than they declare. I was not thinking of your garden, but of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Where can they have all gone?” said Lady Corisande, looking round. “We + must find them.” + </p> + <p> + “And leave this garden?” said Lothair. “And I without a flower, the only + one without a flower? I am afraid that is significant of my lot.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall choose a rose,” said Lady Corisande. + </p> + <p> + “Nay; the charm is, that it should be your choice.” + </p> + <p> + But choosing the rose lost more times and, when Corisande and Lothair + reached the arches of golden yew, there were no friends in sight. + </p> + <p> + “I think I hear sounds this way,” said Lothair, and he led his companion + farther from home. + </p> + <p> + “I see no one,” said Lady Corisande, distressed, and when they had + advanced a little way. + </p> + <p> + “We are sure to find them in good time,” said Lothair. “Besides, I wanted + to speak to you about the garden at Muriel. I wanted to induce you to go + there and help me to make it. Yes,” he added, after some hesitation, “on + this spot—I believe on this very spot—I asked the permission + of your mother two years ago to express to you my love. She thought me a + boy, and she treated me as a boy. She said I knew nothing of the world, + and both our characters were unformed. I know the world now. I have + committed many mistakes, doubtless many follies—have formed many + opinions, and have changed many opinions; but to one I have been constant, + in one I am unchanged—and that is my adoring love to you.” + </p> + <p> + She turned pale, she stopped, then, gently taking his arm, she hid her + face in his breast. + </p> + <p> + He soothed and sustained her agitated frame, and sealed with an embrace + her speechless form. Then, with soft thoughts and softer words, clinging + to him, he induced her to resume their stroll, which both of them now + wished might assuredly be undisturbed. They had arrived at the limit of + the pleasure-grounds, and they wandered into the park and its most + sequestered parts. All this time Lothair spoke much, and gave her the + history of his life since he first visited her home. Lady Corisande said + little, but, when she was more composed, she told him that from the first + her heart had been his, but every thing seemed to go against her hopes. + Perhaps at last, to please her parents, she would have married the Duke of + Brecon, had not Lothair returned; and what he had said to her that morning + at Crecy House had decided her resolution, whatever might be her lot; to + unite it to no one else but him. But then came the adventure of the + crucifix, and she thought all was over for her, and she quitted town in + despair. + </p> + <p> + “Let us rest here for a while;” said Lothair, “under the shade of this + oak;” and Lady Corisande reclined against its mighty trunk, and Lothair + threw himself at her feet. He had a great deal still to tell her, and, + among other things, the story of the pearls, which he had wished to give + to Theodora. + </p> + <p> + “She was, after all, your good genius,” said Lady Corisande. “I always + liked her.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, now,” said Lothair, “that case has never been opened. The year has + elapsed, but I would not open it, for I had always a wild wish that the + person who opened it should be yourself. See, here it is.” And he gave her + the case. + </p> + <p> + “We will not break the seal,” said Corisande. “Let us respect it for her + sake—ROMA!” she said, examining it; and then they opened the case. + There was the slip of paper which Theodora, at the time, had placed upon + the pearls, and on which she had written some unseen words. They were read + now, and ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “THE OFFERING OF THEODORA TO LOTHAIR’S BRIDE.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me place them on you now,” said Lothair. + </p> + <p> + “I will wear them as your chains,” said Corisande. + </p> + <p> + The sun began to tell them that some hours had elapsed since they quitted + Brentham House. At last a soft hand, which Lothair retained, gave him a + slight pressure, and a sweet voice whispered: “Dearest, I think we ought + to return.” + </p> + <p> + And they returned almost in silence. They rather calculated that, taking + advantage of the luncheon-hour, Corisande might escape to her room, but + they were a little too late. Luncheon was over, and they met the duchess + and a large party on the terrace. + </p> + <p> + “What has become of you, my good people?” said her grace; “bells have been + ringing for you in every direction. Where can you have been?” + </p> + <p> + “I have been in Corisande’s garden,” said Lothair, “and she has given me a + rose.” + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lothair, by Benjamin Disraeli + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LOTHAIR *** + +***** This file should be named 7835-h.htm or 7835-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/7/8/3/7835/ + +Produced by K. Kay Shearin and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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