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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 + + +Title: Alice, or The Mysteries, Complete + +Author: Edward Bulwer-Lytton + +Release Date: March 17, 2009 [EBook #9774] +Last Updated: November 6, 2012 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALICE, OR THE MYSTERIES, COMPLETE *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger and Dagny + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + ALICE; + </h1> + <p> + OR, + </p> + <h1> + THE MYSTERIES + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Edward Bulwer Lytton + </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="#link2H_4_0001"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0033"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER X. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0044"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0040"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0041"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0042"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0043"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0044"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0045"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0046"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0047"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0048"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0054"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0049"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0050"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0051"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0052"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0053"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0054"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0061"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0055"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0056"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0057"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0058"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0059"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0060"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0068"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0061"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0062"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0063"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0064"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0065"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0066"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0067"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0076"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0068"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0069"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0070"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0071"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0072"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0082"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> X. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0073"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0074"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0075"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0076"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0077"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0078"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0079"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0090"> <br /><b>BOOK</b> XI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0080"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0081"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0082"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0083"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0084"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0085"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0086"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0087"> CHAPTER THE LAST. </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + BOOK I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Thee, hid the bowering vales amidst, I call." + —EURIPIDES: <i>Hel.</i> I. 1116. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Who art thou, fair one, who usurp'st the place + Of Blanch, the lady of the matchless grace?—LAMB. +</pre> + <p> + IT was towards the evening of a day in early April that two ladies were + seated by the open windows of a cottage in Devonshire. The lawn before + them was gay with evergreens, relieved by the first few flowers and fresh + turf of the reviving spring; and at a distance, through an opening amongst + the trees, the sea, blue and tranquil, bounded the view, and contrasted + the more confined and home-like features of the scene. It was a spot + remote, sequestered, shut out from the business and pleasures of the + world; as such it suited the tastes and character of the owner. + </p> + <p> + That owner was the younger of the ladies seated by the window. You would + scarcely have guessed, from her appearance, that she was more than seven + or eight and twenty, though she exceeded by four or five years that + critical boundary in the life of beauty. Her form was slight and delicate + in its proportions, nor was her countenance the less lovely because, from + its gentleness and repose (not unmixed with a certain sadness) the coarse + and the gay might have thought it wanting in expression. For there is a + stillness in the aspect of those who have felt deeply, which deceives the + common eye,—as rivers are often alike tranquil and profound, in + proportion as they are remote from the springs which agitated and swelled + the commencement of their course, and by which their waters are still, + though invisibly, supplied. + </p> + <p> + The elder lady, the guest of her companion, was past seventy; her gray + hair was drawn back from the forehead, and gathered under a stiff cap of + quaker-like simplicity; while her dress, rich but plain, and of no very + modern fashion, served to increase the venerable appearance of one who + seemed not ashamed of years. + </p> + <p> + "My dear Mrs. Leslie," said the lady of the house, after a thoughtful + pause in the conversation that had been carried on for the last hour, "it + is very true; perhaps I was to blame in coming to this place; I ought not + to have been so selfish." + </p> + <p> + "No, my dear friend," returned Mrs. Leslie, gently; "selfish is a word + that can never be applied to you; you acted as became you,—agreeably + to your own instinctive sense of what is best when at your age,—independent + in fortune and rank, and still so lovely,—you resigned all that + would have attracted others, and devoted yourself, in retirement, to a + life of quiet and unknown benevolence. You are in your sphere in this + village,—humble though it be,—consoling, relieving, healing + the wretched, the destitute, the infirm; and teaching your Evelyn + insensibly to imitate your modest and Christian virtues." The good old + lady spoke warmly, and with tears in her eyes; her companion placed her + hand in Mrs. Leslie's. + </p> + <p> + "You cannot make me vain," said she, with a sweet and melancholy smile. "I + remember what I was when you first gave shelter to the poor, desolate + wanderer and her fatherless child; and I, who was then so poor and + destitute, what should I be, if I was deaf to the poverty and sorrows of + others,—others, too, who are better than I am. But now Evelyn, as + you say, is growing up; the time approaches when she must decide on + accepting or rejecting Lord Vargrave. And yet in this village how can she + compare him with others; how can she form a choice? What you say is very + true; and yet I did not think of it sufficiently. What shall I do? I am + only anxious, dear girl, to act so as may be best for her own happiness." + </p> + <p> + "Of that I am sure," returned Mrs. Leslie; "and yet I know not how to + advise. On one hand, so much is due to the wishes of your late husband, in + every point of view, that if Lord Vargrave be worthy of Evelyn's esteem + and affection, it would be most desirable that she should prefer him to + all others. But if he be what I hear he is considered in the world,—an + artful, scheming, almost heartless man, of ambitious and hard pursuits,—I + tremble to think how completely the happiness of Evelyn's whole life may + be thrown away. She certainly is not in love with him, and yet I fear she + is one whose nature is but too susceptible of affection. She ought now to + see others,—to know her own mind, and not to be hurried, blindfold + and inexperienced, into a step that decides existence. This is a duty we + owe to her,—nay, even to the late Lord Vargrave, anxious as he was + for the marriage. His aim was surely her happiness, and he would not have + insisted upon means that time and circumstances might show to be contrary + to the end he had in view." + </p> + <p> + "You are right," replied Lady Vargrave. "When my poor husband lay on his + bed of death, just before he summoned his nephew to receive his last + blessing, he said to me, 'Providence can counteract all our schemes. If + ever it should be for Evelyn's real happiness that my wish for her + marriage with Lumley Ferrers should not be fulfilled, to you I must leave + the right to decide on what I cannot foresee. All I ask is that no + obstacle shall be thrown in the way of my wish; and that the child shall + be trained up to consider Lumley as her future husband.' Among his papers + was a letter addressed to me to the same effect; and, indeed, in other + respects that letter left more to my judgment than I had any right to + expect. Oh, I am often unhappy to think that he did not marry one who + would have deserved his affection! and—but regret is useless now." + </p> + <p> + "I wish you could really feel so," said Mrs. Leslie; "for regret of + another kind still seems to haunt you; and I do not think you have yet + forgotten your early sorrows." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, how can I?" said Lady Vargrave, with a quivering lip. + </p> + <p> + At that instant, a light shadow darkened the sunny lawn in front of the + casements, and a sweet, gay young voice was heard singing at a little + distance; a moment more, and a beautiful girl, in the first bloom of + youth, bounded lightly along the grass, and halted opposite the friends. + </p> + <p> + It was a remarkable contrast,—the repose and quiet of the two + persons we have described, the age and gray hairs of one, the resigned and + melancholy gentleness written on the features of the other—with the + springing step and laughing eyes and radiant bloom of the new comer! As + she stood with the setting sun glowing full upon her rich fair hair, her + happy countenance and elastic form, it was a vision almost too bright for + this weary earth,—a thing of light and bliss, that the joyous Greek + might have placed among the forms of Heaven, and worshipped as an Aurora + or a Hebe. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, how can you stay indoors this beautiful evening? Come, dearest Mrs. + Leslie; come, Mother, dear Mother, you know you promised you would,—you + said I was to call you; see, it will rain no more, and the shower has left + the myrtles and the violet-bank so fresh." + </p> + <p> + "My dear Evelyn," said Mrs. Leslie, with a smile, "I am not so young as + you." + </p> + <p> + "No; but you are just as gay when you are in good spirits—and who + can be out of spirits in such weather? Let me call for your chair; let me + wheel you—I am sure I can. Down, Sultan; so you have found me out, + have you, sir? Be quiet, sir, down!" + </p> + <p> + This last exhortation was addressed to a splendid dog of the Newfoundland + breed, who now contrived wholly to occupy Evelyn's attention. + </p> + <p> + The two friends looked at this beautiful girl, as with all the grace of + youth she shared while she rebuked the exuberant hilarity of her huge + playmate; and the elder of the two seemed the most to sympathize with her + mirth. Both gazed with fond affection upon an object dear to both. But + some memory or association touched Lady Vargrave, and she sighed as she + gazed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Is stormy life preferred to this serene?—-YOUNG: <i>Satires</i>. +</pre> + <p> + AND the windows were closed in, and night had succeeded to evening, and + the little party at the cottage were grouped together. Mrs. Leslie was + quietly seated at her tambour-frame; Lady Vargrave, leaning her cheek on + her hand, seemed absorbed in a volume before her, but her eyes were not on + the page; Evelyn was busily employed in turning over the contents of a + parcel of books and music which had just been brought from the lodge where + the London coach had deposited it. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, dear Mamma!" cried Evelyn, "I am so glad; there is something you will + like,—some of the poetry that touched you so much set to music." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn brought the songs to her mother, who roused herself from her + revery, and looked at them with interest. + </p> + <p> + "It is very strange," said she, "that I should be so affected by all that + is written by this person: I, too" (she added, tenderly stroking down + Evelyn's luxuriant tresses), "who am not so fond of reading as you are!" + </p> + <p> + "You are reading one of his books now," said Evelyn, glancing over the + open page on the table. "Ah, that beautiful passage upon 'Our First + Impressions.' Yet I do not like you, dear Mother, to read his books; they + always seem to make you sad." + </p> + <p> + "There is a charm to me in their thoughts, their manner of expression," + said Lady Vargrave, "which sets me thinking, which reminds me of—of + an early friend, whom I could fancy I hear talking while I read. It was so + from the first time I opened by accident a book of his years ago." + </p> + <p> + "Who is this author that pleases you so much?" asked Mrs. Leslie, with + some surprise; for Lady Vargrave had usually little pleasure in reading + even the greatest and most popular masterpieces of modern genius. + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers," answered Evelyn; "and I think I almost share my mother's + enthusiasm." + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers!" repeated Mrs. Leslie. "He is, perhaps, a dangerous writer + for one so young. At your age, dear girl, you have naturally romance and + feeling enough of your own without seeking them in books." + </p> + <p> + "But, dear madam," said Evelyn, standing up for her favourite, "his + writings do not consist of romance and feeling only; they are not + exaggerated, they are so simple, so truthful." + </p> + <p> + "Did you ever meet him?" asked Lady Vargrave. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," returned Mrs. Leslie, "once, when he was a gay, fair-haired boy. + His father resided in the next county, and we met at a country-house. Mr. + Maltravers himself has an estate near my daughter in B——-shire, + but he does not live on it; he has been some years abroad,—a strange + character!" + </p> + <p> + "Why does he write no more?" said Evelyn; "I have read his works so often, + and know his poetry so well by heart, that I should look forward to + something new from him as an event." + </p> + <p> + "I have heard, my dear, that he has withdrawn much from the world and its + objects,—that he has lived greatly in the East. The death of a lady + to whom he was to have been married is said to have unsettled and changed + his character. Since that event he has not returned to England. Lord + Vargrave can tell you more of him than I." + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave thinks of nothing that is not always before the world," + said Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "I am sure you wrong him," said Mrs. Leslie, looking up and fixing her + eyes on Evelyn's countenance; "for <i>you</i> are not before the world." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn slightly—very slightly—pouted her pretty lip, but made + no answer. She took up the music, and seating herself at the piano, + practised the airs. Lady Vargrave listened with emotion; and as Evelyn in + a voice exquisitely sweet, though not powerful, sang the words, her mother + turned away her face, and half unconsciously, a few tears stole silently + down her cheek. + </p> + <p> + When Evelyn ceased, herself affected,—for the lines were impressed + with a wild and melancholy depth of feeling,—she came again to her + mother's side, and seeing her emotion, kissed away the tears from the + pensive eyes. Her own gayety left her; she drew a stool to her mother's + feet, and nestling to her, and clasping her hand, did not leave that place + till they retired to rest. + </p> + <p> + And the lady blessed Evelyn, and felt that, if bereaved, she was not + alone. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + BUT come, thou Goddess, fair and free, + In heaven yclept Euphrosyne! + + ...... + + To hear the lark begin his flight, + And, singing, startle the dull night.—<i>L'Allegro</i>. + + But come, thou Goddess, sage and holy, + Come, divinest Melancholy! + + ...... + + There held in holy passion still, + Forget thyself to marble.—<i>Il Penseroso</i>. +</pre> + <p> + THE early morn of early spring—what associations of freshness and + hope in that single sentence! And there a little after sunrise—there + was Evelyn, fresh and hopeful as the morning itself, bounding with the + light step of a light heart over the lawn. Alone, alone! no governess, + with a pinched nose and a sharp voice, to curb her graceful movements, and + tell her how young ladies ought to walk. How silently morning stole over + the earth! It was as if youth had the day and the world to itself. The + shutters of the cottage were still closed, and Evelyn cast a glance + upward, to assure herself that her mother, who also rose betimes, was not + yet stirring. So she tripped along, singing from very glee, to secure a + companion, and let out Sultan; and a few moments afterwards, they were + scouring over the grass, and descending the rude steps that wound down the + cliff to the smooth sea sands. Evelyn was still a child at heart, yet + somewhat more than a child in mind. In the majesty of— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "That hollow, sounding, and mysterious main,"— +</pre> + <p> + in the silence broken but by the murmur of the billows, in the solitude + relieved but by the boats of the early fishermen, she felt those deep and + tranquillizing influences which belong to the Religion of Nature. + Unconsciously to herself, her sweet face grew more thoughtful, and her + step more slow. What a complex thing is education! How many circumstances, + that have no connection with books and tutors, contribute to the rearing + of the human mind! The earth and the sky and the ocean were among the + teachers of Evelyn Cameron; and beneath her simplicity of thought was + daily filled, from the turns of invisible spirits, the fountain of the + poetry of feeling. + </p> + <p> + This was the hour when Evelyn most sensibly felt how little our real life + is chronicled by external events,—how much we live a second and a + higher life in our meditations and dreams. Brought up, not more by precept + than example, in the faith which unites creature and Creator, this was the + hour in which thought itself had something of the holiness of prayer; and + if (turning from dreams divine to earlier visions) this also was the hour + in which the heart painted and peopled its own fairyland below, of the two + ideal worlds that stretch beyond the inch of time on which we stand, + Imagination is perhaps holier than Memory. + </p> + <p> + So now, as the day crept on, Evelyn returned in a more sober mood, and + then she joined her mother and Mrs. Leslie at breakfast; and then the + household cares—such as they were—devolved upon her, heiress + though she was; and, that duty done, once more the straw hat and Sultan + were in requisition; and opening a little gate at the back of the cottage, + she took the path along the village churchyard that led to the house of + the old curate. The burial-ground itself was surrounded and shut in with a + belt of trees. Save the small time-discoloured church and the roofs of the + cottage and the minister's house, no building—not even a cotter's + hut—was visible there. Beneath a dark and single yew-tree in the + centre of the ground was placed a rude seat; opposite to this seat was a + grave, distinguished from the rest by a slight palisade. As the young + Evelyn passed slowly by this spot, a glove on the long damp grass beside + the yew-tree caught her eye. She took it up and sighed,—it was her + mother's. She sighed, for she thought of the soft melancholy on that + mother's face which her caresses and her mirth never could wholly chase + away. She wondered why that melancholy was so fixed a habit, for the young + ever wonder why the experienced should be sad. + </p> + <p> + And now Evelyn had passed the churchyard, and was on the green turf before + the minister's quaint, old-fashioned house. The old man himself was at + work in his garden; but he threw down his hoe as he saw Evelyn, and came + cheerfully up to greet her. + </p> + <p> + It was easy to see how dear she was to him. + </p> + <p> + "So you are come for your daily lesson, my young pupil?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but Tasso can wait if the—" + </p> + <p> + "If the tutor wants to play truant; no, my child; and, indeed, the lesson + must be longer than usual to-day, for I fear I shall have to leave you + to-morrow for some days." + </p> + <p> + "Leave us! why?—leave Brook-Green—impossible!" + </p> + <p> + "Not at all impossible; for we have now a new vicar, and I must turn + courtier in my old age, and ask him to leave me with my flock. He is at + Weymouth, and has written to me to visit him there. So, Miss Evelyn, I + must give you a holiday task to learn while I am away." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn brushed the tears from her eyes—for when the heart is full of + affection the eyes easily run over—and clung mournfully to the old + man, as she gave utterance to all her half-childish, half-womanly grief at + the thought of parting so soon with him. And what, too, could her mother + do without him; and why could he not write to the vicar instead of going + to him? + </p> + <p> + The curate, who was childless and a bachelor, was not insensible to the + fondness of his beautiful pupil, and perhaps he himself was a little more + <i>distrait</i> than usual that morning, or else Evelyn was peculiarly + inattentive; for certain it is that she reaped very little benefit from + the lesson. + </p> + <p> + Yet he was an admirable teacher, that old man! Aware of Evelyn's quick, + susceptible, and rather fanciful character of mind, he had sought less to + curb than to refine and elevate her imagination. Himself of no ordinary + abilities, which leisure had allowed him to cultivate, his piety was too + large and cheerful to exclude literature—Heaven's best gift—from + the pale of religion. And under his care Evelyn's mind had been duly + stored with the treasures of modern genius, and her judgment strengthened + by the criticisms of a graceful and generous taste. + </p> + <p> + In that sequestered hamlet, the young heiress had been trained to adorn + her future station; to appreciate the arts and elegances that distinguish + (no matter what the rank) the refined from the low, better than if she had + been brought up under the hundred-handed Briareus of fashionable + education. Lady Vargrave, indeed, like most persons of modest pretensions + and imperfect cultivation, was rather inclined to overrate the advantages + to be derived from book-knowledge; and she was never better pleased than + when she saw Evelyn opening the monthly parcel from London, and + delightedly poring over volumes which Lady Vargrave innocently believed to + be reservoirs of inexhaustible wisdom. + </p> + <p> + But this day Evelyn would not read, and the golden verses of Tasso lost + their music to her ear. So the curate gave up the lecture, and placed a + little programme of studies to be conned during his absence in her + reluctant hand; and Sultan, who had been wistfully licking his paws for + the last half-hour, sprang up and caracoled once more into the garden; and + the old priest and the young woman left the works of man for those of + Nature. + </p> + <p> + "Do not fear, I will take such care of your garden while you are away," + said Evelyn; "and you must write and let us know what day you are to come + back." + </p> + <p> + "My dear Evelyn, you are born to spoil every one—from Sultan to + Aubrey." + </p> + <p> + "And to be spoilt too, don't forget that," cried Evelyn, laughingly + shaking back her ringlets. "And now, before you go, will you tell me, as + you are so wise, what I can do to make—to make—my mother love + me?" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn's voice faltered as she spoke the last words, and Aubrey looked + surprised and moved. + </p> + <p> + "Your mother love you, my dear Evelyn! What do you mean,—does she + not love you?" + </p> + <p> + "Ah, not as I love her. She is kind and gentle, I know, for she is so to + all; but she does not confide in me, she does not trust me; she has some + sorrow at heart which I am never allowed to learn and soothe. Why does she + avoid all mention of her early days? She never talks to me as if she, too, + had once a mother! Why am I never to speak of her first marriage, of my + father? Why does she look reproachfully at me, and shun me—yes, shun + me, for days together—if—if I attempt to draw her to the past? + Is there a secret? If so, am I not old enough to know it?" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn spoke quickly and nervously, and with quivering lips. Aubrey took + her hand, and pressing it, said, after a little pause,— + </p> + <p> + "Evelyn, this is the first time you have ever thus spoken to me. Has + anything chanced to arouse your—shall I call it curiosity, or shall + I call it the mortified pride of affection?" + </p> + <p> + "And you, too, aye harsh; you blame me! No, it is true that I have not + thus spoken to you before; but I have long, long thought with grief that I + was insufficient to my mother's happiness,—I who love her so dearly. + And now, since Mrs. Leslie has been here, I find her conversing with this + comparative stranger so much more confidentially than with me. When I come + in unexpectedly, they cease their conference, as if I were not worthy to + share it; and—and oh, if I could but make you understand that all I + desire is that my mother should love me and know me and trust me—" + </p> + <p> + "Evelyn," said the curate, coldly, "you love your mother, and justly; a + kinder and a gentler heart than hers does not beat in a human breast. Her + first wish in life is for your happiness and welfare. You ask for + confidence, but why not confide in her; why not believe her actuated by + the best and the tenderest motives; why not leave it to her discretion to + reveal to you any secret grief, if such there be, that preys upon her; why + add to that grief by any selfish indulgence of over-susceptibility in + yourself? My dear pupil, you are yet almost a child; and they who have + sorrowed may well be reluctant to sadden with a melancholy confidence + those to whom sorrow is yet unknown. This much, at least, I may tell you,—for + this much she does not seek to conceal,—that Lady Vargrave was early + inured to trials from which you, more happy, have been saved. She speaks + not to you of her relations, for she has none left on earth. And after her + marriage with your benefactor, Evelyn, perhaps it seemed to her a matter + of principle to banish all vain regret, all remembrance if possible, of an + earlier tie." + </p> + <p> + "My poor, poor mother! Oh, yes, you are right; forgive me. She yet mourns, + perhaps, my father, whom I never saw, whom I feel, as it were, tacitly + forbid to name,—you did not know him?" + </p> + <p> + "Him!—whom?" + </p> + <p> + "My father, my mother's first husband." + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "But I am sure I could not have loved him so well as my benefactor, my + real and second father, who is now dead and gone. Oh, how well I remember + him,—how fondly!" Here Evelyn stopped and burst into tears. + </p> + <p> + "You do right to remember him thus; to love and revere his memory,—a + father indeed he was to you. But now, Evelyn, my own dear child, hear me. + Respect the silent heart of your mother; let her not think that her + misfortunes, whatever they may be, can cast a shadow over you,—you, + her last hope and blessing. Rather than seek to open the old wounds, + suffer them to heal, as they must, beneath the influences of religion and + time; and wait the hour when without, perhaps, too keen a grief, your + mother can go back with you into the past." + </p> + <p> + "I will, I will! Oh, how wicked, how ungracious I have been! It was but an + excess of love, believe it, dear Mr. Aubrey, believe it." + </p> + <p> + "I do believe it, my poor Evelyn; and now I know that I may trust in you. + Come, dry those bright eyes, or they will think I have been a hard + taskmaster, and let us go to the cottage." + </p> + <p> + They walked slowly and silently across the humble garden into the + churchyard, and there, by the old yew-tree, they saw Lady Vargrave. + Evelyn, fearful that the traces of her tears were yet visible, drew back; + and Aubrey, aware of what passed within her, said,— + </p> + <p> + "Shall I join your mother, and tell her of my approaching departure? And + perhaps in the meanwhile you will call at our poor pensioner's in the + village,—Dame Newman is so anxious to see you; we will join you + there soon." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn smiled her thanks, and kissing her hand to her mother with seeming + gayety, turned back and passed through the glebe into the little village. + Aubrey joined Lady Vargrave, and drew her arm in his. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Evelyn thoughtfully pursued her way. Her heart was full, and of + self-reproach. Her mother had, then, known cause for sorrow; and perhaps + her reserve was but occasioned by her reluctance to pain her child. Oh, + how doubly anxious would Evelyn be hereafter to soothe, to comfort, to + wean that dear mother from the past! Though in this girl's character there + was something of the impetuosity and thoughtlessness of her years, it was + noble as well as soft; and now the woman's trustfulness conquered all the + woman's curiosity. + </p> + <p> + She entered the cottage of the old bedridden crone whom Aubrey had + referred to. It was as a gleam of sunshine,—that sweet comforting + face; and here, seated by the old woman's side, with the Book of the Poor + upon her lap, Evelyn was found by Lady Vargrave. It was curious to observe + the different impressions upon the cottagers made by the mother and + daughter. Both were beloved with almost equal enthusiasm; but with the + first the poor felt more at home. They could talk to her more at ease: she + understood them so much more quickly; they had no need to beat about the + bush to tell the little peevish complaints that they were half-ashamed to + utter to Evelyn. What seemed so light to the young, cheerful beauty, the + mother listened to with so grave and sweet a patience. When all went + right, they rejoiced to see Evelyn; but in their little difficulties and + sorrows nobody was like "my good Lady!" + </p> + <p> + So Dame Newman, the moment she saw the pale countenance and graceful shape + of Lady Vargrave at the threshold, uttered an exclamation of delight. Now + she could let out all that she did not like to trouble the young lady + with; now she could complain of east winds, and rheumatiz, and the parish + officers, and the bad tea they sold poor people at Mr. Hart's shop, and + the ungrateful grandson who was so well to do and who forgot he had a + grandmother alive! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + TOWARDS the end of the week we received a card from the town + ladies. <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>. +</pre> + <p> + THE curate was gone, and the lessons suspended; otherwise—as like + each to each as sunshine or cloud permitted—day followed day in the + calm retreat of Brook-Green,—when, one morning, Mrs. Leslie, with a + letter in her hand, sought Lady Vargrave, who was busied in tending the + flowers of a small conservatory which she had added to the cottage, when, + from various motives, and one in especial powerful and mysterious, she + exchanged for so sequestered a home the luxurious villa bequeathed to her + by her husband. + </p> + <p> + To flowers—those charming children of Nature, in which our age can + take the same tranquil pleasure as our youth—Lady Vargrave devoted + much of her monotonous and unchequered time. She seemed to love them + almost as living things; and her memory associated them with hours as + bright and as fleeting as themselves. + </p> + <p> + "My dear friend," said Mrs. Leslie, "I have news for you. My daughter, + Mrs. Merton, who has been in Cornwall on a visit to her husband's mother, + writes me word that she will visit us on her road home to the Rectory in B——-shire. + She will not put you much out of the way," added Mrs. Leslie, smiling, + "for Mr. Merton will not accompany her; she only brings her daughter + Caroline, a lively, handsome, intelligent girl, who will be enchanted with + Evelyn. All you will regret is, that she comes to terminate my visit, and + take me away with her. If you can forgive that offence, you will have + nothing else to pardon." + </p> + <p> + Lady Vargrave replied with her usual simple kindness; but she was + evidently nervous at the visit of a stranger (for she had never yet seen + Mrs. Merton), and still more distressed at the thought of losing Mrs. + Leslie a week or two sooner than had been anticipated. However, Mrs. + Leslie hastened to reassure her. Mrs. Merton was so quiet and + good-natured, the wife of a country clergyman with simple tastes; and + after all, Mrs. Leslie's visit might last as long, if Lady Vargrave would + be contented to extend her hospitality to Mrs. Merton and Caroline. + </p> + <p> + When the visit was announced to Evelyn, her young heart was susceptible + only of pleasure and curiosity. She had no friend of her own age; she was + sure she should like the grandchild of her dear Mrs. Leslie. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn, who had learned betimes, from the affectionate solicitude of her + nature, to relieve her mother of such few domestic cares as a home so + quiet, with an establishment so regular, could afford, gayly busied + herself in a thousand little preparations. She filled the rooms of the + visitors with flowers (not dreaming that any one could fancy them + unwholesome), and spread the tables with her own favourite books, and had + the little cottage piano in her own dressing-room removed into Caroline's—Caroline + must be fond of music. She had some doubts of transferring a cage with two + canaries into Caroline's room also; but when she approached the cage with + that intention, the birds chirped so merrily, and seemed so glad to see + her, and so expectant of sugar, that her heart smote her for her meditated + desertion and ingratitude. No, she could not give up the canaries; but the + glass bowl with the goldfish—oh, that would look so pretty on its + stand just by the casement; and the fish—dull things!—would + not miss her. + </p> + <p> + The morning, the noon, the probable hour of the important arrival came at + last; and after having three times within the last half-hour visited the + rooms, and settled and unsettled and settled again everything before + arranged, Evelyn retired to her own room to consult her wardrobe, and + Margaret,—once her nurse, now her abigail. Alas! the wardrobe of the + destined Lady Vargrave—the betrothed of a rising statesman, a new + and now an ostentatious peer; the heiress of the wealthy Templeton—was + one that many a tradesman's daughter would have disdained. Evelyn visited + so little; the clergyman of the place, and two old maids who lived most + respectably on a hundred and eighty pounds a year, in a cottage, with one + maidservant, two cats, and a footboy, bounded the circle of her + acquaintance. Her mother was so indifferent to dress; she herself had + found so many other ways of spending money!—but Evelyn was not now + more philosophical than others of her age. She turned from muslin to + muslin—from the coloured to the white, from the white to the + coloured—with pretty anxiety and sorrowful suspense. At last she + decided on the newest, and when it was on, and the single rose set in the + lustrous and beautiful hair, Carson herself could not have added a charm. + Happy age! Who wants the arts of the milliner at seventeen? + </p> + <p> + "And here, miss; here's the fine necklace Lord Vargrave brought down when + my lord came last; it will look so grand!" + </p> + <p> + The emeralds glittered in their case; Evelyn looked at them irresolutely; + then, as she looked, a shade came over her forehead, and she sighed, and + closed the lid. + </p> + <p> + "No, Margaret, I do not want it; take it away." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, dear, miss! what would my lord say if he were down! And they are so + beautiful! they will look so fine! Deary me, how they sparkle! But you + will wear much finer when you are my lady." + </p> + <p> + "I hear Mamma's bell; go, Margaret, she wants you." + </p> + <p> + Left alone, the young beauty sank down abstractedly, and though the + looking-glass was opposite, it did not arrest her eye; she forgot her + wardrobe, her muslin dress, her fears, and her guests. + </p> + <p> + "Ah," she thought, "what a weight of dread I feel here when I think of + Lord Vargrave and this fatal engagement; and every day I feel it more and + more. To leave my dear, dear mother, the dear cottage—oh! I never + can. I used to like him when I was a child; now I shudder at his name. Why + is this? He is kind; he condescends to seek to please. It was the wish of + my poor father,—for father he really was to me; and yet—oh + that he had left me poor and free!" + </p> + <p> + At this part of Evelyn's meditation the unusual sound of wheels was heard + on the gravel; she started up, wiped the tears from her eyes, and hurried + down to welcome the expected guests. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + TELL me, Sophy, my dear, what do you think of our new visitors? + <i>Vicar of Wakefield</i>. +</pre> + <p> + MRS. MERTON and her daughter were already in the middle drawing-room, + seated on either side of Mrs. Leslie,—the former a woman of quiet + and pleasing exterior, her face still handsome, and if not intelligent, at + least expressive of sober good-nature and habitual content; the latter a + fine dark-eyed girl, of decided countenance, and what is termed a showy + style of beauty,—tall, self-possessed, and dressed plainly indeed, + but after the approved fashion. The rich bonnet of the large shape then + worn; the Chantilly veil; the gay French <i>Cachemire</i>; the full + sleeves, at that time the unnatural rage; the expensive yet unassuming <i>robe + de soie</i>; the perfect <i>chaussure</i>; the air of society, the easy + manner, the tranquil but scrutinizing gaze,—all startled, + discomposed, and half-frightened Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + Miss Merton herself, if more at her ease, was equally surprised by the + beauty and unconscious grace of the young fairy before her, and rose to + greet her with a well-bred cordiality, which at once made a conquest of + Evelyn's heart. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton kissed her cheek, and smiled kindly on her, but said little. + It was easy to see that she was a less conversable and more homely person + than Caroline. + </p> + <p> + When Evelyn conducted them to their rooms, the mother and daughter + detected at a glance the care that had provided for their comforts; and + something eager and expectant in Evelyn's eyes taught the good-nature of + the one and the good breeding of the other to reward their young hostess + by various little exclamations of pleasure and satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + "Dear, how nice! What a pretty writing-desk!" said one—"And the + pretty goldfish!" said the other—"And the piano, too, so well + placed;" and Caroline's fair fingers ran rapidly over the keys. Evelyn + retired, covered with smiles and blushes. And then Mrs. Merton permitted + herself to say to the well-dressed abigail,— + </p> + <p> + "Do take away those flowers, they make me quite faint." + </p> + <p> + "And how low the room is,—so confined!" said Caroline, when the + lady's lady withdrew with the condemned flowers. "And I see no Pysche. + However, the poor people have done their best." + </p> + <p> + "Sweet person, Lady Vargrave!" said Mrs. Merton,—"so interesting, so + beautiful; and how youthful in appearance!" + </p> + <p> + "No <i>tournure</i>—not much the manner of the world," said + Caroline. + </p> + <p> + "No; but something better." + </p> + <p> + "Hem!" said Caroline. "The girl is very pretty, though too small." + </p> + <p> + "Such a smile, such eyes,—she is irresistible! and what a fortune! + She will be a charming friend for you, Caroline." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, she may be useful, if she marry Lord Vargrave; or, indeed, if she + make any brilliant match. What sort of a man is Lord Vargrave?" + </p> + <p> + "I never saw him; they say, most fascinating." + </p> + <p> + "Well, she is very happy," said Caroline, with a sigh. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + TWO lovely damsels cheer my lonely walk.—LAMB: <i>Album Verses</i>. +</pre> + <p> + AFTER dinner there was still light enough for the young people to stroll + through the garden. Mrs. Merton, who was afraid of the damp, preferred + staying within; and she was so quiet, and made herself so much at home, + that Lady Vargrave, to use Mrs. Leslie's phrase, was not the least "put + out" by her. Besides, she talked of Evelyn, and that was a theme very dear + to Lady Vargrave, who was both fond and proud of Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "This is very pretty indeed,—the view of the sea quite lovely!" said + Caroline. "You draw?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, a little." + </p> + <p> + "From Nature?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes." + </p> + <p> + "What, in Indian ink?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; and water-colours." + </p> + <p> + "Oh! Why, who could have taught you in this little village; or, indeed, in + this most primitive county?" + </p> + <p> + "We did not come to Brook-Green till I was nearly fifteen. My dear mother, + though very anxious to leave our villa at Fulham, would not do so on my + account, while masters could be of service to me; and as I knew she had + set her heart on this place, I worked doubly hard." + </p> + <p> + "Then she knew this place before?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; she had been here many years ago, and took the place after my poor + father's death,—I always call the late Lord Vargrave my father. She + used to come here regularly once a year without me; and when she returned, + I thought her even more melancholy than before." + </p> + <p> + "What makes the charm of the place to Lady Vargrave?" asked Caroline, with + some interest. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know; unless it be its extreme quiet, or some early association." + </p> + <p> + "And who is your nearest neighbour?" + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Aubrey, the curate. It is so unlucky, he is gone from home for a + short time. You can't think how kind and pleasant he is,—the most + amiable old man in the world; just such a man as Bernardin St. Pierre + would have loved to describe." + </p> + <p> + "Agreeable, no doubt, but dull—good curates generally are." + </p> + <p> + "Dull? not the least; cheerful even to playfulness, and full of + information. He has been so good to me about books; indeed, I have learned + a great deal from him." + </p> + <p> + "I dare say he is an admirable judge of sermons." + </p> + <p> + "But Mr. Aubrey is not severe," persisted Evelyn, earnestly; "he is very + fond of Italian literature, for instance; we are reading Tasso together." + </p> + <p> + "Oh! pity he is old—I think you said he was old. Perhaps there is a + son, the image of the sire?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no," said Evelyn, laughing innocently; "Mr. Aubrey never married." + </p> + <p> + "And where does the old gentleman live?" + </p> + <p> + "Come a little this way; there, you can just see the roof of his house, + close by the church." + </p> + <p> + "I see; it is <i>tant soit peu triste</i> to have the church so near you." + </p> + <p> + "<i>Do</i> you think so? Ah, but you have not seen it; it is the prettiest + church in the county; and the little burial-ground—so quiet, so shut + in; I feel better every time I pass it. Some places breathe of religion." + </p> + <p> + "You are poetical, my dear little friend." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn, who <i>had</i> poetry in her nature, and therefore sometimes it + broke out in her simple language, coloured and felt half-ashamed. + </p> + <p> + "It is a favourite walk with my mother," said she, apologetically; "she + often spends hours there alone: and so, perhaps, I think it a prettier + spot than others may. It does not seem to me to have anything of gloom in + it; when I die, I should like to be buried there." + </p> + <p> + Caroline laughed slightly. "That is a strange wish; but perhaps you have + been crossed in love?" + </p> + <p> + "I!—oh, you are laughing at me!" + </p> + <p> + "You do not remember Mr. Cameron, your real father, I suppose?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I believe he died before I was born." + </p> + <p> + "Cameron is a Scotch name: to what tribe of Camerons do you belong?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," said Evelyn, rather embarrassed; "indeed I know nothing of + my father's or mother's family. It is very odd, but I don't think we have + any relations. You know when I am of age that I am to take the name of + Templeton." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, the name goes with the fortune; I understand. Dear Evelyn, how rich + you will be! I do so wish I were rich!" + </p> + <p> + "And I that I were poor," said Evelyn, with an altered tone and expression + of countenance. + </p> + <p> + "Strange girl! what can you mean?" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn said nothing, and Caroline examined her curiously. + </p> + <p> + "These notions come from living so much out of the world, my dear Evelyn. + How you must long to see more of life!" + </p> + <p> + "I! not in the least. I should never like to leave this place,—I + could live and die here." + </p> + <p> + "You will think otherwise when you are Lady Vargrave. Why do you look so + grave? Do you not love Lord Vargrave?" + </p> + <p> + "What a question!" said Evelyn, turning away her head, and forcing a + laugh. + </p> + <p> + "It is no matter whether you do or not: it is a brilliant position. He has + rank, reputation, high office; all he wants is money, and that you will + give him. Alas! I have no prospect so bright. I have no fortune, and I + fear my face will never buy a title, an opera-box, and a house in + Grosvenor Square. I wish I were the future Lady Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + "I am sure I wish you were," said Evelyn, with great <i>naivete</i>; "you + would suit Lord Vargrave better than I should." + </p> + <p> + Caroline laughed. + </p> + <p> + "Why do you think so?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, his way of thinking is like yours; he never says anything I can + sympathize with." + </p> + <p> + "A pretty compliment to me! Depend upon it, my dear, you will sympathize + with me when you have seen as much of the world. But Lord Vargrave—is + he too old?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't think of his age; and indeed he looks younger than he is." + </p> + <p> + "Is he handsome?" + </p> + <p> + "He is what may be called handsome,—you would think so." + </p> + <p> + "Well, if he comes here, I will do my best to win him from you; so look to + yourself." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I should be so grateful; I should like him so much, if he would fall + in love with you!" + </p> + <p> + "I fear there is no chance of that." + </p> + <p> + "But how," said Evelyn, hesitatingly, after a pause,—"how is it that + you have seen so much more of the world than I have? I thought Mr. Merton + lived a great deal in the country." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but my uncle, Sir John Merton, is member for the county; my + grandmother on my father's side—Lady Elizabeth, who has Tregony + Castle (which we have just left) for her jointure-house—goes to town + almost every season, and I have spent three seasons with her. She is a + charming old woman,—quite the <i>grand dame</i>. I am sorry to say + she remains in Cornwall this year. She has not been very well; the + physicians forbid late hours and London; but even in the country we are + very gay. My uncle lives near us, and though a widower, has his house full + when down at Merton Park; and Papa, too, is rich, very hospitable and + popular, and will, I hope, be a bishop one of these days—not at all + like a mere country parson; and so, somehow or other, I have learned to be + ambitious,—we are an ambitious family on Papa's side. But, alas! I + have not your cards to play. Young, beautiful, and an heiress! Ah, what + prospects! You should make your mamma take you to town." + </p> + <p> + "To town! she would be wretched at the very idea. Oh, you don't know us." + </p> + <p> + "I can't help fancying, Miss Evelyn," said Caroline, archly, "that you are + not so blind to Lord Vargrave's perfections and so indifferent to London, + only from the pretty innocent way of thinking, that so prettily and + innocently you express. I dare say, if the truth were known, there is some + handsome young rector, besides the old curate, who plays the flute, and + preaches sentimental sermons in white kid gloves." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn laughed merrily,—so merrily that Caroline's suspicions + vanished. They continued to walk and talk thus till the night came on, and + then they went in; and Evelyn showed Caroline her drawings, which + astonished that young lady, who was a good judge of accomplishments. + Evelyn's performance on the piano astonished her yet more; but Caroline + consoled herself on this point, for her voice was more powerful, and she + sang French songs with much more spirit. Caroline showed talent in all she + undertook; but Evelyn, despite her simplicity, had genius, though as yet + scarcely developed, for she had quickness, emotion, susceptibility, + imagination. And the difference between talent and genius lies rather in + the heart than the head. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + DOST thou feel + The solemn whispering influence of the scene + Oppressing thy young heart, that thou dost draw + More closely to my side?—F. HEMANS: <i>Wood Walk and Hymn</i>. +</pre> + <p> + CAROLINE and Evelyn, as was natural, became great friends. They were not + kindred to each other in disposition; but they were thrown together, and + friendship thus forced upon both. Unsuspecting and sanguine, it was + natural to Evelyn to admire; and Caroline was, to her inexperience, a + brilliant and imposing novelty. Sometimes Miss Merton's worldliness of + thought shocked Evelyn; but then Caroline had a way with her as if she + were not in earnest,—as if she were merely indulging an inclination + towards irony; nor was she without a certain vein of sentiment that + persons a little hackneyed in the world and young ladies a little + disappointed that they are not wives instead of maids, easily acquire. + Trite as this vein of sentiment was, poor Evelyn thought it beautiful and + most feeling. Then, Caroline was clever, entertaining, cordial, with all + that superficial superiority that a girl of twenty-three who knows London + readily exercises over a country girl of seventeen. On the other hand, + Caroline was kind and affectionate towards her. The clergyman's daughter + felt that she could not be always superior, even in fashion, to the + wealthy heiress. + </p> + <p> + One evening, as Mrs. Leslie and Mrs. Merton sat under the veranda of the + cottage, without their hostess, who had gone alone into the village, and + the young ladies were confidentially conversing on the lawn, Mrs. Leslie + said rather abruptly, "Is not Evelyn a delightful creature? How + unconscious of her beauty; how simple, and yet so naturally gifted!" + </p> + <p> + "I have never seen one who interested me more," said Mrs. Merton, settling + her <i>pelerine</i>; "she is extremely pretty." + </p> + <p> + "I am so anxious about her," resumed Mrs. Leslie, thoughtfully. "You know + the wish of the late Lord Vargrave that she should marry his nephew, the + present lord, when she reaches the age of eighteen. She only wants nine or + ten months of that time; she has seen nothing of the world: she is not fit + to decide for herself; and Lady Vargrave, the best of human creatures, is + still herself almost too inexperienced in the world to be a guide for one + so young placed in such peculiar circumstances, and of prospects so + brilliant. Lady Vargrave at heart is a child still, and will be so even + when as old as I am." + </p> + <p> + "It is very true," said Mrs. Merton. "Don't you fear that the girls will + catch cold? The dew is falling, and the grass must be wet." + </p> + <p> + "I have thought," continued Mrs. Leslie, without heeding the latter part + of Mrs. Merton's speech, "that it would be a kind thing to invite Evelyn + to stay with you a few months at the Rectory. To be sure, it is not like + London; but you see a great deal of the world. The society at your house + is well selected, and at times even brilliant; she will meet young people + of her own age, and young people fashion and form each other." + </p> + <p> + "I was thinking myself that I should like to invite her," said Mrs. + Merton; "I will consult Caroline." + </p> + <p> + "Caroline, I am sure, would be delighted; the difficulty lies rather in + Evelyn herself." + </p> + <p> + "You surprise me! she must be moped to death here." + </p> + <p> + "But will she leave her mother?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, Caroline often leaves me," said Mrs. Merton. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Leslie was silent, and Evelyn and her new friend now joined the + mother and daughter. + </p> + <p> + "I have been trying to persuade Evelyn to pay us a little visit," said + Caroline; "she could accompany us so nicely; and if she is still strange + with us, dear grandmamma goes too,—I am sure we can make her at + home." + </p> + <p> + "How odd!" said Mrs. Merton; "we were just saying the same thing. My dear + Miss Cameron, we should be so happy to have you." + </p> + <p> + "And I should be so happy to go, if Mamma would but go too." + </p> + <p> + As she spoke, the moon, just risen, showed the form of Lady Vargrave + slowly approaching the house. By the light, her features seemed more pale + than usual; and her slight and delicate form, with its gliding motion and + noiseless step, had in it something almost ethereal and unearthly. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn turned and saw her, and her heart smote her. Her mother, so wedded + to the dear cottage—and had this gay stranger rendered that dear + cottage less attractive,—she who had said she could live and die in + its humble precincts? Abruptly she left her new friend, hastened to her + mother, and threw her arms fondly round her. + </p> + <p> + "You are pale; you have over-fatigued yourself. Where have you been? Why + did you not take me with you?" + </p> + <p> + Lady Vargrave pressed Evelyn's hand affectionately. + </p> + <p> + "You care for me too much," said she. "I am but a dull companion for you; + I was so glad to see you happy with one better suited to your gay spirits. + What can we do when she leaves us?" + </p> + <p> + "Ah, I want no companion but my own, own mother. And have I not Sultan, + too?" added Evelyn, smiling away the tear that had started to her eyes. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + FRIEND after friend departs; + Who hath not lost a friend? + There is no union here of hearts + That finds not here an end.—J. MONTGOMERY. +</pre> + <p> + THAT night Mrs. Leslie sought Lady Vargrave in her own room. As she + entered gently she observed that, late as the hour was, Lady Vargrave was + stationed by the open window, and seemed intently gazing on the scene + below. Mrs. Leslie reached her side unperceived. The moonlight was + exceedingly bright; and just beyond the garden, from which it was + separated but by a slight fence, lay the solitary churchyard of the + hamlet, with the slender spire of the holy edifice rising high and + tapering into the shining air. It was a calm and tranquillizing scene; and + so intent was Lady Vargrave's abstracted gaze, that Mrs. Leslie was + unwilling to disturb her revery. + </p> + <p> + At length Lady Vargrave turned; and there was that patient and pathetic + resignation written in her countenance which belongs to those whom the + world can deceive no more, and who have fixed their hearts in the life + beyond. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Leslie, whatever she thought or felt, said nothing, except in kindly + remonstrance on the indiscretion of braving the night air. The window was + closed; they sat down to confer. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Leslie repeated the invitation given to Evelyn, and urged the + advisability of accepting it. "It is cruel to separate you," said she; "I + feel it acutely. Why not, then, come with Evelyn? You shake your head: why + always avoid society? So young, yet you give yourself too much to the + past!" + </p> + <p> + Lady Vargrave rose, and walked to a cabinet at the end of the room; she + unlocked it, and beckoned to Mrs. Leslie to approach. In a drawer lay + carefully folded articles of female dress,—rude, homely, ragged,—the + dress of a peasant girl. + </p> + <p> + "Do these remind you of your first charity to me?" she said touchingly: + "they tell me that I have nothing to do with the world in which you and + yours, and Evelyn herself, should move." + </p> + <p> + "Too tender conscience!—your errors were but those of circumstances, + of youth;—how have they been redeemed! none even suspect them. Your + past history is known but to the good old Aubrey and myself. No breath, + even of rumour, tarnishes the name of Lady Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Leslie," said Lady Vargrave, reclosing the cabinet, and again + seating herself, "my world lies around me; I cannot quit it. If I were of + use to Evelyn, then indeed I would sacrifice, brave all; but I only cloud + her spirits. I have no advice to give her, no instruction to bestow. When + she was a child I could watch over her; when she was sick, I could nurse + her; but now she requires an adviser, a guide; and I feel too sensibly + that this task is beyond my powers. I, a guide to youth and innocence,—<i>I</i>! + No, I have nothing to offer her, dear child! but my love and my prayers. + Let your daughter take her, then,—watch over her, guide, advise her. + For me—unkind, ungrateful as it may seem—were she but happy, I + could well bear to be alone!" + </p> + <p> + "But she—how will she, who loves you so, submit to this separation?" + </p> + <p> + "It will not be long; and," added Lady Vargrave, with a serious, yet sweet + smile, "she had better be prepared for that separation which must come at + last. As year by year I outlive my last hope,—that of once more + beholding <i>him</i>,—I feel that life becomes feebler and feebler, + and I look more on that quiet churchyard as a home to which I am soon + returning. At all events, Evelyn will be called upon to form new ties that + must estrange her from me; let her wean herself from one so useless to + her, to all the world,—now, and by degrees." + </p> + <p> + "Speak not thus," said Mrs. Leslie, strongly affected; "you have many + years of happiness yet in store for you. The more you recede from youth, + the fairer life will become to you." + </p> + <p> + "God is good to me," said the lady, raising her meek eyes; "and I have + already found it so. I am contented." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THE greater part of them seemed to be charmed with his presence. + MACKENZIE: <i>The Man of the World</i>. +</pre> + <p> + IT was with the greatest difficulty that Evelyn could at last be persuaded + to consent to the separation from her mother; she wept bitterly at the + thought. But Lady Vargrave, though touched, was firm, and her firmness was + of that soft, imploring character which Evelyn never could resist. The + visit was to last some months, it is true, but she would return to the + cottage; she would escape, too—and this, perhaps, unconsciously + reconciled her more than aught else—the periodical visit of Lord + Vargrave. At the end of July, when the parliamentary session at that + unreformed era usually expired, he always came to Brook-Green for a month. + His last visits had been most unwelcome to Evelyn, and this next visit she + dreaded more than she had any of the former ones. It is strange,—the + repugnance with which she regarded the suit of her affianced!—she, + whose heart was yet virgin; who had never seen any one who, in form, + manner, and powers to please, could be compared to the gay Lord Vargrave. + And yet a sense of honour, of what was due to her dead benefactor, her + more than father,—all combated that repugnance, and left her + uncertain what course to pursue, uncalculating as to the future. In the + happy elasticity of her spirits, and with a carelessness almost + approaching to levity, which, to say truth, was natural to her, she did + not often recall the solemn engagement that must soon be ratified or + annulled; but when that thought did occur, it saddened her for hours, and + left her listless and despondent. The visit to Mrs. Merton was, then, + finally arranged, the day of departure fixed, when, one morning, came the + following letter from Lord Vargrave himself:— + </p> + <p> + To the LADY VARGRAVE, etc. + </p> + <p> + MY DEAR FRIEND,—I find that we have a week's holiday in our + do-nothing Chamber, and the weather is so delightful, that I long to share + its enjoyment with those I love best. You will, therefore, see me almost + as soon as you receive this; that is, I shall be with you at dinner on the + same day. What can I say to Evelyn? Will you, dearest Lady Vargrave, make + her accept all the homage which, when uttered by me, she seems half + inclined to reject? + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + In haste, most affectionately yours, + + VARGRAVE. + + HAMILTON PLACE, April 30, 18—. +</pre> + <p> + This letter was by no means welcome, either to Mrs. Leslie or to Evelyn. + The former feared that Lord Vargrave would disapprove of a visit, the real + objects of which could scarcely be owned to him; the latter was reminded + of all she desired to forget. But Lady Vargrave herself rather rejoiced at + the thought of Lumley's arrival. Hitherto, in the spirit of her passive + and gentle character, she had taken the engagement between Evelyn and Lord + Vargrave almost as a matter of course. The will and wish of her late + husband operated most powerfully on her mind; and while Evelyn was yet in + childhood, Lumley's visits had ever been acceptable, and the playful girl + liked the gay and good-humoured lord, who brought her all sorts of + presents, and appeared as fond of dogs as herself. But Evelyn's recent + change of manner, her frequent fits of dejection and thought, once pointed + out to Lady Vargrave by Mrs. Leslie, aroused all the affectionate and + maternal anxiety of the former. She was resolved to watch, to examine, to + scrutinize, not only Evelyn's reception of Vargrave, but, as far as she + could, the manner and disposition of Vargrave himself. She felt how solemn + a trust was the happiness of a whole life; and she had that romance of + heart, learned from Nature, not in books, which made her believe that + there could be no happiness in a marriage without love. + </p> + <p> + The whole family party were on the lawn, when, an hour earlier than he was + expected, the travelling carriage of Lord Vargrave was whirled along the + narrow sweep that conducted from the lodge to the house. Vargrave, as he + saw the party, kissed his hand from the window; and leaping from the + carriage, when it stopped at the porch, hastened to meet his hostess. + </p> + <p> + "My dear Lady Vargrave, I am so glad to see you! You are looking + charmingly; and Evelyn?—oh, there she is; the dear coquette, how + lovely she is! how she has improved! But who [sinking his voice], who are + those ladies?" + </p> + <p> + "Guests of ours,—Mrs. Leslie, whom you have often heard us speak of, + but never met—" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; and the others?" + </p> + <p> + "Her daughter and grandchild." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be delighted to know them." + </p> + <p> + A more popular manner than Lord Vargrave's it is impossible to conceive. + Frank and prepossessing, even when the poor and reckless Mr. Ferrers, + without rank or reputation, his smile, the tone of his voice, his familiar + courtesy,—apparently so inartificial and approaching almost to a + boyish bluntness of good-humour,—were irresistible in the rising + statesman and favoured courtier. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton was enchanted with him; Caroline thought him, at the first + glance, the most fascinating person she had ever seen; even Mrs. Leslie, + more grave, cautious, and penetrating, was almost equally pleased with the + first impression; and it was not till, in his occasional silence, his + features settled into their natural expression that she fancied she + detected in the quick suspicious eye and the close compression of the lips + the tokens of that wily, astute, and worldly character, which, in + proportion as he had risen in his career, even his own party reluctantly + and mysteriously assigned to one of their most prominent leaders. + </p> + <p> + When Vargrave took Evelyn's hand, and raised it with meaning gallantry to + his lips, the girl first blushed deeply, and then turned pale as death; + nor did the colour thus chased away soon return to the transparent cheek. + Not noticing signs which might bear a twofold interpretation, Lumley, who + seemed in high spirits, rattled away on a thousand matters,—praising + the view, the weather, the journey, throwing out a joke here and a + compliment there, and completing his conquest over Mrs. Merton and + Caroline. + </p> + <p> + "You have left London in the very height of its gayety, Lord Vargrave," + said Caroline, as they sat conversing after dinner. + </p> + <p> + "True, Miss Merton; but the country is in the height of its gayety too." + </p> + <p> + "Are you so fond of the country, then?" + </p> + <p> + "By fits and starts; my passion for it comes in with the early + strawberries, and goes out with the hautboys. I lead so artificial a life; + but then I hope it is a useful one. I want nothing but a home to make it a + happy one." + </p> + <p> + "What is the latest news?—dear London! I am so sorry Grandmamma, + Lady Elizabeth, is not going there this year, so I am compelled to + rusticate. Is Lady Jane D——- to be married at last?" + </p> + <p> + "Commend me to a young lady's idea of news,—always marriage! Lady + Jane D——-! yes, she is to be married, as you say—<i>at + last</i>! While she was a beauty, our cold sex was shy of her; but she has + now faded into plainness,—the proper colour for a wife." + </p> + <p> + "Complimentary!" + </p> + <p> + "Indeed it is—for you beautiful women we love too much for our own + happiness—heigho!—and a prudent marriage means friendly + indifference, not rapture and despair. But give me beauty and love; I + never was prudent: it is not my weakness." + </p> + <p> + Though Caroline was his sole supporter in this dialogue, Lord Vargrave's + eyes attempted to converse with Evelyn, who was unusually silent and + abstracted. Suddenly Lord Vargrave seemed aware that he was scarcely + general enough in his talk for his hearers. He addressed himself to Mrs. + Leslie, and glided back, as it were, into a former generation. He spoke of + persons gone and things forgotten; he made the subject interesting even to + the young, by a succession of various and sparkling anecdotes. No one + could be more agreeable; even Evelyn now listened to him with pleasure, + for to all women wit and intellect have their charm. But still there was a + cold and sharp levity in the tone of the man of the world that prevented + the charm sinking below the surface. To Mrs. Leslie he seemed + unconsciously to betray a laxity of principle; to Evelyn, a want of + sentiment and heart. Lady Vargrave, who did not understand a character of + this description, listened attentively, and said to herself, "Evelyn may + admire, but I fear she cannot love him." Still, time passed quickly in + Lumley's presence, and Caroline thought she had never spent so pleasant an + evening. + </p> + <p> + When Lord Vargrave retired to his room, he threw himself in his chair, and + yawned with exceeding fervour. His servant arranged his dressing-robe, and + placed his portfolios and letter-boxes on the table. + </p> + <p> + "What o'clock is it?" said Lumley. + </p> + <p> + "Very early, my lord; only eleven." + </p> + <p> + "The devil! The country air is wonderfully exhausting. I am very sleepy; + you may go." + </p> + <p> + "This little girl," said Lumley, stretching himself, "is preternaturally + shy. I must neglect her no longer—yet it is surely all safe? She has + grown monstrous pretty; but the other girl is more amusing, more to my + taste, and a much easier conquest, I fancy. Her great dark eyes seem full + of admiration for my lordship. Sensible young woman! she may be useful in + piquing Evelyn." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Julio</i>. Wilt thou have him?—<i>The Maid in the Mill</i>. +</pre> + <p> + LORD VARGRAVE heard the next morning, with secret distaste and + displeasure, of Evelyn's intended visit to the Mertons. He could scarcely + make any open objection to it; but he did not refrain from many + insinuations as to its impropriety. + </p> + <p> + "My dear friend," said he to Lady Vargrave, "it is scarcely right in you + (pardon me for saying it) to commit Evelyn to the care of comparative + strangers. Mrs. Leslie, indeed, you know; but Mrs. Merton, you allow, you + have now seen for the first time. A most respectable person doubtless; but + still, recollect how young Evelyn is, how rich; what a prize to any + younger sons in the Merton family (if such there be). Miss Merton herself + is a shrewd, worldly girl; and if she were of our sex would make a capital + fortune-hunter. Don't think my fear is selfish; I do not speak for myself. + If I were Evelyn's brother, I should be yet more earnest in my + remonstrance." + </p> + <p> + "But, Lord Vargrave, poor Evelyn is dull here; my spirits infect hers. She + ought to mix more with those of her own age, to see more of the world + before—before—" + </p> + <p> + "Before her marriage with me? Forgive me, but is not that my affair? If I + am contented, nay, charmed with her innocence, if I prefer it to all the + arts which society could teach her, surely you would be acquitted for + leaving her in the beautiful simplicity that makes her chief fascination? + She will see enough of the world as Lady Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + "But if she should resolve never to be Lady Vargrave—?" + </p> + <p> + Lumley started, bit his lip, and frowned. Lady Vargrave had never before + seen on his countenance the dark expression it now wore. He recollected + and recovered himself, as he observed her eye fixed upon him, and said, + with a constrained smile,— + </p> + <p> + "Can you anticipate an event so fatal to my happiness, so unforeseen, so + opposed to all my poor uncle's wishes, as Evelyn's rejection of a suit + pursued for years, and so solemnly sanctioned in her very childhood?" + </p> + <p> + "She must decide for herself," said Lady Vargrave. "Your uncle carefully + distinguished between a wish and a command. Her heart is as yet untouched. + If she can love you, may you deserve her affection." + </p> + <p> + "It shall be my study to do so. But why this departure from your roof just + when we ought to see most of each other? It cannot be that you would + separate us?" + </p> + <p> + "I fear, Lord Vargrave, that if Evelyn were to remain here, she would + decide against you. I fear if you press her now, such now may be her + premature decision. Perhaps this arises from too fond an attachment for + her home; perhaps even a short absence from her home—from me—may + more reconcile her to a permanent separation." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave could say no more, for here they were joined by Caroline and Mrs. + Merton; but his manner was changed, nor could he recover the gayety of the + previous night. + </p> + <p> + When, however, he found time for meditation, he contrived to reconcile + himself to the intended visit. He felt that it was easy to secure the + friendship of the whole of the Merton family; and that friendship might be + more useful to him than the neutral part adopted by Lady Vargrave. He + should, of course, be invited to the rectory; it was much nearer London + than Lady Vargrave's cottage, he could more often escape from public cares + to superintend his private interest. A country neighbourhood, particularly + at that season of the year, was not likely to abound in very dangerous + rivals. Evelyn would, he saw, be surrounded by a <i>worldly</i> family, + and he thought that an advantage; it might serve to dissipate Evelyn's + romantic tendencies, and make her sensible of the pleasures of the London + life, the official rank, the gay society that her union with him would + offer as an equivalent for her fortune. In short, as was his wont, he + strove to make the best of the new turn affairs had taken. Though guardian + to Miss Cameron, and one of the trustees for the fortune she was to + receive on attaining her majority, he had not the right to dictate as to + her residence. The late lord's will had expressly and pointedly + corroborated the natural and lawful authority of Lady Vargrave in all + matters connected with Evelyn's education and home. It may be as well, in + this place, to add, that to Vargrave and the co-trustee, Mr. Gustavus + Douce, a banker of repute and eminence, the testator left large + discretionary powers as to the investment of the fortune. He had stated it + as his wish that from one hundred and twenty to one hundred and thirty + thousand pounds should be invested in the purchase of a landed estate; but + he had left it to the discretion of the trustees to increase that sum, + even to the amount of the whole capital, should an estate of adequate + importance be in the market, while the selection of time and purchase was + unreservedly confided to the trustees. Vargrave had hitherto objected to + every purchase in the market,—not that he was insensible to the + importance and consideration of landed property, but because, till he + himself became the legal receiver of the income, he thought it less + trouble to suffer the money to lie in the Funds, than to be pestered with + all the onerous details in the management of an estate that might never be + his. He, however, with no less ardour than his deceased relative, looked + forward to the time when the title of Vargrave should be based upon the + venerable foundation of feudal manors and seignorial acres. + </p> + <p> + "Why did you not tell me Lord Vargrave was so charming?" said Caroline to + Evelyn, as the two girls were sauntering, in familiar <i>tete-a-tete</i>, + along the gardens. "You will be very happy with such a companion." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn made no answer for a few moments, and then, turning abruptly round + to Caroline, and stopping short, she said, with a kind of tearful + eagerness, "Dear Caroline, you are so wise, so kind too; advise me, tell + me what is best. I am very unhappy." + </p> + <p> + Miss Merton was moved and surprised by Evelyn's earnestness. + </p> + <p> + "But what is it, my poor Evelyn," said she; "why are you unhappy?—you + whose fate seems to me so enviable." + </p> + <p> + "I cannot love Lord Vargrave; I recoil from the idea of marrying him. + Ought I not fairly to tell him so? Ought I not to say that I cannot fulfil + the wish that—oh, there's the thought which leaves me so irresolute!—His + uncle bequeathed to me—me who have no claim of relationship—the + fortune that should have been Lord Vargrave's, in the belief that my hand + would restore it to him. It is almost a fraud to refuse him. Am I not to + be pitied?" + </p> + <p> + "But why can you not love Lord Vargrave? If past the <i>premiere jeunesse</i>, + he is still handsome. He is more than handsome,—he has the air of + rank, an eye that fascinates, a smile that wins, the manners that please, + the abilities that command, the world! Handsome, clever, admired, + distinguished—what can woman desire more in her lover, her husband? + Have you ever formed some fancy, some ideal of the one you could love, and + how does Lord Vargrave fall short of the vision?" + </p> + <p> + "Have I ever formed an ideal?—oh, yes!" said Evelyn, with a + beautiful enthusiasm that lighted up her eyes, blushed in her cheek, and + heaved her bosom beneath its robe; "something that in loving I could also + revere,—a mind that would elevate my own; a heart that could + sympathize with my weakness, my follies, my romance, if you will; and in + which I could treasure my whole soul." + </p> + <p> + "You paint a schoolmaster, not a lover!" said Caroline. "You do not care, + then, whether this hero be handsome or young?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, he should be both," said Evelyn, innocently; "and yet," she + added, after a pause, and with an infantine playfulness of manner and + countenance, "I know you will laugh at me, but I think I could be in love + with more than one at the same time!" + </p> + <p> + "A common case, but a rare confession!" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; for if I might ask for the youth and outward advantages that please + the eye, I could also love with a yet deeper love that which would speak + to my imagination,—Intellect, Genius, Fame! Ah, these have an + immortal youth and imperishable beauty of their own!" + </p> + <p> + "You are a very strange girl." + </p> + <p> + "But we are on a very strange subject—it is all an enigma!" said + Evelyn, shaking her wise little head with a pretty gravity, half mock, + half real. "Ah, if Lord Vargrave should love you—and you—oh, + you <i>would</i> love him, and then I should be free, and so happy!" + </p> + <p> + They were then on the lawn in sight of the cottage windows, and Lumley, + lifting his eyes from the newspaper, which had just arrived and been + seized with all a politician's avidity, saw them in the distance. He threw + down the paper, mused a moment or two, then took up his hat and joined + them; but before he did so, he surveyed himself in the glass. "I think I + look young enough still," thought he. + </p> + <p> + "Two cherries on one stalk," said Lumley, gayly: "by the by, it is not a + complimentary simile. What young lady would be like a cherry?—such + an uninteresting, common, charity-boy sort of fruit. For my part, I always + associate cherries with the image of a young gentleman in corduroys and a + skeleton jacket, with one pocket full of marbles, and the other full of + worms for fishing, with three-halfpence in the left paw, and two cherries + on one stalk (Helena and Hermia) in the right." + </p> + <p> + "How droll you are!" said Caroline, laughing. + </p> + <p> + "Much obliged to you, and don't envy your discrimination, 'Melancholy + marks me for its own.' You ladies,—ah, yours is the life for gay + spirits and light hearts; to us are left business and politics, law, + physic, and murder, by way of professions; abuse, nicknamed fame; and the + privilege of seeing how universal a thing, among the great and the + wealthy, is that pleasant vice, beggary,—which privilege is proudly + entitled 'patronage and power.' Are we the things to be gay,—'droll,' + as you say? Oh, no, all our spirits are forced, believe me. Miss Cameron, + did you ever know that wretched species of hysterical affection called + 'forced spirits'? Never, I am sure; your ingenuous smile, your laughing + eyes, are the index to a happy and a sanguine heart." + </p> + <p> + "And what of me?" asked Caroline, quickly, and with a slight blush. + </p> + <p> + "You, Miss Merton? Ah, I have not yet read your character,—a fair + page, but an unknown letter. You, however, have seen the world, and know + that we must occasionally wear a mask." Lord Vargrave sighed as he spoke, + and relapsed into sudden silence; then looking up, his eyes encountered + Caroline's, which were fixed upon him. Their gaze flattered him; Caroline + turned away, and busied herself with a rose-bush. Lumley gathered one of + the flowers, and presented it to her. Evelyn was a few steps in advance. + </p> + <p> + "There is no thorn in this rose," said he; "may the offering be an omen. + You are now Evelyn's friend, oh, be mine; she is to be your guest. Do not + scorn to plead for me." + </p> + <p> + "Can <i>you</i> want a pleader?" said Caroline, with a slight tremor in + her voice. + </p> + <p> + "Charming Miss Merton, love is diffident and fearful; but it must now find + a voice, to which may Evelyn benignly listen. What I leave unsaid—would + that my new friend's eloquence could supply." + </p> + <p> + He bowed slightly, and joined Evelyn. Caroline understood the hint, and + returned alone and thoughtfully to the house. + </p> + <p> + "Miss Cameron—Evelyn—ah, still let me call you so, as in the + happy and more familiar days of your childhood, I wish you could read my + heart at this moment. You are about to leave your home; new scenes will + surround, new faces smile on you; dare I hope that I may still be + remembered?" + </p> + <p> + He attempted to take her hand as he spoke; Evelyn withdrew it gently. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, my lord," said she, in a very low voice, "if remembrance were all + that you asked of me—" + </p> + <p> + "It is all,—favourable remembrance, remembrance of the love of the + past, remembrance of the bond to come." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn shivered. "It is better to speak openly," said she. + </p> + <p> + "Let me throw myself on your generosity. I am not insensible to your + brilliant qualities, to the honour of your attachment; but—but—as + the time approaches in which you will call for my decision, let me now + say, that I cannot feel for you—those—those sentiments, + without which you could not desire our union,—without which it were + but a wrong to both of us to form it. Nay, listen to me. I grieve bitterly + at the tenor of your too generous uncle's will; can I not atone to you? + Willingly would I sacrifice the fortune that, indeed, ought to be yours; + accept it, and remain my friend." + </p> + <p> + "Cruel Evelyn! and can you suppose that it is your fortune I seek? It is + yourself. Heaven is my witness, that, had you no dowry but your hand and + heart, it were treasure enough to me. You think you cannot love me. + Evelyn, you do not yet know yourself. Alas! your retirement in this + distant village, my own unceasing avocations, which chain me, like a + slave, to the galley-oar of politics and power, have kept us separate. You + do not know me. I am willing to hazard the experiment of that knowledge. + To devote my life to you, to make you partaker of my ambition, my career, + to raise you to the highest eminence in the matronage of England, to + transfer pride from myself to you, to love and to honour and to prize you,—all + this will be my boast; and all this will win love for me at last. Fear + not, Evelyn,—fear not for your happiness; with me you shall know no + sorrow. Affection at home, splendour abroad, await you. I have passed the + rough and arduous part of my career; sunshine lies on the summit to which + I climb. No station in England is too high for me to aspire to,—prospects, + how bright with you, how dark without you! Ah, Evelyn! be this hand mine—the + heart shall follow!" + </p> + <p> + Vargrave's words were artful and eloquent; the words were calculated to + win their way, but the manner, the tone of voice, wanted earnestness and + truth. This was his defect; this characterized all his attempts to seduce + or to lead others, in public or in private life. He had no heart, no deep + passion, in what he undertook. He could impress you with the conviction of + his ability, and leave the conviction imperfect, because he could not + convince you that he was sincere. That best gift of mental power—<i>earnestness</i>—was + wanting to him; and Lord Vargrave's deficiency of heart was the true cause + why he was not a great man. Still, Evelyn was affected by his words; she + suffered the hand he now once more took to remain passively in his, and + said timidly, "Why, with sentiments so generous and confiding, why do you + love me, who cannot return your affection worthily? No, Lord Vargrave; + there are many who must see you with juster eyes than mine,—many + fairer, and even wealthier. Indeed, indeed, it cannot be. Do not be + offended, but think that the fortune left to me was on one condition I + cannot, ought not to fulfil. Failing that condition, in equity and honour + it reverts to you." + </p> + <p> + "Talk not thus, I implore you, Evelyn; do not imagine me the worldly + calculator that my enemies deem me. But, to remove at once from your mind + the possibility of such a compromise between your honour and repugnance—repugnance! + have I lived to say that word?—know that your fortune is not at your + own disposal. Save the small forfeit that awaits your non-compliance with + my uncle's dying prayer, the whole is settled peremptorily on yourself and + your children; it is entailed,—you cannot alienate it. Thus, then, + your generosity can never be evinced but to him on whom you bestow your + hand. Ah, let me recall that melancholy scene. Your benefactor on his + death-bed, your mother kneeling by his side, your hand clasped in mine, + and those lips, with their latest breath, uttering at once a blessing and + a command." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, cease, cease, my lord!" said Evelyn, sobbing. + </p> + <p> + "No; bid me not cease before you tell me you will be mine. Beloved Evelyn, + I may hope,—you will not resolve against me?" + </p> + <p> + "No," said Evelyn, raising her eyes and struggling for composure; "I feel + too well what should be my duty; I will endeavor to perform it. Ask me no + more now. I will struggle to answer you as you wish hereafter." + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave, resolved to push to the utmost the advantage he had gained, + was about to reply when he heard a step behind him; and turning round, + quickly and discomposed, beheld a venerable form approaching them. The + occasion was lost: Evelyn also turned; and seeing who was the intruder, + sprang towards him almost with a cry of joy. + </p> + <p> + The new comer was a man who had passed his seventieth year; but his old + age was green, his step light, and on his healthful and benignant + countenance time had left but few furrows. He was clothed in black; and + his locks, which were white as snow, escaped from the broad hat, and + almost touched his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + The old man smiled upon Evelyn, and kissed her forehead fondly. He then + turned to Lord Vargrave, who, recovering his customary self-possession, + advanced to meet him with extended hand. + </p> + <p> + "My dear Mr. Aubrey, this is a welcome surprise. I heard you were not at + the vicarage, or I would have called on you." + </p> + <p> + "Your lordship honours me," replied the curate. "For the first time for + thirty years I have been thus long absent from my cure; but I am now + returned, I hope, to end my days among my flock." + </p> + <p> + "And what," asked Vargrave,—"what—if the question be not + presumptuous—occasioned your unwilling absence?" + </p> + <p> + "My lord," replied the old man, with a gentle smile, "a new vicar has been + appointed. I went to him, to proffer an humble prayer that I might remain + amongst those whom I regarded as my children. I have buried one + generation, I have married another, I have baptized a third." + </p> + <p> + "You should have had the vicarage itself; you should be better provided + for, my dear Mr. Aubrey; I will speak to the Lord Chancellor." + </p> + <p> + Five times before had Lord Vargrave uttered the same promise, and the + curate smiled to hear the familiar words. + </p> + <p> + "The vicarage, my lord, is a family living, and is now vested in a young + man who requires wealth more than I do. He has been kind to me, and + re-established me among my flock; I would not leave them for a bishopric. + My child," continued the curate, addressing Evelyn with great affection, + "you are surely unwell,—you are paler than when I left you." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn clung fondly to his arm, and smiled—her old gay smile—as + she replied to him. They took the way towards the house. + </p> + <p> + The curate remained with them for an hour. There was a mingled sweetness + and dignity in his manner which had in it something of the primitive + character we poetically ascribe to the pastors of the Church. Lady + Vargrave seemed to vie with Evelyn which should love him the most. When he + retired to his home, which was not many yards distant from the cottage, + Evelyn, pleading a headache, sought her chamber, and Lumley, to soothe his + mortification, turned to Caroline, who had seated herself by his side. Her + conversation amused him, and her evident admiration flattered. While Lady + Vargrave absented herself, in motherly anxiety, to attend on Evelyn, while + Mrs. Leslie was occupied at her frame, and Mrs. Merton looked on, and + talked indolently to the old lady of rheumatism and sermons, of children's + complaints and servants' misdemeanours,—the conversation between + Lord Vargrave and Caroline, at first gay and animated, grew gradually more + sentimental and subdued; their voices took a lower tone, and Caroline + sometimes turned away her head and blushed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THERE stands the Messenger of Truth—there stands + The Legate of the skies.—COWPER. +</pre> + <p> + FROM that night Lumley found no opportunity for private conversation with + Evelyn; she evidently shunned to meet with him alone. She was ever with + her mother or Mrs. Leslie or the good curate, who spent much of his time + at the cottage; for the old man had neither wife nor children, he was + alone at home, he had learned to make his home with the widow and her + daughter. With them he was an object of the tenderest affection, of the + deepest veneration. Their love delighted him, and he returned it with the + fondness of a parent and the benevolence of a pastor. He was a rare + character, that village priest! + </p> + <p> + Born of humble parentage, Edward Aubrey had early displayed abilities + which attracted the notice of a wealthy proprietor, who was not displeased + to affect the patron. Young Aubrey was sent to school, and thence to + college as a sizar: he obtained several prizes, and took a high degree. + Aubrey was not without the ambition and the passions of youth: he went + into the world, ardent, inexperienced, and without a guide. He drew back + before errors grew into crimes, or folly became a habit. It was nature and + affection that reclaimed and saved him from either alternative,—fame + or ruin. His widowed mother was suddenly stricken with disease. Blind and + bedridden, her whole dependence was on her only son. This affliction + called forth a new character in Edward Aubrey. This mother had stripped + herself of so many comforts to provide for him,—he devoted his youth + to her in return. She was now old and imbecile. With the mingled + selfishness and sentiment of age, she would not come to London,—she + would not move from the village where her husband lay buried, where her + youth had been spent. In this village the able and ambitious young man + buried his hopes and his talents; by degrees the quiet and tranquillity of + the country life became dear to him. As steps in a ladder, so piety leads + to piety, and religion grew to him a habit. He took orders and entered the + Church. A disappointment in love ensued; it left on his mind and heart a + sober and resigned melancholy, which at length mellowed into content. His + profession and its sweet duties became more and more dear to him; in the + hopes of the next world he forgot the ambition of the present. He did not + seek to shine,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "More skilled to raise the wretched than to rise." +</pre> + <p> + His own birth made the poor his brothers, and their dispositions and wants + familiar to him. His own early errors made him tolerant to the faults of + others,—few men are charitable who remember not that they have + sinned. In our faults lie the germs of virtues. Thus gradually and + serenely had worn away his life—obscure but useful, calm but active,—a + man whom "the great prizes" of the Church might have rendered an ambitious + schemer, to whom a modest confidence gave the true pastoral power,—to + conquer the world within himself, and to sympathize with the wants of + others. Yes, he was a rare character, that village priest! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + TOUT notre raisonnement se reduit a ceder au sentiment.*—PASCAL. + + * "All our reasoning reduces itself to yielding to sentiment." +</pre> + <p> + LORD VARGRAVE, who had no desire to remain alone with the widow when the + guests were gone, arranged his departure for the same day as that fixed + for Mrs. Merton's; and as their road lay together for several miles, it + was settled that they should all dine at——-, whence Lord + Vargrave would proceed to London. Failing to procure a second + chance-interview with Evelyn, and afraid to demand a formal one—for + he felt the insecurity of the ground he stood on—Lord Vargrave, + irritated and somewhat mortified, sought, as was his habit, whatever + amusement was in his reach. In the conversation of Caroline Merton—shrewd, + worldly, and ambitious—he found the sort of plaything that he + desired. They were thrown much together; but to Vargrave, at least, there + appeared no danger in the intercourse; and perhaps his chief object was to + pique Evelyn, as well as to gratify his own spleen. + </p> + <p> + It was the evening before Evelyn's departure; the little party had been + for the last hour dispersed; Mrs. Merton was in her own room, making to + herself gratuitous and unnecessary occupation in seeing her woman <i>pack + up</i>. It was just the kind of task that delighted her. To sit in a large + chair and see somebody else at work—to say languidly, "Don't crumple + that scarf, Jane; and where shall we put Miss Caroline's blue bonnet?"—gave + her a very comfortable notion of her own importance and habits of + business,—a sort of title to be the superintendent of a family and + the wife of a rector. Caroline had disappeared, so had Lord Vargrave; but + the first was supposed to be with Evelyn, the second, employed in writing + letters,—at least, it was so when they had been last observed. Mrs. + Leslie was alone in the drawing-room, and absorbed in anxious and + benevolent thoughts on the critical situation of her young favourite, + about to enter an age and a world the perils of which Mrs. Leslie had not + forgotten. + </p> + <p> + It was at this time that Evelyn, forgetful of Lord Vargrave and his suit, + of every one, of everything but the grief of the approaching departure, + found herself alone in a little arbour that had been built upon the cliff + to command the view of the sea below. That day she had been restless, + perturbed; she had visited every spot consecrated by youthful + recollections; she had clung with fond regret to every place in which she + had held sweet converse with her mother. Of a disposition singularly warm + and affectionate, she had often, in her secret heart, pined for a more + yearning and enthusiastic love than it seemed in the subdued nature of + Lady Vargrave to bestow. In the affection of the latter, gentle and never + fluctuating as it was, there seemed to her a something wanting, which she + could not define. She had watched that beloved face all the morning. She + had hoped to see the tender eyes fixed upon her, and hear the meek voice + exclaim, "I cannot part with my child!" All the gay pictures which the + light-hearted Caroline drew of the scenes she was to enter had vanished + away—now that the hour approached when her mother was to be left + alone. Why was she to go? It seemed to her an unnecessary cruelty. + </p> + <p> + As she thus sat, she did not observe that Mr. Aubrey, who had seen her at + a distance, was now bending his way to her; and not till he had entered + the arbour, and taken her hand, did she waken from those reveries in which + youth, the Dreamer and the Desirer, so morbidly indulges. + </p> + <p> + "Tears, my child?" said the curate. "Nay, be not ashamed of them; they + become you in this hour. How we shall miss you! and you, too, will not + forget us?" + </p> + <p> + "Forget you! Ah, no, indeed! But why should I leave you? Why will you not + speak to my mother, implore her to let me remain? We were so happy till + these strangers came. We did not think there was any other world,—<i>here</i> + there is world enough for me!" + </p> + <p> + "My poor Evelyn," said Mr. Aubrey, gently, "I have spoken to your mother + and to Mrs. Leslie; they have confided to me all the reasons for your + departure, and I cannot but subscribe to their justice. You do not want + many months of the age when you will be called upon to decide whether Lord + Vargrave shall be your husband. Your mother shrinks from the + responsibility of influencing your decision; and here, my child, + inexperienced, and having seen so little of others, how can you know your + own heart?" + </p> + <p> + "But, oh, Mr. Aubrey," said Evelyn, with an earnestness that overcame + embarrassment, "have I a choice left to me? Can I be ungrateful, + disobedient to him who was a father to me? Ought I not to sacrifice my own + happiness? And how willingly would I do so, if my mother would smile on me + approvingly!" + </p> + <p> + "My child," said the curate, gravely, "an old man is a bad judge of the + affairs of youth; yet in this matter, I think your duty plain. Do not + resolutely set yourself against Lord Vargrave's claim; do not persuade + yourself that you must be unhappy in a union with him. Compose your mind, + think seriously upon the choice before you, refuse all decision at the + present moment; wait until the appointed time arrives, or, at least, more + nearly approaches. Meanwhile, I understand that Lord Vargrave is to be a + frequent visitor at Mrs. Merton's; there you will see him with others, his + character will show itself. Study his principles, his disposition; examine + whether he is one whom you can esteem and render happy: there may be a + love without enthusiasm, and yet sufficient for domestic felicity, and for + the employment of the affections. You will insensibly, too, learn from + other parts of his character which he does not exhibit to us. If the + result of time and examination be that you can cheerfully obey the late + lord's dying wish, unquestionably it will be the happier decision. If not, + if you still shrink from vows at which your heart now rebels, as + unquestionably you may, with an acquitted conscience, become free. The + best of us are imperfect judges of the happiness of others. In the woe or + weal of a whole life, we must decide for ourselves. Your benefactor could + not mean you to be wretched; and if he now, with eyes purified from all + worldly mists, look down upon you, his spirit will approve your choice; + for when we quit the world, all worldly ambition dies with us. What now to + the immortal soul can be the title and the rank which on earth, with the + desires of earth, your benefactor hoped to secure to his adopted child? + This is my advice. Look on the bright side of things, and wait calmly for + the hour when Lord Vargrave can demand your decision." + </p> + <p> + The words of the priest, which well defined her duty, inexpressibly + soothed and comforted Evelyn; and the advice upon other and higher + matters, which the good man pressed upon a mind so softened at that hour + to receive religious impressions, was received with gratitude and respect. + Subsequently their conversation fell upon Lady Vargrave,—a theme + dear to both of them. The old man was greatly touched by the poor girl's + unselfish anxiety for her mother's comfort, by her fears that she might be + missed, in those little attentions which filial love alone can render; he + was almost yet more touched when, with a less disinterested feeling, + Evelyn added mournfully,— + </p> + <p> + "Yet why, after all, should I fancy she will so miss me? Ah, though I will + not <i>dare</i> complain of it, I feel still that she does not love me as + I love her." + </p> + <p> + "Evelyn," said the curate, with mild reproach, "have I not said that your + mother has known sorrow? And though sorrow does not annihilate affection, + it subdues its expression, and moderates its outward signs." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn sighed, and said no more. + </p> + <p> + As the good old man and his young friend returned to the cottage, Lord + Vargrave and Caroline approached them, emerging from an opposite part of + the grounds. The former hastened to Evelyn with his usual gayety and frank + address; and there was so much charm in the manner of a man, whom <i>apparently</i> + the world and its cares had never rendered artificial or reserved, that + the curate himself was impressed by it. He thought that Evelyn might be + happy with one amiable enough for a companion and wise enough for a guide. + But old as he was, he had loved, and he knew that there are instincts in + the heart which defy all our calculations. + </p> + <p> + While Lumley was conversing, the little gate that made the communication + between the gardens and the neighbouring churchyard, through which was the + nearest access to the village, creaked on its hinges, and the quiet and + solitary figure of Lady Vargrave threw its shadow over the grass. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + AND I can listen to thee yet, + Can lie upon the plain; + And listen till I do beget + That golden time again.—WORDSWORTH. +</pre> + <p> + IT was past midnight—hostess and guests had retired to repose—when + Lady Vargrave's door opened gently. The lady herself was kneeling at the + foot of the bed; the moonlight came through the half-drawn curtains of the + casement, and by its ray her pale, calm features looked paler, and yet + more hushed. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn, for she was the intruder, paused at the threshold till her mother + rose from her devotions, and then she threw herself on Lady Vargrave's + breast, sobbing as if her heart would break. Hers were the wild, generous, + irresistible emotions of youth. Lady Vargrave, perhaps, had known them + once; at least, she could sympathize with them now. + </p> + <p> + She strained her child to her bosom; she stroked back her hair, and kissed + her fondly, and spoke to her soothingly. + </p> + <p> + "Mother," sobbed Evelyn, "I could not sleep, I could not rest. Bless me + again, kiss me again; tell me that you love me—you cannot love me as + I do you; but tell me that I am dear to you; tell me you will regret me, + but not too much; tell me—" Here Evelyn paused, and could say no + more. + </p> + <p> + "My best, my kindest Evelyn," said Lady Vargrave, "there is nothing on + earth I love like you. Do not fancy I am ungrateful." + </p> + <p> + "Why do you say ungrateful?—your own child,—your only child!" + And Evelyn covered her mother's face and hands with passionate tears and + kisses. + </p> + <p> + At that moment, certain it is that Lady Vargrave's heart reproached her + with not having, indeed, loved this sweet girl as she deserved. True, no + mother was more mild, more attentive, more fostering, more anxious for a + daughter's welfare; but Evelyn was right. The gushing fondness, the + mysterious entering into every subtle thought and feeling, which should + have characterized the love of such a mother to such a child, had been to + outward appearance wanting. Even in this present parting there had been a + prudence, an exercise of reasoning, that savoured more of duty than love. + Lady Vargrave felt all this with remorse; she gave way to emotions new to + her,—at least to exhibit; she wept with Evelyn, and returned her + caresses with almost equal fervour. Perhaps, too, she thought at that + moment of what love that warm nature was susceptible; and she trembled for + her future fate. It was as a full reconciliation—that mournful hour—between + feelings on either side, which something mysterious seemed to have checked + before; and that last night the mother and the child did not separate,—the + same couch contained them: and when, worn out with some emotions which she + could not reveal, Lady Vargrave fell into the sleep of exhaustion, + Evelyn's arm was round her, and Evelyn's eyes watched her with pious and + anxious love as the gray morning dawned. + </p> + <p> + She left her mother still sleeping, when the sun rose, and went silently + down into the dear room below, and again busied herself in a thousand + little provident cares, which she wondered she had forgot before. + </p> + <p> + The carriages were at the door before the party had assembled at the + melancholy breakfast-table. Lord Vargrave was the last to appear. + </p> + <p> + "I have been like all cowards," said he, seating himself,—"anxious + to defer an evil as long as possible; a bad policy, for it increases the + worst of all pains,—that of suspense." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton had undertaken the duties that appertain to the "hissing urn." + "You prefer coffee, Lord Vargrave? Caroline, my dear—" + </p> + <p> + Caroline passed the cup to Lord Vargrave, who looked at her hand as he + took it—there was a ring on one of those slender fingers never + observed there before. Their eyes met, and Caroline coloured. Lord + Vargrave turned to Evelyn, who, pale as death, but tearless and + speechless, sat beside her mother; he attempted in vain to draw her into + conversation. Evelyn, who desired to restrain her feelings, would not + trust herself to speak. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton, ever undisturbed and placid, continued to talk on: to offer + congratulations on the weather,—it was such a lovely day; and they + should be off so early; it would be so well arranged,—they should be + in such good time to dine at——-, and then go three stages + after dinner; the moon would be up. + </p> + <p> + "But," said Lord Vargrave, "as I am to go with you as far as——-, + where our roads separate, I hope I am not condemned to go alone, with my + red box, two old newspapers, and the blue devils. Have pity on me." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you will take Grandmamma, then?" whispered Caroline, archly. + </p> + <p> + Lumley shrugged his shoulders, and replied in the same tone,— + </p> + <p> + "Yes,—provided you keep to the proverb, 'Les extremes se touchent,' + and the lovely grandchild accompany the venerable grandmamma." + </p> + <p> + "What would Evelyn say?" retorted Caroline. + </p> + <p> + Lumley sighed, and made no answer. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton, who had hung fire while her daughter was carrying on this + "aside," now put in,— + </p> + <p> + "Suppose I and Caroline take your <i>britzka</i>, and you go in our old + coach with Evelyn and Mrs. Leslie?" + </p> + <p> + Lumley looked delightedly at the speaker, and then glanced at Evelyn; but + Mrs. Leslie said very gravely, "No, <i>we</i> shall feel too much in + leaving this dear place to be gay companions for Lord Vargrave. We shall + all meet at dinner; or," she added, after a pause, "if this be uncourteous + to Lord Vargrave, suppose Evelyn and myself take his carriage and, he + accompanies you?" + </p> + <p> + "Agreed," said Mrs. Merton, quietly; "and now I will just go and see about + the strawberry-plants and slips—it was so kind in you, dear Lady + Vargrave, to think of them." + </p> + <p> + An hour had elapsed, and Evelyn was gone! She had left her maiden home, + she had wept her last farewell on her mother's bosom, the sound of the + carriage-wheels had died away; but still Lady Vargrave lingered on the + threshold, still she gazed on the spot where the last glimpse of Evelyn + had been caught. A sense of dreariness and solitude passed into her soul: + the very sunlight, the spring, the songs of the birds, made loneliness + more desolate. + </p> + <p> + Mechanically, at last, she moved away, and with slow steps and downcast + eyes passed through the favourite walk that led into the quiet + burial-ground. The gate closed upon her, and now the lawn, the gardens, + the haunts of Evelyn, were solitary as the desert itself; but the daisy + opened to the sun, and the bee murmured along the blossoms, not the less + blithely for the absence of all human life. In the bosom of Nature there + beats no heart for man! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "The hour arrived—years having rolled away + When his return the Gods no more delay. + Lo! Ithaca the Fates award; and there + New trials meet the Wanderer." + HOMER: <i>Od.</i> lib. i, 16. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THERE is continual spring and harvest here— + Continual, both meeting at one time; + For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, + And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime; + And eke at once the heavy trees they climb, + Which seem to labour under their fruit's load. + + SPENSER: <i>The Garden of Adonis</i>. + + Vis boni + In ipsa inesset forma.*—TERENCE. + + * "Even in beauty there exists the power of virtue." +</pre> + <p> + BEAUTY, thou art twice blessed; thou blessest the gazer and the possessor; + often at once the effect and the cause of goodness! A sweet disposition, a + lovely soul, an affectionate nature, will speak in the eyes, the lips, the + brow, and become the cause of beauty. On the other hand, they who have a + gift that commands love, a key that opens all hearts, are ordinarily + inclined to look with happy eyes upon the world,—to be cheerful and + serene, to hope and to confide. There is more wisdom than the vulgar dream + of in our admiration of a fair face. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn Cameron was beautiful,—a beauty that came from the heart, and + went to the heart; a beauty, the very spirit of which was love! Love + smiled on her dimpled lips, it reposed on her open brow, it played in the + profuse and careless ringlets of darkest yet sunniest auburn, which a + breeze could lift from her delicate and virgin cheek; Love, in all its + tenderness, in all its kindness, its unsuspecting truth,—Love + coloured every thought, murmured in her low melodious voice, in all its + symmetry and glorious womanhood. Love swelled the swan-like neck, and + moulded the rounded limb. + </p> + <p> + She was just the kind of person that takes the judgment by storm: whether + gay or grave, there was so charming and irresistible a grace about her. + She seemed born, not only to captivate the giddy, but to turn the heads of + the sage. Roxalana was nothing to her. How, in the obscure hamlet of + Brook-Green, she had learned all the arts of pleasing it is impossible to + say. In her arch smile, the pretty toss of her head, the half shyness, + half freedom, of her winning ways, it was as if Nature had made her to + delight one heart, and torment all others. + </p> + <p> + Without being learned, the mind of Evelyn was cultivated and well + informed. Her heart, perhaps, helped to instruct her understanding; for by + a kind of intuition she could appreciate all that was beautiful and + elevated. Her unvitiated and guileless taste had a logic of its own: no + schoolman had ever a quicker penetration into truth, no critic ever more + readily detected the meretricious and the false. The book that Evelyn + could admire was sure to be stamped with the impress of the noble, the + lovely, or the true! + </p> + <p> + But Evelyn had faults,—the faults of her age; or, rather, she had + tendencies that might conduce to error. She was of so generous a nature + that the very thought of sacrificing her self for another had a charm. She + ever acted from impulse,—impulses pure and good, but often rash and + imprudent. She was yielding to weakness, persuaded into anything, so + sensitive, that even a cold look from one moderately liked cut her to the + heart; and by the sympathy that accompanies sensitiveness, no pain to her + was so great as the thought of giving pain to another. Hence it was that + Vargrave might form reasonable hopes of his ultimate success. It was a + dangerous constitution for happiness! How many chances must combine to + preserve to the mid-day of characters like this the sunshine of their + dawn! The butterfly that seems the child of the summer and the flowers—what + wind will not chill its mirth, what touch will not brush away its hues? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THESE, on a general survey, are the modes + Of pulpit oratory which agree + With no unlettered audience.—POLWHELE. +</pre> + <p> + MRS. LESLIE had returned from her visit to the rectory to her own home, + and Evelyn had now been some weeks at Mrs. Merton's. As was natural, she + had grown in some measure reconciled and resigned to her change of abode. + In fact, no sooner did she pass Mrs. Merton's threshold, than, for the + first time, she was made aware of her consequence in life. + </p> + <p> + The Rev. Mr. Merton was a man of the nicest perception in all things + appertaining to worldly consideration. The second son of a very wealthy + baronet (who was the first commoner of his county) and of the daughter of + a rich and highly-descended peer, Mr. Merton had been brought near enough + to rank and power to appreciate all their advantages. In early life he had + been something of a "tuft-hunter;" but as his understanding was good and + his passions not very strong, he had soon perceived that that vessel of + clay, a young man with a moderate fortune, cannot long sail down the same + stream with the metal vessels of rich earls and extravagant dandies. + Besides, he was destined for the Church—because there was one of the + finest livings in England in the family. He therefore took orders at six + and twenty; married Mrs. Leslie's daughter, who had thirty thousand + pounds: and settled at the rectory of Merton, within a mile of the family + seat. He became a very respectable and extremely popular man. He was + singularly hospitable, and built a new wing—containing a large + dining-room and six capital bed-rooms—to the rectory, which had now + much more the appearance of a country villa than a country parsonage. His + brother, succeeding to the estates, and residing chiefly in the + neighbourhood, became, like his father before him, member for the county, + and was one of the country gentlemen most looked up to in the House of + Commons. A sensible and frequent, though uncommonly prosy speaker, + singularly independent (for he had a clear fourteen thousand pounds a + year, and did not desire office), and valuing himself on not being a party + man, so that his vote on critical questions was often a matter of great + doubt, and, therefore, of great moment, Sir John Merton gave considerable + importance to the Rev. Charles Merton. The latter kept up all the more + select of his old London acquaintances; and few country houses, at certain + seasons of the year, were filled more aristocratically than the pleasant + rectory-house. Mr. Merton, indeed, contrived to make the Hall a reservoir + for the parsonage, and periodically drafted off the <i>elite</i> of the + visitors at the former to spend a few days at the latter. This was the + more easily done, as his brother was a widower, and his conversation was + all of one sort,—the state of the nation and the agricultural + interest. Mr. Merton was upon very friendly terms with his brother, looked + after the property in the absence of Sir John, kept up the family + interest, was an excellent electioneerer, a good speaker at a pinch, an + able magistrate,—a man, in short, most useful in the county; on the + whole, he was more popular than his brother, and almost as much looked up + to—perhaps, because he was much less ostentatious. He had very good + taste, had the Rev. Charles Merton!—his table plentiful, but plain—his + manners affable to the low, though agreeably sycophantic to the high; and + there was nothing about him that ever wounded self-love. To add to the + attractions of his house, his wife, simple and good-tempered, could talk + with anybody, take off the bores, and leave people to be comfortable in + their own way: while he had a large family of fine children of all ages, + that had long given easy and constant excuse under the name of "little + children's parties," for getting up an impromptu dance or a gypsy dinner,—enlivening + the neighbourhood, in short. Caroline was the eldest; then came a son, + attached to a foreign ministry, and another, who, though only nineteen, + was a private secretary to one of our Indian satraps. The acquaintance of + these young gentlemen, thus engaged, it was therefore Evelyn's misfortune + to lose the advantage of cultivating,—a loss which both Mr. and Mrs. + Merton assured her was very much to be regretted. But to make up to her + for such a privation there were two lovely little girls, one ten, and the + other seven years old, who fell in love with Evelyn at first sight. + Caroline was one of the beauties of the county, clever and conversable, + "drew young men," and set the fashion to young ladies, especially when she + returned from spending the season with Lady Elizabeth. + </p> + <p> + It was a delightful family! + </p> + <p> + In person, Mr. Merton was of the middle height; fair, and inclined to + stoutness, with small features, beautiful teeth, and great suavity of + address. Mindful still of the time when he had been "about town," he was + very particular in his dress: his black coat, neatly relieved in the + evening by a white underwaistcoat, and a shirt-front admirably plaited, + with plain studs of dark enamel, his well-cut trousers, and elaborately + polished shoes—he was good-humouredly vain of his feet and hands—won + for him the common praise of the dandies (who occasionally honoured him + with a visit to shoot his game, and flirt with his daughter), "That old + Merton was a most gentlemanlike fellow—so d——-d neat for + a parson!" + </p> + <p> + Such, mentally, morally, and physically, was the Rev. Charles Merton, + rector of Merton, brother of Sir John, and possessor of an income that, + what with his rich living, his wife's fortune, and his own, which was not + inconsiderable, amounted to between four and five thousand pounds a year, + which income, managed with judgment as well as liberality, could not fail + to secure to him all the good things of this world,—the respect of + his friends amongst the rest. Caroline was right when she told Evelyn that + her papa was very different from a mere country parson. + </p> + <p> + Now this gentleman could not fail to see all the claims that Evelyn might + fairly advance upon the esteem, nay, the veneration of himself and family: + a young beauty, with a fortune of about a quarter of a million, was a + phenomenon that might fairly be called celestial. Her pretensions were + enhanced by her engagement to Lord Vargrave,—an engagement which + might be broken; so that, as he interpreted it, the <i>worst</i> that + could happen to the young lady was to marry an able and rising Minister of + State,—a peer of the realm; but she was perfectly free to marry a + still greater man, if she could find him; and who knows but what perhaps + the <i>attache</i>, if he could get leave of absence? Mr. Merton was too + sensible to pursue that thought further for the present. + </p> + <p> + The good man was greatly shocked at the too familiar manner in which Mrs. + Merton spoke to this high-fated heiress, at Evelyn's travelling so far + without her own maid, at her very primitive wardrobe—poor, ill-used + child! Mr. Merton was a connoisseur in ladies' dress. It was quite painful + to see that the unfortunate girl had been so neglected. Lady Vargrave must + be a very strange person. He inquired compassionately whether she was + allowed any pocket money; and finding, to his relief, that in that respect + Miss Cameron was munificently supplied, he suggested that a proper abigail + should be immediately engaged; that proper orders to Madame Devy should be + immediately transmitted to London, with one of Evelyn's dresses, as a + pattern for nothing but length and breadth. He almost stamped with + vexation when he heard that Evelyn had been placed in one of the neat + little rooms generally appropriated to young lady visitors. + </p> + <p> + "She is quite contented, my dear Mr. Merton; she is so simple; she has not + been brought up in the style you think for." + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Merton," said the rector, with great solemnity, "Miss Cameron may + know no better now; but what will she think of us hereafter? It is my + maxim to recollect what people will be, and show them that respect which + may leave pleasing impressions when they have it in their power to show us + civility in return." + </p> + <p> + With many apologies, which quite overwhelmed poor Evelyn, she was + transferred from the little chamber, with its French bed and + bamboo-coloured washhand-stand, to an apartment with a buhl wardrobe and a + four-post bed with green silk curtains, usually appropriated to the + regular Christmas visitant, the Dowager Countess of Chipperton. A pretty + morning room communicated with the sleeping apartment, and thence a + private staircase conducted into the gardens. The whole family were duly + impressed and re-impressed with her importance. No queen could be made + more of. Evelyn mistook it all for pure kindness, and returned the + hospitality with an affection that extended to the whole family, but + particularly to the two little girls, and a beautiful black spaniel. Her + dresses came down from London; her abigail arrived; the buhl wardrobe was + duly filled,—and Evelyn at last learned that it is a fine thing to + be rich. An account of all these proceedings was forwarded to Lady + Vargrave, in a long and most complacent letter, by the rector himself. The + answer was short, but it contented the excellent clergyman; for it + approved of all he had done, and begged that Miss Cameron might have + everything that seemed proper to her station. + </p> + <p> + By the same post came two letters to Evelyn herself,—one from Lady + Vargrave, one from the curate. They transported her from the fine room and + the buhl wardrobe to the cottage and the lawn; and the fine abigail, when + she came to dress her young lady's hair, found her weeping. + </p> + <p> + It was a matter of great regret to the rector that it was that time of + year when—precisely because the country is most beautiful—every + one worth knowing is in town. Still, however, some stray guests found + their way to the rectory for a day or two, and still there were some + aristocratic old families in the neighbourhood, who never went up to + London: so that two days in the week the rector's wine flowed, the + whist-tables were set out, and the piano called into requisition. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn—the object of universal attention and admiration—was + put at her ease by her station itself; for good manners come like an + instinct to those on whom the world smiles. Insensibly she acquired + self-possession and the smoothness of society; and if her child-like + playfulness broke out from all conventional restraint, it only made more + charming and brilliant the great heiress, whose delicate and fairy cast of + beauty so well became her graceful <i>abandon</i> of manner, and who + looked so unequivocally ladylike to the eyes that rested on Madame Devy's + blondes and satins. + </p> + <p> + Caroline was not so gay as she had been at the cottage. Something seemed + to weigh upon her spirits: she was often moody and thoughtful. She was the + only one in the family not good-tempered; and her peevish replies to her + parents, when no visitor imposed a check on the family circle, + inconceivably pained Evelyn, and greatly contrasted the flow of spirits + which distinguished her when she found somebody worth listening to. Still + Evelyn—who, where she once liked, found it difficult to withdraw + regard—sought to overlook Caroline's blemishes, and to persuade + herself of a thousand good qualities below the surface; and her generous + nature found constant opportunity of venting itself in costly gifts, + selected from the London parcels, with which the officious Mr. Merton + relieved the monotony of the rectory. These gifts Caroline could not + refuse without paining her young friend. She took them reluctantly, for, + to do her justice, Caroline, though ambitious, was not mean. + </p> + <p> + Thus time passed in the rectory, in gay variety and constant + entertainment; and all things combined to spoil the heiress, if, indeed, + goodness ever is spoiled by kindness and prosperity. Is it to the frost or + to the sunshine that the flower opens its petals, or the fruit ripens from + the blossom? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Rod</i>. How sweet these solitary places are! + + ...... + + <i>Ped</i>. What strange musick + Was that we heard afar off? + + <i>Curio</i>. We've told you what he is, what time we've sought him, + His nature and his name. + + BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. <i>The Pilgrim</i>. +</pre> + <p> + ONE day, as the ladies were seated in Mrs. Merton's morning-room, Evelyn, + who had been stationed by the window hearing the little Cecilia go through + the French verbs, and had just finished that agreeable task, exclaimed,— + </p> + <p> + "Do tell me to whom that old house belongs, with the picturesque gable-end + and Gothic turrets, there, just peeping through the trees,—I have + always forgot to ask you." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, my dear Miss Cameron," said Mrs. Merton, "that is Burleigh; have you + not been there? How stupid in Caroline not to show it to you! It is one of + the lions of the place. It belongs to a man you have often heard of,—Mr. + Maltravers." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" cried Evelyn; and she gazed with new interest on the gray + melancholy pile, as the sunshine brought it into strong contrast with the + dark pines around it. "And Mr. Maltravers himself—?" + </p> + <p> + "Is still abroad, I believe; though I did hear the other day that he was + shortly expected at Burleigh. It is a curious old place, though much + neglected. I believe, indeed, it has not been furnished since the time of + Charles the First. (Cissy, my love, don't stoop so.) Very gloomy, in my + opinion; and not any fine room in the house, except the library, which was + once a chapel. However, people come miles to see it." + </p> + <p> + "Will you go there to-day?" said Caroline, languidly; "it is a very + pleasant walk through the glebe-land and the wood,—not above half a + mile by the foot-path." + </p> + <p> + "I should like it so much." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Mrs. Merton, "and you had better go before he returns,—he + is so strange. He does not allow it to be seen when he is down. But, + indeed, he has only been once at the old place since he was of age. + (Sophy, you will tear Miss Cameron's scarf to pieces; do be quiet, child.) + That was before he was a great man; he was then very odd, saw no society, + only dined once with us, though Mr. Merton paid him every attention. They + show the room in which he wrote his books." + </p> + <p> + "I remember him very well, though I was then but a child," said Caroline,—"a + handsome, thoughtful face." + </p> + <p> + "Did you think so, my dear? Fine eyes and teeth, certainly, and a + commanding figure, but nothing more." + </p> + <p> + "Well," said Caroline, "if you like to go, Evelyn, I am at your service." + </p> + <p> + "And—I—Evy, dear—I—may go," said Cecilia, clinging + to Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "And me, too," lisped Sophia, the youngest hope,—"there's such a + pretty peacock." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, they may go, Mrs. Merton, we'll take such care of them." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, my dear; Miss Cameron quite spoils you." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn tripped away to put on her bonnet, and the children ran after her, + clapping their hands,—they could not bear to lose sight of her for a + moment. + </p> + <p> + "Caroline," said Mrs. Merton, affectionately, "are you not well? You have + seemed pale lately, and not in your usual spirits." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, I'm well enough," answered Caroline, rather peevishly; "but this + place is so dull now; very provoking that Lady Elizabeth does not go to + London this year." + </p> + <p> + "My dear, it will be gayer, I hope, in July, when the races at Knaresdean + begin; and Lord Vargrave has promised to come." + </p> + <p> + "Has Lord Vargrave written to you lately?" + </p> + <p> + "No, my dear." + </p> + <p> + "Very odd." + </p> + <p> + "Does Evelyn ever talk of him?" + </p> + <p> + "Not much," said Caroline, rising and quitting the room. + </p> + <p> + It was a most cheerful exhilarating day,—the close of sweet May; the + hedges were white with blossoms; a light breeze rustled the young leaves; + the butterflies had ventured forth, and the children chased them over the + grass, as Evelyn and Caroline, who walked much too slow for her companion + (Evelyn longed to run), followed them soberly towards Burleigh. + </p> + <p> + They passed the glebe-fields; and a little bridge, thrown over a brawling + rivulet, conducted them into a wood. + </p> + <p> + "This stream," said Caroline, "forms the boundary between my uncle's + estates and those of Mr. Maltravers. It must be very unpleasant to so + proud a man as Mr. Maltravers is said to be, to have the land of another + proprietor so near his house. He could hear my uncle's gun from his very + drawing-room. However, Sir John takes care not to molest him. On the other + side, the Burleigh estates extend for some miles; indeed, Mr. Maltravers + is the next great proprietor to my uncle in this part of the county. Very + strange that he does not marry! There, now you can see the house." + </p> + <p> + The mansion lay somewhat low, with hanging woods in the rear: and the + old-fashioned fish-ponds gleaming in the sunshine and overshadowed by + gigantic trees increased the venerable stillness of its aspect. Ivy and + innumerable creepers covered one side of the house; and long weeds + cumbered the deserted road. + </p> + <p> + "It is sadly neglected," said Caroline; "and was so, even in the last + owner's life. Mr. Maltravers inherits the place from his mother's uncle. + We may as well enter the house by the private way. The front entrance is + kept locked up." + </p> + <p> + Winding by a path that conducted into a flower-garden, divided from the + park by a ha-ha, over which a plank and a small gate, rusting off its + hinges, were placed, Caroline led the way towards the building. At this + point of view it presented a large bay window that by a flight of four + steps led into the garden. On one side rose a square, narrow turret, + surmounted by a gilt dome and quaint weathercock, below the architrave of + which was a sun-dial, set in the stonework; and another dial stood in the + garden, with the common and beautiful motto,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Non numero horas, nisi serenas!"* + + * "I number not the hours, unless sunny." +</pre> + <p> + On the other side of the bay window a huge buttress cast its mass of + shadow. There was something in the appearance of the whole place that + invited to contemplation and repose,—something almost monastic. The + gayety of the teeming spring-time could not divest the spot of a certain + sadness, not displeasing, however, whether to the young, to whom there is + a luxury in the vague sentiment of melancholy, or to those who, having + known real griefs, seek for an anodyne in meditation and memory. The low + lead-coloured door, set deep in the turret, was locked, and the bell + beside it broken. Caroline turned impatiently away. "We must go round to + the other side," said she, "and try to make the deaf old man hear us." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Carry!" cried Cecilia, "the great window is open;" and she ran up the + steps. + </p> + <p> + "That is lucky," said Caroline; and the rest followed Cecilia. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn now stood within the library of which Mrs. Merton had spoken. It + was a large room, about fifty feet in length, and proportionably wide; + somewhat dark, for the light came only from the one large window through + which they entered; and though the window rose to the cornice of the + ceiling, and took up one side of the apartment, the daylight was subdued + by the heaviness of the stonework in which the narrow panes were set, and + by the glass stained with armorial bearings in the upper part of the + casement. The bookcases, too, were of the dark oak which so much absorbs + the light; and the gilding, formerly meant to relieve them, was + discoloured by time. + </p> + <p> + The room was almost disproportionably lofty; the ceiling, elaborately + coved, and richly carved with grotesque masks, preserved the Gothic + character of the age in which it had been devoted to a religious purpose. + Two fireplaces, with high chimney-pieces of oak, in which were inserted + two portraits, broke the symmetry of the tall bookcases. In one of these + fireplaces were half-burnt logs; and a huge armchair, with a small + reading-desk beside it, seemed to bespeak the recent occupation of the + room. On the fourth side, opposite the window, the wall was covered with + faded tapestry, representing the meeting of Solomon and the Queen of + Sheba; the arras was nailed over doors on either hand,—the chinks + between the door and the wall serving, in one instance, to cut off in the + middle his wise majesty, who was making a low bow; while in the other it + took the ground from under the wanton queen, just as she was descending + from her chariot. + </p> + <p> + Near the window stood a grand piano, the only modern article in the room, + save one of the portraits, presently to be described. On all this Evelyn + gazed silently and devoutly: she had naturally that reverence for genius + which is common to the enthusiastic and young; and there is, even to the + dullest, a certain interest in the homes of those who have implanted + within us a new thought. But here there was, she imagined, a rare and + singular harmony between the place and the mental characteristics of the + owner. She fancied she now better understood the shadowy and metaphysical + repose of thought that had distinguished the earlier writings of + Maltravers,—the writings composed or planned in this still retreat. + </p> + <p> + But what particularly caught her attention was one of the two portraits + that adorned the mantelpieces. The further one was attired in the rich and + fanciful armour of the time of Elizabeth; the head bare, the helmet on a + table on which the hand rested. It was a handsome and striking + countenance; and an inscription announced it to be a Digby, an ancestor of + Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + But the other was a beautiful girl of about eighteen, in the now almost + antiquated dress of forty years ago. The features were delicate, but the + colours somewhat faded, and there was something mournful in the + expression. A silk curtain, drawn on one side, seemed to denote how + carefully it was prized by the possessor. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn turned for explanation to her cicerone. + </p> + <p> + "This is the second time I have seen that picture," said Caroline; "for it + is only by great entreaty and as a mysterious favour that the old + housekeeper draws aside the veil. Some touch of sentiment in Maltravers + makes him regard it as sacred. It is the picture of his mother before she + married; she died in giving him birth." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn sighed; how well she understood the sentiment which seemed to + Caroline so eccentric! The countenance fascinated her; the eye seemed to + follow her as she turned. + </p> + <p> + "As a proper pendant to this picture," said Caroline, "he ought to have + dismissed the effigies of yon warlike gentleman, and replaced it by one of + poor Lady Florence Lascelles, for whose loss he is said to have quitted + his country: but, perhaps, it was the loss of her fortune." + </p> + <p> + "How can you say so?—fie!" cried Evelyn, with a burst of generous + indignation. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, my dear, you heiresses have a fellow-feeling with each other! + Nevertheless, clever men are less sentimental than we deem them. Heigho! + this quiet room gives me the spleen, I fancy." + </p> + <p> + "Dearest Evy," whispered Cecilia, "I think you have a look of that pretty + picture, only you are much prettier. Do take off your bonnet; your hair + just falls down like hers." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn shook her head gravely; but the spoiled child hastily untied the + ribbons and snatched away the hat, and Evelyn's sunny ringlets fell down + in beautiful disorder. There was no resemblance between Evelyn and the + portrait, except in the colour of the hair, and the careless fashion it + now by chance assumed. Yet Evelyn was pleased to think that a likeness did + exist, though Caroline declared it was a most unflattering compliment. + </p> + <p> + "I don't wonder," said the latter, changing the theme,—"I don't + wonder Mr. Maltravers lives so little in this 'Castle Dull;' yet it might + be much improved. French windows and plate-glass, for instance; and if + those lumbering bookshelves and horrid old chimney-pieces were removed and + the ceiling painted white and gold like that in my uncle's saloon, and a + rich, lively paper, instead of the tapestry, it would really make a very + fine ballroom." + </p> + <p> + "Let us have a dance here now," cried Cecilia. "Come, stand up, Sophy;" + and the children began to practise a waltz step, tumbling over each other, + and laughing in full glee. + </p> + <p> + "Hush, hush!" said Evelyn, softly. She had never before checked the + children's mirth, and she could not tell why she did so now. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose the old butler has been entertaining the bailiff here," said + Caroline, pointing to the remains of the fire. + </p> + <p> + "And is this the room he chiefly inhabited,—the room that you say + they show as his?" + </p> + <p> + "No; that tapestry door to the right leads into a little study where he + wrote." So saying, Caroline tried to open the door, but it was locked from + within. She then opened the other door, which showed a long wainscoted + passage, hung with rusty pikes, and a few breastplates of the time of the + Parliamentary Wars. "This leads to the main body of the House," said + Caroline, "from which the room we are now in and the little study are + completely detached, having, as you know, been the chapel in popish times. + I have heard that Sir Kenelm Digby, an ancestral connection of the present + owner, first converted them into their present use, and, in return, built + the village church on the other side of the park." + </p> + <p> + Sir Kenelm Digby, the old cavalier philosopher!—-a new name of + interest to consecrate the place! Evelyn could have lingered all day in + the room; and perhaps as an excuse for a longer sojourn, hastened to the + piano—it was open—she ran her fairy fingers over the keys, and + the sound from the untuned and neglected instrument thrilled wild and + spiritlike through the melancholy chamber. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, do sing us something, Evy," cried Cecilia, running up to, and drawing + a chair to, the instrument. + </p> + <p> + "Do, Evelyn," said Caroline, languidly; "it will serve to bring one of the + servants to us, and save us a journey to the offices." + </p> + <p> + It was just what Evelyn wished. Some verses, which her mother especially + loved, verses written by Maltravers upon returning after absence to his + own home, had rushed into her mind as she had touched the keys. They were + appropriate to the place, and had been beautifully set to music. So the + children hushed themselves, and nestled at her feet; and after a little + prelude, keeping the accompaniment under, that the spoiled instrument + might not mar the sweet words and sweeter voice, she began the song. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile in the adjoining room, the little study which Caroline had + spoken of, sat the owner of the house! He had returned suddenly and + unexpectedly the previous night. The old steward was in attendance at the + moment, full of apologies, congratulations, and gossip; and Maltravers, + grown a stern and haughty man, was already impatiently turning away, when + he heard the sudden sound of the children's laughter and loud voices in + the room beyond. Maltravers frowned. + </p> + <p> + "What impertinence is this?" said he in a tone that, though very calm, + made the steward quake in his shoes. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know, really, your honour; there be so many grand folks come to + see the house in the fine weather, that—" + </p> + <p> + "And you permit your master's house to be a raree-show? You do well, sir." + </p> + <p> + "If your honour were more amongst us, there might be more discipline + like," said the steward, stoutly; "but no one in my time has cared so + little for the old place as those it belongs to." + </p> + <p> + "Fewer words with me, sir," said Maltravers, haughtily; "and now go and + inform those people that I am returned, and wish for no guests but those I + invite myself." + </p> + <p> + "Sir!" + </p> + <p> + "Do you not hear me? Say that if it so please them, these old ruins are my + property, and are not to be jobbed out to the insolence of public + curiosity. Go, sir." + </p> + <p> + "But—I beg pardon, your honour—if they be great folks?" + </p> + <p> + "Great folks!—great! Ay, there it is. Why, if they be great folks, + they have great houses of their own, Mr. Justis." + </p> + <p> + The steward stared. "Perhaps, your honour," he put in, deprecatingly, + "they be Mr. Merton's family: they come very often when the London + gentlemen are with them." + </p> + <p> + "Merton!—oh, the cringing parson. Harkye! one word more with me, + sir, and you quit my service to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Justis lifted his eyes and hands to heaven; but there was something in + his master's voice and look which checked reply, and he turned slowly to + the door—when a voice of such heavenly sweetness was heard without + that it arrested his own step and made the stern Maltravers start in his + seat. He held up his hand to the steward to delay his errand, and + listened, charmed and spell-bound. His own words came on his ear,—words + long unfamiliar to him, and at first but imperfectly remembered; words + connected with the early and virgin years of poetry and aspiration; words + that were as the ghosts of thoughts now far too gentle for his altered + soul. He bowed down his head, and the dark shade left his brow. + </p> + <p> + The song ceased. Maltravers moved with a sigh, and his eyes rested on the + form of the steward with his hand on the door. + </p> + <p> + "Shall I give your honour's message?" said Mr. Justis, gravely. + </p> + <p> + "No; take care for the future; leave me now." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Justis made one leg, and then, well pleased, took to both. + </p> + <p> + "Well," thought he, as he departed, "how foreign parts do spoil a + gentleman! so mild as he was once! I must botch up the accounts, I see,—the + squire has grown sharp." + </p> + <p> + As Evelyn concluded her song, she—whose charm in singing was that + she sang from the heart—was so touched by the melancholy music of + the air and words, that her voice faltered, and the last line died + inaudibly on her lips. + </p> + <p> + The children sprang up and kissed her. + </p> + <p> + "Oh," cried Cecilia, "there is the beautiful peacock!" And there, indeed, + on the steps without—perhaps attracted by the music—stood the + picturesque bird. The children ran out to greet their old favourite, who + was extremely tame; and presently Cecilia returned. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Carry! do see what beautiful horses are coming up the park!" + </p> + <p> + Caroline, who was a good rider, and fond of horses, and whose curiosity + was always aroused by things connected with show and station, suffered the + little girl to draw her into the garden. Two grooms, each mounted on a + horse of the pure Arabian breed, and each leading another, swathed and + bandaged, were riding slowly up the road; and Caroline was so attracted by + the novel appearance of the animals in a place so deserted that she + followed the children towards them, to learn who could possibly be their + enviable owner. Evelyn, forgotten for the moment, remained alone. She was + pleased at being so, and once more turned to the picture which had so + attracted her before. The mild eyes fixed on her, with an expression that + recalled to her mind her own mother. + </p> + <p> + "And," thought she, as she gazed, "this fair creature did not live to know + the fame of her son, to rejoice in his success, or to soothe his grief. + And he, that son, a disappointed and solitary exile in distant lands, + while strangers stand within his deserted hall!" + </p> + <p> + The images she had conjured up moved and absorbed her; and she continued + to stand before the picture, gazing upward with moistened eyes. It was a + beautiful vision as she thus stood, with her delicate bloom, her luxuriant + hair (for the hat was not yet replaced), her elastic form, so full of + youth and health and hope,—the living form beside the faded canvas + of the dead, once youthful, tender, lovely as herself! Evelyn turned away + with a sigh; the sigh was re-echoed yet more deeply. She started: the door + that led to the study was opened, and in the aperture was the figure of a + man in the prime of life. His hair, still luxuriant as in his earliest + youth, though darkened by the suns of the East, curled over a forehead of + majestic expanse. The high and proud features, that well became a stature + above the ordinary standard; the pale but bronzed complexion; the large + eyes of deepest blue, shaded by dark brows and lashes; and more than all, + that expression at once of passion and repose which characterizes the old + Italian portraits, and seems to denote the inscrutable power that + experience imparts to intellect, constituted an <i>ensemble</i> which, if + not faultlessly handsome, was eminently striking, and formed at once to + interest and command. It was a face, once seen, never to be forgotten; it + was a face that had long, half unconsciously, haunted Evelyn's young + dreams; it was a face she had seen before, though, then younger and milder + and fairer, it wore a different aspect. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn stood rooted to the spot, feeling herself blush to her very + temples,—an enchanting picture of bashful confusion and innocent + alarm. + </p> + <p> + "Do not let me regret my return," said the stranger, approaching after a + short pause, and with much gentleness in his voice and smile; "and think + that the owner is doomed to scare away the fair spirits that haunted the + spot in his absence." + </p> + <p> + "The owner!" repeated Evelyn, almost inaudibly, and in increased + embarrassment; "are you then the—the—" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," courteously interrupted the stranger, seeing her confusion, "my + name is Maltravers; and I am to blame for not having informed you of my + sudden return, or for now trespassing on your presence. But you see my + excuse;" and he pointed to the instrument. "You have the magic that draws + even the serpent from his hole. But you are not alone?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no! no, indeed! Miss Merton is with me. I know not where she is gone. + I will seek her." + </p> + <p> + "Miss Merton! You are not then one of that family?" + </p> + <p> + "No, only a guest. I will find her; she must apologize for us. We were not + aware that you were here,—indeed we were not." + </p> + <p> + "That is a cruel excuse," said Maltravers, smiling at her eagerness: and + the smile and the look reminded her yet more forcibly of the time when he + had carried her in his arms and soothed her suffering and praised her + courage and pressed the kiss almost of a lover on her hand. At that + thought she blushed yet more deeply, and yet more eagerly turned to + escape. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers did not seek to detain her, but silently followed her steps. + She had scarcely gained the window, before little Cecilia scampered in, + crying,— + </p> + <p> + "Only think! Mr. Maltravers has come back, and brought such beautiful + horses!" + </p> + <p> + Cecilia stopped abruptly, as she caught sight of the stranger; and the + next moment Caroline herself appeared. Her worldly experience and quick + sense saw immediately what had chanced; and she hastened to apologize to + Maltravers, and congratulate him on his return, with an ease that + astonished poor Evelyn, and by no means seemed appreciated by Maltravers + himself. He replied with brief and haughty courtesy. + </p> + <p> + "My father," continued Caroline, "will be so glad to hear you are come + back. He will hasten to pay you his respects, and apologize for his + truants. But I have not formally introduced you to my fellow-offender. My + dear, let me present to you one whom Fame has already made known to you; + Mr. Maltravers, Miss Cameron, step-daughter," she added in a lower voice, + "to the late Lord Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + At the first part of this introduction Maltravers frowned; at the last he + forgot all displeasure. + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible? I <i>thought</i> I had seen you before, but in a dream. + Ah, then we are not quite strangers!" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn's eye met his, and though she coloured and strove to look grave, a + half smile brought out the dimples that played round her arch lips. + </p> + <p> + "But you do not remember me?" added Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes!" exclaimed Evelyn, with a sudden impulse; and then checked + herself. + </p> + <p> + Caroline came to her friend's relief. + </p> + <p> + "What is this? You surprise me; where did you ever see Mr. Maltravers + before?" + </p> + <p> + "I can answer that question, Miss Merton. When Miss Cameron was but a + child, as high as my little friend here, an accident on the road procured + me her acquaintance; and the sweetness and fortitude she then displayed + left an impression on me not worn out even to this day. And thus we meet + again," added Maltravers, in a muttered voice, as to himself. "How strange + a thing life is!" + </p> + <p> + "Well," said Miss Merton, "we must intrude on you no more,—you have + so much to do. I am so sorry Sir John is not down to welcome you; but I + hope we shall be good neighbours. <i>Au revoir</i>!" + </p> + <p> + And, fancying herself most charming, Caroline bowed, smiled, and walked + off with her train. Maltravers paused irresolute. If Evelyn had looked + back, he would have accompanied them home; but Evelyn did not look back,—and + he stayed. + </p> + <p> + Miss Merton rallied her young friend unmercifully, as they walked + homeward, and she extracted a very brief and imperfect history of the + adventure that had formed the first acquaintance, and of the interview by + which it had been renewed. But Evelyn did not heed her; and the moment + they arrived at the rectory, she hastened to shut herself in her room, and + write the account of her adventure to her mother. How often, in her + girlish reveries, had she thought of that incident, that stranger! And + now, by such a chance, and after so many years, to meet the Unknown by his + own hearth! and that Unknown to be Maltravers! It was as if a dream had + come true. While she was yet musing—and the letter not yet begun—she + heard the sound of joy-bells in the distance. At once she divined the + cause; it was the welcome of the wanderer to his solitary home! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MAIS en connaissant votre condition naturelle, usez des moyens + qui lui sont propres, et ne pretendez pas regner par une autre + voie que par celle qui vous fait roi.*—PASCAL. + + * "But in understanding your natural condition, use the means + which are proper to it; and pretend not to govern by any other + way than by that which constitutes you governor." +</pre> + <p> + IN the heart as in the ocean, the great tides ebb and flow. The waves + which had once urged on the spirit of Ernest Maltravers to the rocks and + shoals of active life had long since receded back upon the calm depths, + and left the strand bare. With a melancholy and disappointed mind, he had + quitted the land of his birth; and new scenes, strange and wild, had risen + before his wandering gaze. Wearied with civilization, and sated with many + of the triumphs for which civilized men drudge and toil, and disquiet + themselves in vain, he had plunged amongst hordes, scarce redeemed from + primeval barbarism. The adventures through which he had passed, and in + which life itself could only be preserved by wary vigilance and ready + energies, had forced him, for a while, from the indulgence of morbid + contemplations. His heart, indeed, had been left inactive; but his + intellect and his physical powers had been kept in hourly exercise. He + returned to the world of his equals with a mind laden with the treasures + of a various and vast experience, and with much of the same gloomy moral + as that which, on emerging from the Catacombs, assured the restless + speculations of Rasselas of the vanity of human life and the folly of + moral aspirations. + </p> + <p> + Ernest Maltravers, never a faultless or completed character, falling short + in practice of his own capacities, moral and intellectual, from his very + desire to overpass the limits of the Great and Good, was seemingly as far + as heretofore from the grand secret of life. It was not so in reality; his + mind had acquired what before it wanted,—<i>hardness</i>; and we are + nearer to true virtue and true happiness when we demand too little from + men than when we exact too much. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, partly from the strange life that had thrown him amongst men + whom safety itself made it necessary to command despotically, partly from + the habit of power and disdain of the world, his nature was incrusted with + a stern imperiousness of manner, often approaching to the harsh and + morose, though beneath it lurked generosity and benevolence. + </p> + <p> + Many of his younger feelings, more amiable and complex, had settled into + one predominant quality, which more or less had always characterized him,—Pride! + Self-esteem made inactive, and Ambition made discontented, usually + engender haughtiness. In Maltravers this quality, which, properly + controlled and duly softened, is the essence and life of honour, was + carried to a vice. He was perfectly conscious of its excess, but he + cherished it as a virtue. Pride had served to console him in sorrow, and + therefore it was a friend; it had supported him when disgusted with fraud, + or in resistance to violence, and therefore it was a champion and a + fortress. It was a pride of a peculiar sort: it attached itself to no one + point in especial,—not to talent, knowledge, mental gifts, still + less to the vulgar commonplaces of birth and fortune; it rather resulted + from a supreme and wholesale contempt of all other men, and all their + objects,—of ambition, of glory, of the hard business of life. His + favourite virtue was fortitude; it was on this that he now mainly valued + himself. He was proud of his struggles against others, prouder still of + conquests over his own passions. He looked upon FATE as the arch enemy + against whose attacks we should ever prepare. He fancied that against fate + he had thoroughly schooled himself. In the arrogance of his heart he said, + "I can defy the future." He believed in the boast of the vain old sage,—"I + am a world to myself!" In the wild career through which his later manhood + had passed, it is true that he had not carried his philosophy into a + rejection of the ordinary world. The shock occasioned by the death of + Florence yielded gradually to time and change; and he had passed from the + deserts of Africa and the East to the brilliant cities of Europe. But + neither his heart nor his reason had ever again been enslaved by his + passions. Never again had he known the softness of affection. Had he done + so, the ice had been thawed, and the fountain had flowed once more into + the great deeps. He had returned to England,—he scarce knew + wherefore, or with what intent, certainly not with any idea of entering + again upon the occupations of active life; it was, perhaps, only the + weariness of foreign scenes and unfamiliar tongues, and the vague, + unsettled desire of change, that brought him back to the fatherland. But + he did not allow so unphilosophical a cause to himself: and, what was + strange, he would not allow one much more amiable, and which was, perhaps, + the truer cause,—the increasing age and infirmities of his old + guardian, Cleveland, who prayed him affectionately to return. Maltravers + did not like to believe that his heart was still so kind. Singular form of + pride! No, he rather sought to persuade himself that he intended to sell + Burleigh, to arrange his affairs finally, and then quit forever his native + land. To prove to himself that this was the case, he had intended at Dover + to hurry at once to Burleigh, and merely write to Cleveland that he was + returned to England. But his heart would not suffer him to enjoy this + cruel luxury of self-mortification, and his horses' heads were turned to + Richmond when within a stage of London. He had spent two days with the + good old man, and those two days had so warmed and softened his feelings + that he was quite appalled at his own dereliction from fixed principles! + However, he went before Cleveland had time to discover that he was + changed; and the old man had promised to visit him shortly. + </p> + <p> + This, then, was the state of Ernest Maltravers at the age of thirty-six,—an + age in which frame and mind are in their fullest perfection; an age in + which men begin most keenly to feel that they are citizens. With all his + energies braced and strengthened; with his mind stored with profusest + gifts; in the vigour of a constitution to which a hardy life had imparted + a second and fresher youth; so trained by stern experience as to redeem + with an easy effort all the deficiencies and faults which had once + resulted from too sensitive an imagination and too high a standard for + human actions; formed to render to his race the most brilliant and durable + service, and to secure to himself the happiness which results from sobered + fancy, a generous heart, and an approving conscience,—here was + Ernest Maltravers, backed, too, by the appliances and gifts of birth and + fortune, perversely shutting up genius, life, and soul in their own thorny + leaves, and refusing to serve the fools and rascals who were formed from + the same clay, and gifted by the same God. Morbid and morose philosophy, + begot by a proud spirit on a lonely heart! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + LET such amongst us as are willing to be children again, if it be + only for an hour, resign ourselves to the sweet enchantment that + steals upon the spirit when it indulges in the memory of early + and innocent enjoyment. + D. L. RICHARDSON. +</pre> + <p> + AT dinner, Caroline's lively recital of their adventures was received with + much interest, not only by the Merton family, but by some of the + neighbouring gentry who shared the rector's hospitality. The sudden return + of any proprietor to his old hereditary seat after a prolonged absence + makes some sensation in a provincial neighbourhood. In this case, where + the proprietor was still young, unmarried, celebrated, and handsome, the + sensation was of course proportionably increased. Caroline and Evelyn were + beset by questions, to which the former alone gave any distinct reply. + Caroline's account was, on the whole, gracious and favourable, and seemed + complimentary to all but Evelyn, who thought that Caroline was a very + indifferent portrait-painter. + </p> + <p> + It seldom happens that a man is a prophet in his own neighbourhood; but + Maltravers had been so little in the county, and in his former visit his + life had been so secluded, that he was regarded as a stranger. He had + neither outshone the establishments nor interfered with the sporting of + his fellow-squires; and on the whole, they made just allowance for his + habits of distant reserve. Time, and his retirement from the busy scene, + long enough to cause him to be missed, not long enough for new favourites + to supply his place, had greatly served to mellow and consolidate his + reputation, and his country was proud to claim him. Thus (though + Maltravers would not have believed it had an angel told him) he was not + spoken ill of behind his back: a thousand little anecdotes of his personal + habits, of his generosity, independence of spirit, and eccentricity were + told. Evelyn listened in rapt delight to all; she had never passed so + pleasant an evening; and she smiled almost gratefully on the rector, who + was a man that always followed the stream, when he said with benign + affability, "We must really show our distinguished neighbour every + attention,—we must be indulgent to his little oddities. His politics + are not mine, to be sure; but a man who has a stake in the country has a + right to his own opinion, that was always my maxim,—thank Heaven, I + am a very moderate man. We must draw him amongst us; it will be our own + fault, I am sure, if he is not quite domesticated at the rectory." + </p> + <p> + "With such attraction,—yes," said the thin curate, timidly bowing to + the ladies. + </p> + <p> + "It would be a nice match for Miss Caroline," whispered an old lady; + Caroline overheard, and pouted her pretty lip. The whist-tables were now + set out, the music began, and Maltravers was left in peace. + </p> + <p> + The next day Mr. Merton rode his pony over to Burleigh. Maltravers was not + at home. He left his card, and a note of friendly respect, begging Mr. + Maltravers to waive ceremony, and dine with them the next day. Somewhat to + the surprise of the rector, he found that the active spirit of Maltravers + was already at work. The long-deserted grounds were filled with labourers; + the carpenters were busy at the fences; the house looked alive and + stirring; the grooms were exercising the horses in the park,—all + betokened the return of the absentee. This seemed to denote that + Maltravers had come to reside; and the rector thought of Caroline, and was + pleased at the notion. + </p> + <p> + The next day was Cecilia's birthday,—and birthdays were kept at + Merton Rectory; the neighbouring children were invited. They were to dine + on the lawn, in a large marquee, and to dance in the evening. The + hothouses yielded their early strawberries, and the cows, decorated with + blue ribbons, were to give syllabubs. The polite Caroline was not greatly + fascinated by pleasure of this kind; she graciously appeared at dinner, + kissed the prettiest of the children, helped them to soup, and then, + having done her duty, retired to her room to write letters. The children + were not sorry, for they were a little afraid of the grand Caroline; and + they laughed much more loudly, and made much more noise, when she was gone—and + the cake and strawberries appeared. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was in her element; she had, as a child, mixed so little with + children, she had so often yearned for playmates, she was still so + childlike. Besides, she was so fond of Cecilia, she had looked forward + with innocent delight to the day; and a week before had taken the carriage + to the neighbouring town to return with a carefully concealed basket of + toys,—dolls, sashes, and picture-books. But somehow or other, she + did not feel so childlike as usual that morning; her heart was away from + the pleasure before her, and her smile was at first languid. But in + children's mirth there is something so contagious to those who love + children; and now, as the party scattered themselves on the grass, and + Evelyn opened the basket, and bade them with much gravity keep quiet, and + be good children, she was the happiest of the whole group. But she knew + how to give pleasure: and the basket was presented to Cecilia, that the + little queen of the day might enjoy the luxury of being generous; and to + prevent jealousy, the notable expedient of a lottery was suggested. + </p> + <p> + "Then Evy shall be Fortune!" cried Cecilia; "nobody will be sorry to get + anything from Evy,—and if any one is discontented Evy sha'n't kiss + her." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton, whose motherly heart was completely won by Evelyn's kindness + to the children, forgot all her husband's lectures, and willingly ticketed + the prizes, and wrote the numbers of the lots on slips of paper carefully + folded. A large old Indian jar was dragged from the drawing-room and + constituted the fated urn; the tickets were deposited therein, and Cecilia + was tying the handkerchief round Evelyn's eyes,—while Fortune + struggled archly not to be as blind as she ought to be,—and the + children, seated in a circle, were in full joy and expectation when there + was a sudden pause. The laughter stopped; so did Cissy's little hands. + What could it be? Evelyn slipped the bandage, and her eyes rested on + Maltravers! + </p> + <p> + "Well, really, my dear Miss Cameron," said the rector, who was by the side + of the intruder, and who, indeed, had just brought him to the spot, "I + don't know what these little folks will do to you next." + </p> + <p> + "I ought rather to be their victim," said Maltravers, good-humouredly; + "the fairies always punish us grown-up mortals for trespassing on their + revels." + </p> + <p> + While he spoke, his eyes—those eyes, the most eloquent in the world—dwelt + on Evelyn (as, to cover her blushes, she took Cecilia in her arms, and + appeared to attend to nothing else) with a look of such admiration and + delight as a mortal might well be supposed to cast on some beautiful + fairy. + </p> + <p> + Sophy, a very bold child, ran up to him. "How do, sir?" she lisped, + putting up her face to be kissed; "how's the pretty peacock?" + </p> + <p> + This opportune audacity served at once to renew the charm that had been + broken,—to unite the stranger with the children. Here was + acquaintance claimed and allowed in an instant. The next moment Maltravers + was one of the circle, on the turf with the rest, as gay, and almost as + noisy,—that hard, proud man, so disdainful of the trifles of the + world! + </p> + <p> + "But the gentleman must have a prize, too," said Sophy, proud of her tall + new friend. "What's your other name; why do you have such a long, hard + name?" + </p> + <p> + "Call me Ernest," said Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "Why don't we begin?" cried the children. + </p> + <p> + "Evy, come, be a good child, miss," said Sophy, as Evelyn, vexed and + ashamed, and half ready to cry, resisted the bandage. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Merton interposed his authority; but the children clamoured, and + Evelyn hastily yielded. It was Fortune's duty to draw the tickets from the + urn, and give them to each claimant whose name was called; when it came to + the turn of Maltravers, the bandage did not conceal the blush and smile of + the enchanting goddess, and the hand of the aspirant thrilled as it + touched hers. + </p> + <p> + The children burst into screams of laughter when Cecilia gravely awarded + to Maltravers the worst prize in the lot,—a blue ribbon,—which + Sophy, however, greedily insisted on having; but Maltravers would not + yield it. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers remained all day at the rectory, and shared in the ball,—yes, + he danced with Evelyn—he, Maltravers, who had never been known to + dance since he was twenty-two! The ice was fairly broken,—Maltravers + was at home with the Mertons. And when he took his solitary walk to his + solitary house—over the little bridge, and through the shadowy wood—astonished, + perhaps, with himself, every one of the guests, from the oldest to the + youngest, pronounced him delightful. Caroline, perhaps, might have been + piqued some months ago that he did not dance with <i>her</i>; but now, her + heart—such as it was—felt preoccupied. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + L'ESPRIT de l'homme est plus penetrant que consequent, et embrasse + plus qu'il ne peat lier.*—VAUVENARGUES. + + * "The spirit of man is more penetrating than logical, and + gathers more than it can garner." +</pre> + <p> + AND now Maltravers was constantly with the Merton family; there was no + need of excuse for familiarity on his part. Mr. Merton, charmed to find + his advances not rejected, thrust intimacy upon him. + </p> + <p> + One day they spent the afternoon at Burleigh, and Evelyn and Caroline + finished their survey of the house,—tapestry, and armour, pictures + and all. This led to a visit to the Arabian horses. Caroline observed that + she was very fond of riding, and went into ecstasies with one of the + animals,—the one, of course, with the longest tail. The next day the + horse was in the stables at the rectory, and a gallant epistle apologized + for the costly gift. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Merton demurred, but Caroline always had her own way; and so the horse + remained (no doubt, in much amazement and disdain) with the parson's pony, + and the brown carriage horses. The gift naturally conduced to parties on + horseback—it was cruel entirely to separate the Arab from his + friends—and how was Evelyn to be left behind?—Evelyn, who had + never yet ridden anything more spirited than an old pony! A beautiful + little horse belonging to an elderly lady, now growing too stout to ride, + was to be sold hard by. Maltravers discovered the treasure, and apprised + Mr. Merton of it—he was too delicate to affect liberality to the + rich heiress. The horse was bought; nothing could go quieter; Evelyn was + not at all afraid. They made two or three little excursions. Sometimes + only Mr. Merton and Maltravers accompanied the young ladies, sometimes the + party was more numerous. Maltravers appeared to pay equal attention to + Caroline and her friend; still Evelyn's inexperience in equestrian matters + was an excuse for his being ever by her side. They had a thousand + opportunities to converse; and Evelyn now felt more at home with him; her + gentle gayety, her fanciful yet chastened intellect, found a voice. + Maltravers was not slow to discover that beneath her simplicity there + lurked sense, judgment, and imagination. Insensibly his own conversation + took a higher flight. With the freedom which his mature years and + reputation gave him, he mingled eloquent instruction with lighter and more + trifling subjects; he directed her earnest and docile mind, not only to + new fields of written knowledge, but to many of the secrets of Nature, + subtle or sublime. He had a wide range of scientific as well as literary + lore; the stars, the flowers, the phenomena of the physical world, + afforded themes on which he descanted with the fervent love of a poet and + the easy knowledge of a sage. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Merton, observing that little or nothing of sentiment mingled with + their familiar intercourse, felt perfectly at ease; and knowing that + Maltravers had been intimate with Lumley, he naturally concluded that he + was aware of the engagement between Evelyn and his friend. Meanwhile + Maltravers appeared unconscious that such a being as Lord Vargrave + existed. + </p> + <p> + It is not to be wondered at that the daily presence, the delicate flattery + of attention from a man like Maltravers, should strongly impress the + imagination, if not the heart, of a susceptible girl. Already prepossessed + in his favour, and wholly unaccustomed to a society which combined so many + attractions, Evelyn regarded him with unspeakable veneration; to the + darker shades in his character she was blind,—to her, indeed, they + did not appear. True that once or twice in mixed society his disdainful + and imperious temper broke hastily and harshly forth. To folly, to + pretension, to presumption, he showed but slight forbearance. The + impatient smile, the biting sarcasm, the cold repulse, that might gall, + yet could scarce be openly resented, betrayed that he was one who affected + to free himself from the polished restraints of social intercourse. He had + once been too scrupulous in not wounding vanity; he was now too + indifferent to it. But if sometimes this unamiable trait of character, as + displayed to others, chilled or startled Evelyn, the contrast of his + manner towards herself was a flattery too delicious not to efface all + other recollections. To her ear his voice always softened its tone; to her + capacity of mind ever bent as by sympathy, not condescension; to her—the + young, the timid, the half-informed—to her alone he did not disdain + to exhibit all the stores of his knowledge, all the best and brightest + colours of his mind. She modestly wondered at so strange a preference. + Perhaps a sudden and blunt compliment which Maltravers once addressed to + her may explain it. One day, when she had conversed more freely and more + fully than usual, he broke in upon her with this abrupt exclamation,— + </p> + <p> + "Miss Cameron, you must have associated from your childhood with beautiful + minds. I see already that from the world, vile as it is, you have nothing + of contagion to fear. I have heard you talk on the most various matters, + on many of which your knowledge is imperfect; but you have never uttered + one mean idea, or one false sentiment. Truth seems intuitive to you." + </p> + <p> + It was indeed this singular purity of heart which made to the + world-wearied man the chief charm in Evelyn Cameron. From this purity + came, as from the heart of a poet, a thousand new and heaven-taught + thoughts which had in them a wisdom of their own,—thoughts that + often brought the stern listener back to youth, and reconciled him with + life. The wise Maltravers learned more from Evelyn than Evelyn did from + Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + There was, however, another trait—deeper than that of temper—in + Maltravers, and which was, unlike the latter, more manifest to her than to + others,—his contempt for all the things her young and fresh + enthusiasm had been taught to prize, the fame that endeared and hallowed + him to her eyes, the excitement of ambition, and its rewards. He spoke + with such bitter disdain of great names and great deeds. "Children of a + larger growth they were," said he, one day, in answer to her defence of + the luminaries of their kind, "allured by baubles as poor as the rattle + and the doll's house. How many have been made great, as the word is, by + their vices! Paltry craft won command to Themistocles; to escape his duns, + the profligate Caesar heads an army, and achieves his laurels; Brutus, the + aristocrat, stabs his patron, that patricians might again trample on + plebeians, and that posterity might talk of <i>him</i>. The love of + posthumous fame—what is it but as puerile a passion for notoriety as + that which made a Frenchman I once knew lay out two thousand pounds in + sugar-plums? To be talked of—how poor a desire! Does it matter + whether it be by the gossips of this age or the next? Some men are urged + on to fame by poverty—that is an excuse for their trouble; but there + is no more nobleness in the motive than in that which makes yon poor + ploughman sweat in the eye of Phoebus. In fact, the larger part of eminent + men, instead of being inspired by any lofty desire to benefit their + species or enrich the human mind, have acted or composed, without any + definite object beyond the satisfying a restless appetite for excitement, + or indulging the dreams of a selfish glory. And when nobler aspirations + have fired them, it has too often been but to wild fanaticism and + sanguinary crime. What dupes of glory ever were animated by a deeper + faith, a higher ambition, than the frantic followers of Mahomet,—taught + to believe that it was virtue to ravage the earth, and that they sprang + from the battle-field into paradise? Religion and liberty, love of + country, what splendid motives to action! Lo, the results, when the + motives are keen, the action once commenced! Behold the Inquisition, the + Days of Terror, the Council of Ten, and the Dungeons of Venice!" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was scarcely fit to wrestle with these melancholy fallacies; but + her instinct of truth suggested an answer. + </p> + <p> + "What would society be if all men thought as you do, and acted up to the + theory? No literature, no art, no glory, no patriotism, no virtue, no + civilization! You analyze men's motives—how can you be sure you + judge rightly? Look to the results,—our benefit, our enlightenment! + If the results be great, Ambition is a virtue, no matter what motive + awakened it. Is it not so?" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn spoke blushingly and timidly. Maltravers, despite his own tenets, + was delighted with her reply. + </p> + <p> + "You reason well," said he, with a smile. "But how are we sure that the + results are such as you depict them? Civilization, enlightenment,—they + are vague terms, hollow sounds. Never fear that the world will reason as I + do. Action will never be stagnant while there are such things as gold and + power. The vessel will move on—let the galley-slaves have it to + themselves. What I have seen of life convinces me that progress is not + always improvement. Civilization has evils unknown to the savage state; + and <i>vice versa</i>. Men in all states seem to have much the same + proportion of happiness. We judge others with eyes accustomed to dwell on + our own circumstances. I have seen the slave, whom we commiserate, enjoy + his holiday with a rapture unknown to the grave freeman. I have seen that + slave made free, and enriched by the benevolence of his master; and he has + been gay no more. The masses of men in all countries are much the same. If + there are greater comforts in the hardy North, Providence bestows a + fertile earth and a glorious heaven, and a mind susceptible to enjoyment + as flowers to light, on the voluptuous indulgence of the Italian, or the + contented apathy of the Hindoo. In the mighty organization of good and + evil, what can we vain individuals effect? They who labour most, how + doubtful is their reputation! Who shall say whether Voltaire or Napoleon, + Cromwell or Caesar, Walpole or Pitt, has done most good or most evil? It + is a question casuists may dispute on. Some of us think that poets have + been the delight and the lights of men; another school of philosophy has + treated them as the corrupters of the species,—panderers to the + false glory of war, to the effeminacies of taste, to the pampering of the + passions above the reason. Nay, even those who have effected inventions + that change the face of the earth—the printing-press, gunpowder, the + steam-engine,—men hailed as benefactors by the unthinking herd, or + the would-be sages,—have introduced ills unknown before, + adulterating and often counterbalancing the good. Each new improvement in + machinery deprives hundreds of food. Civilization is the eternal sacrifice + of one generation to the next. An awful sense of the impotence of human + agencies has crushed down the sublime aspirations for mankind which I once + indulged. For myself, I float on the great waters, without pilot or + rudder, and trust passively to the winds, that are the breath of God." + </p> + <p> + This conversation left a deep impression upon Evelyn; it inspired her with + a new interest in one in whom so many noble qualities lay dulled and + torpid, by the indulgence of a self-sophistry, which, girl as she was, she + felt wholly unworthy of his powers. And it was this error in Maltravers + that, levelling his superiority, brought him nearer to her heart. Ah, if + she could restore him to his race! It was a dangerous desire, but it + intoxicated and absorbed her. + </p> + <p> + Oh, how sweetly were those fair evenings spent,—the evenings of + happy June! And then, as Maltravers suffered the children to tease him + into talk about the wonders he had seen in the regions far away, how did + the soft and social hues of his character unfold themselves! There is in + all real genius so much latent playfulness of nature it almost seems as if + genius never could grow old. The inscriptions that youth writes upon the + tablets of an imaginative mind are, indeed, never wholly obliterated,—they + are as an invisible writing, which gradually becomes clear in the light + and warmth. Bring genius familiarly with the young, and it is as young as + they are. Evelyn did not yet, therefore, observe the disparity of <i>years</i> + between herself and Maltravers. But the disparity of knowledge and power + served for the present to interdict to her that sweet feeling of equality + in commune, without which love is rarely a very intense affection in + women. It is not so with men. But by degrees she grew more and more + familiar with her stern friend; and in that familiarity there was perilous + fascination to Maltravers. She could laugh him at any moment out of his + most moody reveries; contradict with a pretty wilfulness his most + favourite dogmas; nay, even scold him, with bewitching gravity, if he was + not always at the command of her wishes—or caprice. At this time it + seemed certain that Maltravers would fall in love with Evelyn; but it + rested on more doubtful probabilities whether Evelyn would fall in love + with him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + CONTRAHE vela, + Et te littoribus cymba propinqua vehat.*—SENECA. + + * "Furl your sails, and let the next boat carry you to the shore." +</pre> + <p> + "HAS not Miss Cameron a beautiful countenance?" said Mr. Merton to + Maltravers, as Evelyn, unconscious of the compliment, sat at a little + distance, bending down her eyes to Sophy, who was weaving daisy-chains on + a stool at her knee, and whom she was telling not to talk loud,—for + Merton had been giving Maltravers some useful information respecting the + management of his estate; and Evelyn was already interested in all that + could interest her friend. She had one excellent thing in woman, had + Evelyn Cameron: despite her sunny cheerfulness of temper she was <i>quiet</i>; + and she had insensibly acquired, under the roof of her musing and silent + mother, the habit of never disturbing others. What a blessed secret is + that in the intercourse of domestic life! + </p> + <p> + "Has not Miss Cameron a beautiful countenance?" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers started at the question,—it was a literal translation of + his own thought at that moment. He checked the enthusiasm that rose to his + lip, and calmly re-echoed the word,— + </p> + <p> + "Beautiful indeed!" + </p> + <p> + "And so sweet-tempered and unaffected; she has been admirably brought up. + I believe Lady Vargrave is a most exemplary woman. Miss Cameron will, + indeed, be a treasure to her betrothed husband. He is to be envied." + </p> + <p> + "Her betrothed husband!" said Maltravers, turning very pale. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; Lord Vargrave. Did you not know that she was engaged to him from her + childhood? It was the wish, nay, command, of the late lord, who bequeathed + her his vast fortune, if not on that condition, at least on that + understanding. Did you never hear of this before?" + </p> + <p> + While Mr. Merton spoke, a sudden recollection returned to Maltravers. He + <i>had</i> heard Lumley himself refer to the engagement, but it had been + in the sick chamber of Florence,—little heeded at the time, and + swept from his mind by a thousand after-thoughts and scenes. Mr. Merton + continued,— + </p> + <p> + "We expect Lord Vargrave down soon. He is an ardent lover, I conclude; but + public life chains him so much to London. He made an admirable speech in + the Lords last night; at least, our party appear to think so. They are to + be married when Miss Cameron attains the age of eighteen." + </p> + <p> + Accustomed to endurance, and skilled in the proud art of concealing + emotion, Maltravers betrayed to the eye of Mr. Merton no symptom of + surprise or dismay at this intelligence. If the rector had conceived any + previous suspicion that Maltravers was touched beyond mere admiration for + beauty, the suspicion would have vanished as he heard his guest coldly + reply,— + </p> + <p> + "I trust Lord Vargrave may deserve his happiness. But, to return to Mr. + Justis; you corroborate my own opinion of that smooth-spoken gentleman." + </p> + <p> + The conversation flowed back to business. At last, Maltravers rose to + depart. + </p> + <p> + "Will you not dine with us to-day?" said the hospitable rector. + </p> + <p> + "Many thanks,—no; I have much business to attend to at home for some + days to come." + </p> + <p> + "Kiss Sophy, Mr. Ernest,—Sophy very good girl to-day. Let the pretty + butterfly go, because Evy said it was cruel to put it in a card-box; kiss + Sophy." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers took the child (whose heart he had completely won) in his arms, + and kissed her tenderly; then advancing to Evelyn, he held out his hand, + while his eyes were fixed upon her with an expression of deep and mournful + interest, which she could not understand. + </p> + <p> + "God bless you, Miss Cameron," he said, and his lip quivered. + </p> + <p> + Days passed, and they saw no more of Maltravers. He excused himself on + pretence, now of business, now of other engagements, from all the + invitations of the rector. Mr. Merton unsuspectingly accepted the excuse; + for he knew that Maltravers was necessarily much occupied. + </p> + <p> + His arrival had now spread throughout the country; and such of his equals + as were still in B——-shire hastened to offer congratulations, + and press hospitality. Perhaps it was the desire to make his excuses to + Merton valid which prompted the master of Burleigh to yield to the other + invitations that crowded on him. But this was not all,—Maltravers + acquired in the neighbourhood the reputation of a man of business. Mr. + Justis was abruptly dismissed; with the help of the bailiff Maltravers + became his own steward. His parting address to this personage was + characteristic of the mingled harshness and justice of Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "Sir," said he, as they closed their accounts, "I discharge you because + you are a rascal,—there can be no dispute about that; you have + plundered your owner, yet you have ground his tenants, and neglected the + poor. My villages are filled with paupers, my rent-roll is reduced a + fourth; and yet, while some of my tenants appear to pay nominal rents + (why, you best know),—others are screwed up higher than any man's in + the country. You are a rogue, Mr. Justis,—your own account-books + show it; and if I send them to a lawyer, you would have to refund a sum + that I could apply very advantageously to the rectification of your + blunders." + </p> + <p> + "I hope, sir," said the steward, conscience-stricken and appalled,—"I + hope you will not ruin me; indeed, indeed, if I was called upon to refund, + I should go to jail." + </p> + <p> + "Make yourself easy, sir. It is just that I should suffer as well as you. + My neglect of my own duties tempted you to roguery. You were honest under + the vigilant eye of Mr. Cleveland. Retire with your gains: if you are + quite hardened, no punishment can touch you; if you are not, it is + punishment enough to stand there gray-headed, with one foot in the grave, + and hear yourself called a rogue, and know that you cannot defend + yourself,—go!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers next occupied himself in all the affairs that a mismanaged + estate brought upon him. He got rid of some tenants, he made new + arrangements with others; he called labour into requisition by a variety + of improvements; he paid minute attention to the poor, not in the weakness + of careless and indiscriminate charity, by which popularity is so cheaply + purchased, and independence so easily degraded,—no, his main care + was to stimulate industry and raise hope. The ambition and emulation that + he so vainly denied in himself, he found his most useful levers in the + humble labourers whose characters he had studied, whose condition he + sought to make themselves desire to elevate. Unconsciously his whole + practice began to refute his theories. The abuses of the old Poor Laws + were rife in his neighbourhood; his quick penetration, and perhaps his + imperious habits of decision, suggested to him many of the best provisions + of the law now called into operation; but he was too wise to be the + Philosopher Square of a system. He did not attempt too much; and he + recognized one principle, which, as yet, the administrators of the new + Poor-Laws have not sufficiently discovered. One main object of the new + code was, by curbing public charity, to task the activity of individual + benevolence. If the proprietor or the clergyman find under his own eye + isolated instances of severity, oppression, or hardship in a general and + salutary law, instead of railing against the law, he ought to attend to + the individual instances; and private benevolence ought to keep the + balance of the scales even, and be the makeweight wherever there is a just + deficiency of national charity.* It was this which, in the modified and + discreet regulations that he sought to establish on his estates, + Maltravers especially and pointedly attended to. Age, infirmity, temporary + distress, unmerited destitution, found him a steady, watchful, + indefatigable friend. In these labours, commenced with extraordinary + promptitude, and the energy of a single purpose and stern mind, Maltravers + was necessarily brought into contact with the neighbouring magistrates and + gentry. He was combating evils and advancing objects in which all were + interested; and his vigorous sense, and his past parliamentary reputation, + joined with the respect which in provinces always attaches to ancient + birth, won unexpected and general favour to his views. At the rectory they + heard of him constantly, not only through occasional visitors, but through + Mr. Merton, who was ever thrown in his way; but he continued to keep + himself aloof from the house. Every one (Mr. Merton excepted) missed him,—even + Caroline, whose able though worldly mind could appreciate his + conversation; the children mourned for their playmate, who was so much + more affable than their own stiff-neckclothed brothers; and Evelyn was at + least more serious and thoughtful than she had ever been before, and the + talk of others seemed to her wearisome, trite, and dull. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * The object of parochial reform is not that of economy alone; + not merely to reduce poor-rates. The ratepayer ought to remember + that the more he wrests from the grip of the sturdy mendicant, + the more he ought to bestow on undeserved distress. Without the + mitigations of private virtue, every law that benevolists could + make would be harsh. +</pre> + <p> + Was Maltravers happy in his new pursuits? His state of mind at that time + it is not easy to read. His masculine spirit and haughty temper were + wrestling hard against a feeling that had been fast ripening into passion; + but at night, in his solitary and cheerless home, a vision, too exquisite + to indulge, would force itself upon him, till he started from the revery, + and said to his rebellious heart: "A few more years, and thou wilt be + still. What in this brief life is a pang more or less? Better to have + nothing to care for, so wilt thou defraud Fate, thy deceitful foe! Be + contented that thou art alone!" Fortunate was it, then, for Maltravers, + that he was in his native land, not in climes where excitement is in the + pursuit of pleasure rather than in the exercise of duties. In the hardy + air of the liberal England, he was already, though unknown to himself, + bracing and ennobling his dispositions and desires. It is the boast of + this island that the slave whose foot touches the soil is free. The boast + may be enlarged. Where so much is left to the people, where the life of + civilization, not locked up in the tyranny of Central Despotism, spreads, + vivifying, restless, ardent, through every vein of the healthful body, the + most distant province, the obscurest village, has claims on our exertions, + our duties, and forces us into energy and citizenship. The spirit of + liberty, that strikes the chain from the slave, binds the freeman to his + brother. This is the Religion of Freedom. And hence it is that the stormy + struggles of free States have been blessed with results of Virtue, of + Wisdom, and of Genius by Him who bade us love one another,—not only + that love in itself is excellent, but that from love, which in its widest + sense is but the spiritual term for liberty, whatever is worthiest of our + solemn nature has its birth. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Harsh things he mitigates, and pride subdues. + <i>Ex.</i> SOLON: <i>Eleg.</i> +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + YOU still are what you were, sir! + ...... + ... With most quick agility could turn + And return; make knots and undo them, + Give forked counsel.—<i>Volpone, or the Fox</i>. +</pre> + <p> + BEFORE a large table, covered with parliamentary papers, sat Lumley Lord + Vargrave. His complexion, though still healthy, had faded from the + freshness of hue which distinguished him in youth. His features, always + sharp, had grown yet more angular: his brows seemed to project more + broodingly over his eyes, which, though of undiminished brightness, were + sunk deep in their sockets, and had lost much of their quick restlessness. + The character of his mind had begun to stamp itself on the physiognomy, + especially on the mouth when in repose. It was, a face striking for acute + intelligence, for concentrated energy; but there was a something written + in it which said, "BEWARE!" It would have inspired any one who had mixed + much amongst men with a vague suspicion and distrust. + </p> + <p> + Lumley had been always careful, though plain, in dress; but there was now + a more evident attention bestowed on his person than he had ever + manifested in youth,—while there was something of the Roman's + celebrated foppery in the skill with which his hair was arranged on his + high forehead, so as either to conceal or relieve a partial baldness at + the temples. Perhaps, too, from the possession of high station, or the + habit of living only amongst the great, there was a certain dignity + insensibly diffused over his whole person that was not noticeable in his + earlier years, when a certain <i>ton de garnison</i> was blended with his + ease of manners. Yet, even now, dignity was not his prevalent + characteristic; and in ordinary occasions, or mixed society, he still + found a familiar frankness a more useful species of simulation. At the + time we now treat of, Lord Vargrave was leaning his cheek on one hand, + while the other rested idly on the papers methodically arranged before + him. He appeared to have suspended his labours, and to be occupied in + thought. It was, in truth, a critical period in the career of Lord + Vargrave. + </p> + <p> + From the date of his accession to the peerage, the rise of Lumley Ferrers + had been less rapid and progressive than he himself could have foreseen. + At first, all was sunshine before him; he had contrived to make himself + useful to his party; he had also made himself personally popular. To the + ease and cordiality of his happy address, he added the seemingly careless + candour so often mistaken for honesty; while, as there was nothing showy + or brilliant in his abilities or oratory—nothing that aspired far + above the pretensions of others, and aroused envy by mortifying self-love—he + created but little jealousy even amongst the rivals before whom he + obtained precedence. For some time, therefore, he went smoothly on, + continuing to rise in the estimation of his party, and commanding a + certain respect from the neutral public, by acknowledged and eminent + talents in the details of business; for his quickness of penetration, and + a logical habit of mind, enabled him to grapple with and generalize the + minutiae of official labour or of legislative enactments with a masterly + success. But as the road became clearer to his steps, his ambition became + more evident and daring. Naturally dictatorial and presumptuous, his early + suppleness to superiors was now exchanged for a self-willed pertinacity, + which often displeased the more haughty leaders of his party, and often + wounded the more vain. His pretensions were scanned with eyes more jealous + and less tolerant than at first. Proud aristocrats began to recollect that + a mushroom peerage was supported but by a scanty fortune; the men of more + dazzling genius began to sneer at the red-tape minister as a mere official + manager of details; he lost much of the personal popularity which had been + one secret of his power. But what principally injured him in the eyes of + his party and the public were certain ambiguous and obscure circumstances + connected with a short period when himself and his associates were thrown + out of office. At this time, it was noticeable that the journals of the + Government that succeeded were peculiarly polite to Lord Vargrave, while + they covered all his coadjutors with obloquy: and it was more than + suspected that secret negotiations between himself and the new ministry + were going on, when suddenly the latter broke up, and Lord Vargrave's + proper party were reinstated. The vague suspicions that attached to + Vargrave were somewhat strengthened in the opinion of the public by the + fact that he was at first left out of the restored administration; and + when subsequently, after a speech which showed that he could be + mischievous if not propitiated, he was readmitted, it was precisely to the + same office he had held before,—an office which did not admit him + into the Cabinet. Lumley, burning with resentment, longed to decline the + offer; but, alas! he was poor, and, what was worse, in debt; "his poverty, + but not his will, consented." He was reinstated; but though prodigiously + improved as a debater, he felt that he had not advanced as a public man. + His ambition inflamed by his discontent, he had, since his return to + office, strained every nerve to strengthen his position. He met the + sarcasms on his poverty by greatly increasing his expenditure, and by + advertising everywhere his engagement to an heiress whose fortune, great + as it was, he easily contrived to magnify. As his old house in Great + George Street—well fitted for the bustling commoner—was no + longer suited to the official and fashionable peer, he had, on his + accession to the title, exchanged that respectable residence for a large + mansion in Hamilton Place; and his sober dinners were succeeded by + splendid banquets. Naturally, he had no taste for such things; his mind + was too nervous, and his temper too hard, to take pleasure in luxury or + ostentation. But now, as ever he <i>acted upon a system</i>. Living in a + country governed by the mightiest and wealthiest aristocracy in the world, + which, from the first class almost to the lowest, ostentation pervades,—the + very backbone and marrow of society,—he felt that to fall far short + of his rivals in display was to give them an advantage which he could not + compensate either by the power of his connections or the surpassing + loftiness of his character and genius. Playing for a great game, and with + his eyes open to all the consequences, he cared not for involving his + private fortunes in a lottery in which a great prize might be drawn. To do + Vargrave justice, money with him had never been an object, but a means; he + was grasping, but not avaricious. If men much richer than Lord Vargrave + find State distinctions very expensive, and often ruinous, it is not to be + supposed that his salary, joined to so moderate a private fortune, could + support the style in which he lived. His income was already deeply + mortgaged, and debt accumulated upon debt. Nor had this man, so eminent + for the management of public business, any of that talent which springs + from <i>justice</i>, and makes its possessor a skilful manager of his own + affairs. Perpetually absorbed in intrigues and schemes, he was too much + engaged in cheating others on a large scale to have time to prevent being + himself cheated on a small one. He never looked into bills till he was + compelled to pay them; and he never calculated the amount of an expense + that seemed the least necessary to his purposes. But still Lord Vargrave + relied upon his marriage with the wealthy Evelyn to relieve him from all + his embarrassments; and if a doubt of the realization of that vision ever + occurred to him, still public life had splendid prizes. Nay, should he + fail with Miss Cameron, he even thought that, by good management, he might + ultimately make it worth while to his colleagues to purchase his absence + with the gorgeous bribe of the Governor-Generalship of India. + </p> + <p> + As oratory is an art in which practice and the dignity of station produce + marvellous improvement, so Lumley had of late made effects in the House of + Lords of which he had once been judged incapable. It is true that no + practice and no station can give men qualities in which they are wholly + deficient; but these advantages can bring out in the best light all the + qualities they <i>do</i> possess. The glow of a generous imagination, the + grasp of a profound statesmanship, the enthusiasm of a noble nature,—these + no practice could educe from the eloquence of Lumley Lord Vargrave, for he + had them not; but bold wit, fluent and vigorous sentences, effective + arrangement of parliamentary logic, readiness of retort, plausibility of + manner, aided by a delivery peculiar for self-possession and ease, a clear + and ringing voice (to the only fault of which, shrillness without passion, + the ear of the audience had grown accustomed), and a countenance + impressive from its courageous intelligence,—all these had raised + the promising speaker into the matured excellence of a nervous and + formidable debater. But precisely as he rose in the display of his + talents, did he awaken envies and enmities hitherto dormant. And it must + be added that, with all his craft and coldness, Lord Vargrave was often a + very dangerous and mischievous speaker for the interests of his party. His + colleagues had often cause to tremble when he rose: nay, even when the + cheers of his own faction shook the old tapestried walls. A man who has no + sympathy with the public must commit many and fatal indiscretions when the + public, as well as his audience, is to be his judge. Lord Vargrave's utter + incapacity to comprehend political morality, his contempt for all the + objects of social benevolence, frequently led him into the avowal of + doctrines, which, if they did not startle the men of the world whom he + addressed (smoothed away, as such doctrines were, by speciousness of + manner and delivery), created deep disgust in those even of his own + politics who read their naked exposition in the daily papers. Never did + Lord Vargrave utter one of those generous sentiments which, no matter + whether propounded by Radical or Tory, sink deep into the heart of the + people, and do lasting service to the cause they adorn. But no man + defended an abuse, however glaring, with a more vigorous championship, or + hurled defiance upon a popular demand with a more courageous scorn. In + some times, when the anti-popular principle is strong; such a leader may + be useful; but at the moment of which we treat he was a most equivocal + auxiliary. A considerable proportion of the ministers, headed by the + premier himself, a man of wise views and unimpeachable honour, had learned + to view Lord Vargrave with dislike and distrust. They might have sought to + get rid of him; but he was not one whom slight mortifications could induce + to retire of his own accord, nor was the sarcastic and bold debater a + person whose resentment and opposition could be despised. Lord Vargrave, + moreover, had secured a party of his own,—a party more formidable + than himself. He went largely into society; he was the special favourite + of the female diplomats, whose voices at that time were powerful + suffrages, and with whom, by a thousand links of gallantry and intrigue, + the agreeable and courteous minister formed a close alliance. All that <i>salons</i> + could do for him was done. Added to this, he was personally liked by his + royal master; and the Court gave him their golden opinions; while the + poorer, the corrupter, and the more bigoted portion of the ministry + regarded him with avowed admiration. + </p> + <p> + In the House of Commons, too, and in the bureaucracy, he had no + inconsiderable strength; for Lumley never contracted the habits of + personal abruptness and discourtesy common to men in power who wish to + keep applicants aloof. He was bland and conciliating to all men of ranks; + his intellect and self-complacency raised him far above the petty + jealousies that great men feel for rising men. Did any tyro earn the + smallest distinction in parliament, no man sought his acquaintance so + eagerly as Lord Vargrave; no man complimented, encouraged, "brought on" + the new aspirants of his party with so hearty a good will. + </p> + <p> + Such a minister could not fail of having devoted followers among the able, + the ambitious, and the vain. It must also be confessed that Lord Vargrave + neglected no baser and less justifiable means to cement his power by + placing it on the sure rock of self-interest. No jobbing was too gross for + him. He was shamefully corrupt in the disposition of his patronage; and no + rebuffs, no taunts from his official brethren, could restrain him from + urging the claims of any of his creatures upon the public purse. His + followers regarded this charitable selfishness as the stanchness and zeal + of friendship; and the ambition of hundreds was wound up in the ambition + of the unprincipled minister. + </p> + <p> + But besides the notoriety of his public corruption, Lord Vargrave was + secretly suspected by some of personal dishonesty,—suspected of + selling his State information to stock-jobbers, of having pecuniary + interests in some of the claims he urged with so obstinate a pertinacity. + And though there was not the smallest evidence of such utter abandonment + of honour, though it was probably but a calumnious whisper, yet the mere + suspicion of such practices served to sharpen the aversion of his enemies, + and justify the disgust of his rivals. + </p> + <p> + In this position now stood Lord Vargrave: supported by interested, but + able and powerful partisans; hated in the country, feared by some of those + with whom he served, despised by others, looked up to by the rest. It was + a situation that less daunted than delighted him; for it seemed to render + necessary and excuse the habits of scheming and manoeuvre which were so + genial to his crafty and plotting temper. Like an ancient Greek, his + spirit loved intrigue for intrigue's sake. Had it led to no end, it would + still have been sweet to him as a means. He rejoiced to surround himself + with the most complicated webs and meshes; to sit in the centre of a + million plots. He cared not how rash and wild some of them were. He relied + on his own ingenuity, promptitude, and habitual good fortune to make every + spring he handled conducive to the purpose of the machine—SELF. + </p> + <p> + His last visit to Lady Vargrave, and his conversation with Evelyn, had + left on his mind much dissatisfaction and fear. In the earlier years of + his intercourse with Evelyn, his good humour, gallantry, and presents had + not failed to attach the child to the agreeable and liberal visitor she + had been taught to regard as a relation. It was only as she grew up to + womanhood, and learned to comprehend the nature of the tie between them, + that she shrank from his familiarity; and then only had he learned to + doubt of the fulfilment of his uncle's wish. The last visit had increased + this doubt to a painful apprehension. He saw that he was not loved; he saw + that it required great address, and the absence of happier rivals, to + secure to him the hand of Evelyn; and he cursed the duties and the schemes + which necessarily kept him from her side. He had thought of persuading + Lady Vargrave to let her come to London, where he could be ever at hand; + and as the season was now set in, his representations on this head would + appear sensible and just. But then again this was to incur greater dangers + than those he would avoid. London!—a beauty and an heiress, in her + first <i>debut</i> in London! What formidable admirers would flock around + her! Vargrave shuddered to think of the gay, handsome, well-dressed, + seductive young <i>elegans</i>, who might seem, to a girl of seventeen, + suitors far more fascinating than the middle-aged politician. This was + perilous; nor was this all: Lord Vargrave knew that in London—gaudy, + babbling, and remorseless London—all that he could most wish to + conceal from the young lady would be dragged to day. He had been the + lover, not of one, but of a dozen women, for whom he did not care three + straws, but whose favour had served to strengthen him in society, or whose + influence made up for his own want of hereditary political connections. + The manner in which he contrived to shake off these various Ariadnes, + whenever it was advisable, was not the least striking proof of his + diplomatic abilities. He never left them enemies. According to his own + solution of the mystery, he took care never to play the gallant with + Dulcineas under a certain age. "Middle-aged women," he was wont to say, + "are very little different from middle-aged men; they see things sensibly, + and take things coolly." Now Evelyn could not be three weeks, perhaps + three days, in London, without learning of one or the other of these <i>liaisons</i>. + What an excuse, if she sought one, to break with him! Altogether, Lord + Vargrave was sorely perplexed, but not despondent. Evelyn's fortune was + more than ever necessary to him, and Evelyn he was resolved to obtain + since to that fortune she was an indispensable appendage. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + YOU shall be Horace, and Tibullus I.—POPE. +</pre> + <p> + LORD VARGRAVE was disturbed from his revery by the entrance of the Earl of + Saxingham. + </p> + <p> + "You are welcome!" said Lumley, "welcome!—the very man I wished to + see." + </p> + <p> + Lord Saxingham, who was scarcely altered since we met with him in the last + series of this work, except that he had grown somewhat paler and thinner, + and that his hair had changed from iron-gray to snow-white, threw himself + in the armchair beside Lumley, and replied,— + </p> + <p> + "Vargrave, it is really unpleasant, our finding ourselves always thus + controlled by our own partisans. I do not understand this new-fangled + policy, this squaring of measures to please the Opposition, and throwing + sops to that many-headed monster called Public Opinion. I am sure it will + end most mischievously." + </p> + <p> + "I am satisfied of it," returned Lord Vargrave. "All vigour and union seem + to have left us; and if they carry the ——- question against + us, I know not what is to be done." + </p> + <p> + "For my part, I shall resign," said Lord Saxingham, doggedly; "it is the + only alternative left to men of honour." + </p> + <p> + "You are wrong; I know another alternative." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "Make a Cabinet of our own. Look ye, my dear lord; you been ill-used; your + high character, your long experience, are treated with contempt. It is an + affront to you—the situation you hold. You, Privy Seal!—you + ought to be Premier; ay, and, if you are ruled by me, Premier you shall be + yet." + </p> + <p> + Lord Saxingham coloured, and breathed hard. + </p> + <p> + "You have often hinted at this before, Lumley; but you are so partial, so + friendly." + </p> + <p> + "Not at all. You saw the leading article in the ——- to-day? + That will be followed up by two evening papers within five hours of this + time. We have strength with the Press, with the Commons, with the Court,—only + let us hold fast together. This ——- question, by which they + hope to get rid of us, shall destroy them. You shall be Prime Minister + before the year is over—by Heaven, you shall!—and then, I + suppose, I too may be admitted to the Cabinet!" + </p> + <p> + "But how?—how, Lumley? You are too rash, too daring." + </p> + <p> + "It has not been my fault hitherto,—but boldness is caution in our + circumstances. If they throw us out now, I see the inevitable march of + events,—we shall be out for years, perhaps for life. The Cabinet + will recede more and more from our principles, our party. Now is the time + for a determined stand; now can we make or mar ourselves. I will not + resign; the king is with us; our strength shall be known. These haughty + imbeciles shall fall into the trap they have dug for us." + </p> + <p> + Lumley spoke warmly, and with the confidence of a mind firmly assured of + success. Lord Saxingham was moved; bright visions flashed across him,—the + premiership, a dukedom. Yet he was old and childless, and his honours + would die with the last lord of Saxingham! + </p> + <p> + "See," continued Lumley, "I have calculated our resources as accurately as + an electioneering agent would cast up the list of voters. In the Press, I + have secured ——- and ——-, and in the Commons we + have the subtle ——-, and the vigour of ——-, and + the popular name of ——-, and all the boroughs of ——-; + in the Cabinet we have ——-, and at Court you know our + strength. Let us choose our moment; a sudden <i>coup</i>, an interview + with the king, statement of our conscientious scruples to this atrocious + measure. I know the vain, stiff mind of the premier; <i>he</i> will lose + temper, he will tender his resignation; to his astonishment, it will be + accepted. You will be sent for; we will dissolve parliament; we will + strain every nerve in the elections; we shall succeed, I know we shall. + But be silent in the meanwhile, be cautious: let not a word escape you, + let them think us beaten; lull suspicion asleep; let us lament our + weakness, and hint, only hint at our resignation, but with assurances of + continued support. I know how to blind them, if you leave it to me." + </p> + <p> + The weak mind of the old earl was as a puppet in the hands of his bold + kinsman. He feared one moment, hoped another; now his ambition was + flattered, now his sense of honour was alarmed. There was something in + Lumley's intrigue to oust the government with which he served that had an + appearance of cunning and baseness, of which Lord Saxingham, whose + personal character was high, by no means approved. But Vargrave talked him + over with consummate address, and when they parted, the earl carried his + head two inches higher,—he was preparing himself for his rise in + life. + </p> + <p> + "That is well! that is well!" said Lumley, rubbing his hands when he was + left alone: "the old driveller will be my <i>locum tenens</i>, till years + and renown enable me to become his successor. Meanwhile, I shall be really + what he will be in name." + </p> + <p> + Here Lord Vargrave's well-fed servant, now advanced to the dignity of own + gentleman and house-steward, entered the room with a letter; it had a + portentous look; it was wafered, the paper was blue, the hand clerklike, + there was no envelope; it bore its infernal origin on the face of it,—IT + WAS A DUN'S. + </p> + <p> + Lumley opened the epistle with an impatient pshaw! The man, a silversmith + (Lumley's plate was much admired!) had applied for years in vain; the + amount was large, and execution was threatened! An execution!—it is + a trifle to a rich man; but no trifle to one suspected of being poor, one + straining at that very moment at so high an object, one to whom public + opinion was so necessary, one who knew that nothing but his title, and + scarcely that, saved him from the reputation of an adventurer! He must + again have recourse to the money-lenders,—his small estate was long + since too deeply mortgaged to afford new security. Usury, usury, again!—he + knew its price, and he sighed—but what was to be done? + </p> + <p> + "It is but for a few months, a few months, and Evelyn must be mine. + Saxingham has already lent me what he can; but he is embarrassed. This d——-d + office, what a tax it is! and the rascals say we are too well paid! I, + too, who could live happy in a garret, if this purse-proud England would + but allow one to exist within one's income. My fellow-trustee, the banker, + my uncle's old correspondent—all, well thought of! He knows the + conditions of the will; he knows that, at the worst, I must have thirty + thousand pounds, if I live a few months longer. I will go to him." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ANIMUM nunc hoc celerem, nunc dividit illuc.*—VIRGIL. + + * "Now this, now that, distracts the active mind." +</pre> + <p> + THE late Mr. Templeton had been a banker in a provincial town, which was + the centre of great commercial and agricultural activity and enterprise. + He had made the bulk of his fortune in the happy days of paper currency + and war. Besides his country bank he had a considerable share in a + metropolitan one of some eminence. At the time of his marriage with the + present Lady Vargrave he retired altogether from business, and never + returned to the place in which his wealth had been amassed. He had still + kept up a familiar acquaintance with the principal and senior partner of + the metropolitan bank I have referred to; for he was a man who always + loved to talk about money matters with those who understood them. This + gentleman, Mr. Gustavus Douce, had been named, with Lumley, joint trustee + to Evelyn's fortune. They had full powers to invest it in whatever stock + seemed most safe or advantageous. The trustees appeared well chosen, as + one, being destined to share the fortune, would have the deepest interest + in its security; and the other, from his habits and profession, would be a + most excellent adviser. + </p> + <p> + Of Mr. Douce, Lord Vargrave had seen but little; they were not thrown + together. But Lord Vargrave, who thought every rich man might, some time + or other, become a desirable acquaintance, regularly asked him once every + year to dinner; and twice in return he had dined with Mr. Douce, in one of + the most splendid villas, and off some of the most splendid plate it had + ever been his fortune to witness and to envy!—so that the little + favour he was about to ask was but a slight return for Lord Vargrave's + condescension. + </p> + <p> + He found the banker in his private sanctum, his carriage at the door; for + it was just four o'clock, an hour in which Mr. Douce regularly departed to + Caserta, as his aforesaid villa was somewhat affectedly styled. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Douce was a small man, a nervous man; he did not seem quite master of + his own limbs: when he bowed he seemed to be making you a present of his + legs; when he sat down, he twitched first on one side, then on the other, + thrust his hands into his pockets, then took them out, and looked at them, + as if in astonishment, then seized upon a pen, by which they were luckily + provided with incessant occupation. Meanwhile, there was what might fairly + be called a constant play of countenance: first he smiled, then looked + grave; now raised his eyebrows, till they rose like rainbows, to the + horizon of his pale, straw-coloured hair; and next darted them down, like + an avalanche, over the twinkling, restless, fluttering, little blue eyes, + which then became almost invisible. Mr. Douce had, in fact, all the + appearance of a painfully shy man, which was the more strange, as he had + the reputation of enterprise, and even audacity, in the business of his + profession, and was fond of the society of the great. + </p> + <p> + "I have called on you, my dear sir," said Lord Vargrave, after the + preliminary salutations, "to ask a little favour, which, if the least + inconvenient, have no hesitation in refusing. You know how I am situated + with regard to my ward, Miss Cameron; in a few months I hope she will be + Lady Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Douce showed three small teeth, which were all that, in the front of + his mouth, fate had left him; and then, as if alarmed at the indelicacy of + a smile upon such a subject, pushed back his chair, and twitched up his + blotting-paper-coloured trousers. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, in a few months I hope she will be Lady Vargrave; and you know then, + Mr. Douce, that I shall be in no want of money." + </p> + <p> + "I hope—that is to say, I am sure,—that—I trust that + never will be the ca-ca-case with your lordship," put in Mr. Douce, with + timid hesitation. Mr. Douce, in addition to his other good qualities, + stammered much in the delivery of his sentences. + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, but it is the case just at present; I have great need + of a few thousand pounds upon my personal security. My estate is already a + little mortgaged, and I don't wish to encumber it more; besides, the loan + would be merely temporary. You know that if at the age of eighteen Miss + Cameron refuses me (a supposition out of the question, but in business we + must calculate on improbabilities), I claim the forfeit she incurs,—thirty + thousand pounds; you remember." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes—that—is—upon my word—I—I don't + exactly—but—your lord—l-l-l-lord-lordship knows best—I + have been so—so busy—I forget the exact—hem—hem!" + </p> + <p> + "If you just turn to the will you will see it is as I say. Now, could you + conveniently place a few thousands to my account, just for a short time? + But I see you don't like it. Never mind, I can get it elsewhere; only, as + you were my poor uncle's friend—" + </p> + <p> + "Your lord—l-l-l-lordship is quite mistaken," said Mr. Douce, with + trembling agitation; "upon my word, yes, a few thou-thou-thousands—to + be sure—to be sure. Your lordship's banker is—is—" + </p> + <p> + "Drummond—disagreeable people—by no means obliging. I shall + certainly change to your house when my accounts are better worth keeping." + </p> + <p> + "You do me great—great honour; I will just—step—step—step + out for a moment—and—and speak to Mr. Dobs;—not but what + you may depend on.—Excuse me! 'Morning Chron-chron-Chronicle,' my + lord!" + </p> + <p> + Mr. Douce rose, as if by galvanism, and ran out of the room, spinning + round as he ran, to declare, again and again, that he would not be gone a + moment. + </p> + <p> + "Good little fellow, that—very like an electrified frog!" murmured + Vargrave, as he took up the "Morning Chronicle," so especially pointed out + to his notice; and turning to the leading article, read a very eloquent + attack on himself. Lumley was thick-skinned on such matters; he liked to + be attacked,—it showed that he was up in the world. + </p> + <p> + Presently Mr. Douce returned. To Lord Vargrave's amazement and delight, he + was informed that 10,000 pounds would be immediately lodged with Messrs. + Drummond. His bill of promise to pay in three months—five per cent + interest—was quite sufficient. Three months was a short date; but + the bill could be renewed on the same terms, from quarter to quarter, till + quite convenient to his lordship to pay. "Would Lord Vargrave do him the + honour to dine with him at Caserta next Monday?" + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave tried to affect apathy at his sudden accession of ready + money, but really it almost turned his head; he griped both Mr. Douce's + thin, little shivering hands, and was speechless with gratitude and + ecstasy. The sum, which doubled the utmost he expected, would relieve him + from all his immediate embarrassments. When he recovered his voice, he + thanked his dear Mr. Douce with a warmth that seemed to make the little + man shrink into a nutshell; and assured him that he would dine with him + every Monday in the year—if he was asked! He then longed to depart; + but he thought, justly, that to go as soon as he had got what he wanted + would look selfish. Accordingly, he reseated himself, and so did Mr. + Douce, and the conversation turned upon politics and news; but Mr. Douce, + who seemed to regard all things with a commercial eye, contrived, Vargrave + hardly knew how, to veer round from the change in the French ministry to + the state of the English money-market. + </p> + <p> + "It really is, indeed, my lord—I say it, I am sure, with concern, a + very bad ti-ti-ti-ti-time for men in business,—indeed, for all men; + such poor interest in the English fu-fun-funds, and yet speculations are + so unsound. I recommended my friend Sir Giles Grimsby to—to invest + some money in the American canals; a most rare + res-res-respons-reponsibility, I may say, for me; I am cautious in—in + recommending—but Sir Giles was an old friend,—con-con-connection, + I may say; but most providentially, all turned out—that is—fell + out—as I was sure it would,—thirty per cent,—and the + value of the sh-sh-sh-shares doubled. But such things are very rare,—quite + godsends, I may say!" + </p> + <p> + "Well, Mr. Douce, whenever I have money to lay out, I must come and + consult you." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be most happy at all times to—to advise your lordship; but + it is not a thing I'm very fond of. There's Miss Cameron's fortune quite + l-l-locked up,—three per cents and exchequer bills; why, it might + have been a mil-mil-million by this ti-ti-time, if the good old gentleman—I + beg pardon—old—old nobleman, my poor dear friend, had been now + alive!" + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" said Lumley, greedily, and pricking up his ears; "he was a good + manager, my uncle!" + </p> + <p> + "None better, none better. I may say a genius for busi—hem-hem! Miss + Cameron a young woman of bus-bus-business, my lord?" + </p> + <p> + "Not much of that, I fear. A million, did you say?" + </p> + <p> + "At least!—indeed, at least—money so scarce, speculation so + sure in America; great people the Americans, rising people, gi-gi-giants—giants!" + </p> + <p> + "I am wasting your whole morning,—too bad in me," said Vargrave, as + the clock struck five; "the Lords meet this evening,—important + business; once more a thousand thanks to you; good day." + </p> + <p> + "A very good day to you, my lord; don't mention it; glad at any time to + ser-ser-serve you," said Mr. Douce, fidgeting, curveting, and prancing + round Lord Vargrave, as the latter walked through the outer office to the + carriage. + </p> + <p> + "Not a step more; you will catch cold. Good-by—on Monday, then, + seven o'clock. The House of Lords." + </p> + <p> + And Lumley threw himself back in his carriage in high spirits. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + OUBLIE de Tullie, et brave du Senat.* + VOLTAIRE: <i>Brutus</i>, Act ii. sc. 1. + + * "Forgotten by Tully and bullied by the Senate." +</pre> + <p> + IN the Lords that evening the discussion was animated and prolonged,—it + was the last party debate of the session. The astute Opposition did not + neglect to bring prominently, though incidentally, forward the question on + which it was whispered that there existed some growing difference in the + Cabinet. Lord Vargrave rose late. His temper was excited by the good + fortune of his day's negotiation; he felt himself of more importance than + usual, as a needy man is apt to do when he has got a large sum at his + banker's; moreover, he was exasperated by some personal allusions to + himself, which had been delivered by a dignified old lord who dated his + family from the ark, and was as rich as Croesus. Accordingly, Vargrave + spoke with more than his usual vigour. His first sentences were welcomed + with loud cheers; he warmed, he grew vehement, he uttered the most + positive and unalterable sentiments upon the question alluded to, he + greatly transgressed the discretion which the heads of his party were + desirous to maintain,—instead of conciliating without compromising, + he irritated, galled, <i>and</i> compromised. The angry cheers of the + opposite party were loudly re-echoed by the cheers of the more hot-headed + on his own side. The premier and some of his colleagues observed, however, + a moody silence. The premier once took a note, and then reseated himself, + and drew his hat more closely over his brows. It was an ominous sign for + Lumley; but he was looking the Opposition in the face, and did not observe + it. He sat down in triumph; he had made a most effective and a most + mischievous speech,—a combination extremely common. The leader of + the Opposition replied to him with bitter calmness; and when citing some + of his sharp sentences, he turned to the premier, and asked, "Are these + opinions those also of the noble lord? I call for a reply,—I have a + right to demand a reply," Lumley was startled to hear the tone in which + his chief uttered the comprehensive and significant "<i>Hear, hear</i>!" + </p> + <p> + At midnight the premier wound up the debate; his speech was short, and + characterized by moderation. He came to the question put to him. The House + was hushed,—you might have heard a pin drop; the Commoners behind + the throne pressed forward with anxiety and eagerness on their + countenances. + </p> + <p> + "I am called upon," said the minister, "to declare if those sentiments, + uttered by my noble friend, are mine also, as the chief adviser of the + Crown. My lords, in the heat of debate every word is not to be + scrupulously weighed, and rigidly interpreted." ("Hear, hear," ironically + from the Opposition, approvingly from the Treasury benches.) "My noble + friend will doubtless be anxious to explain what he intended to say. I + hope, nay, I doubt not, that his explanation will be satisfactory to the + noble lord, to the House, and to the country; but since I am called upon + for a distinct reply to a distinct interrogatory, I will say at once, that + if those sentiments be rightly interpreted by the noble lord who spoke + last, those sentiments are not mine, and will never animate the conduct of + any cabinet of which I am a member." (Long-continued cheering from the + Opposition.) "At the same time, I am convinced that my noble friend's + meaning has not been rightly construed; and till I hear from himself to + the contrary, I will venture to state what I think he designed to convey + to your lordships." Here the premier, with a tact that nobody could be + duped by, but every one could admire, stripped Lord Vargrave's unlucky + sentences of every syllable that could give offence to any one; and left + the pointed epigrams and vehement denunciations a most harmless + arrangement of commonplace. + </p> + <p> + The House was much excited; there was a call for Lord Vargrave, and Lord + Vargrave promptly rose. It was one of those dilemmas out of which Lumley + was just the man to extricate himself with address. There was so much + manly frankness in his manner, there was so much crafty subtlety in his + mind! He complained, with proud and honest bitterness, of the construction + that had been forced upon his words by the Opposition. "If," he added (and + no man knew better the rhetorical effect of the <i>tu quoque</i> form of + argument),—"if every sentence uttered by the noble lord opposite in + his zeal for liberty had, in days now gone by, been construed with equal + rigour, or perverted with equal ingenuity, that noble lord had long since + been prosecuted as an incendiary, perhaps executed as a traitor!" Vehement + cheers from the ministerial benches; cries of "Order!" from the + Opposition. A military lord rose to order, and appealed to the Woolsack. + </p> + <p> + Lumley sat down as if chafed at the interruption; he had produced the + effect he had desired,—he had changed the public question at issue + into a private quarrel; a new excitement was created; dust was thrown into + the eyes of the House. Several speakers rose to accommodate matters; and + after half-an-hour of public time had been properly wasted, the noble lord + on the one side and the noble lord on the other duly explained, paid each + other the highest possible compliments, and Lumley was left to conclude + his vindication, which now seemed a comparatively flat matter after the + late explosion. He completed his task so as to satisfy, apparently, all + parties—for all parties were now tired of the thing, and wanted to + go to bed. But the next morning there were whispers about the town, + articles in the different papers, evidently by authority, rejoicings among + the Opposition, and a general feeling that though the Government might + keep together that session, its dissensions would break out before the + next meeting of parliament. + </p> + <p> + As Lumley was wrapping himself in his cloak after this stormy debate, the + Marquess of Raby—a peer of large possessions, and one who entirely + agreed with Lumley's views—came up to him, and proposed that they + should go home together in Lord Raby's carriage. Vargrave willingly + consented, and dismissed his own servants. + </p> + <p> + "You did that admirably, my dear Vargrave!" said Lord Raby, when they were + seated in the carriage. "I quite coincide in all your sentiments; I + declare my blood boiled when I heard ——- [the premier] appear + half inclined to throw you over. Your hit upon ——- was + first-rate,—he will not get over it for a month; and you extricated + yourself well." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you approve my conduct,—it comforts me," said Vargrave, + feelingly; "at the same time I see all the consequences; but I can brave + all for the sake of character and conscience." + </p> + <p> + "I feel just as you do!" replied Lord Raby, with some warmth; "and if I + thought that ——- meant to yield to this question, I should + certainly oppose his administration." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave shook his head, and held his tongue, which gave Lord Raby a high + idea of his discretion. + </p> + <p> + After a few more observations on political matters, Lord Raby invited + Lumley to pay him a visit at his country-seat. + </p> + <p> + "I am going to Knaresdean next Monday; you know we have races in the park, + and really they are sometimes good sport; at all events, it is a very + pretty sight. There will be nothing in the Lords now,—the recess is + just at hand; and if you can spare the time, Lady Raby and myself will be + delighted to see you." + </p> + <p> + "You may be sure, my dear lord, I cannot refuse your invitation; indeed, I + intended to visit your county next week. You know, perhaps, a Mr. Merton." + </p> + <p> + "Charles Merton?—to be sure; most respectable man, capital fellow, + the best parson in the county,—no cant, but thoroughly orthodox; he + certainly keeps in his brother, who, though a very active member, is what + I call a waverer on certain questions. Have you known Merton long?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know him at all as yet; my acquaintance is with his wife and + daughter,—a very fine girl, by the by. My ward, Miss Cameron, is + staying with them." + </p> + <p> + "Miss Cameron! Cameron—ah, I understand. I think I have heard that—But + gossip does not always tell the truth!" + </p> + <p> + Lumley smiled significantly, and the carriage now stopped at his door. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you will take a seat in our carriage on Monday?" said Lord Raby. + </p> + <p> + "Monday? Unhappily I am engaged; but on Tuesday your lordship may expect + me." + </p> + <p> + "Very well; the races begin on Wednesday: we shall have a full house. + Good-night." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + HOMUNCULI quanti sunt, cum recogito.*—PLAUTUS. + + * "When I reflect, how great your little men are in their own + consideration!" +</pre> + <p> + IT is obvious that for many reasons we must be brief upon the political + intrigue in which the scheming spirit of Lord Vargrave was employed. It + would, indeed, be scarcely possible to preserve the necessary medium + between too plain a revelation and too complex a disguise. It suffices, + therefore, very shortly to repeat what the reader has already gathered + from what has gone before; namely, that the question at issue was one + which has happened often enough in all governments,—one on which the + Cabinet was divided, and in which the weaker party was endeavouring to + out-trick the stronger. + </p> + <p> + The malcontents, foreseeing that sooner or later the head of the gathering + must break, were again divided among themselves whether to resign, or to + stay in and strive to force a resignation on their dissentient colleagues. + The richer and the more honest were for the former course; the poorer and + the more dependent for the latter. We have seen that the latter policy was + that espoused and recommended by Vargrave, who, though not in the Cabinet, + always contrived somehow or other to worm out its secrets. At the same + time he by no means rejected the other string to his bow. If it were + possible so to arrange and to strengthen his faction, that, by the <i>coup + d'etat</i> of a sudden resignation in a formidable body, the whole + Government might be broken up, and a new one formed from among the + resignees, it would obviously be the best plan. But then Lord Vargrave was + doubtful of his own strength, and fearful to play into the hands of his + colleagues, who might be able to stand even better without himself and his + allies, and by conciliating the Opposition take a step onward in political + movement,—which might leave Vargrave placeless and powerless for + years to come. + </p> + <p> + He repented his own rashness in the recent debate, which was, indeed, a + premature boldness that had sprung out of momentary excitement—for + the craftiest orator must be indiscreet sometimes. He spent the next few + days in alternately seeking to explain away to one party, and to sound, + unite, and consolidate the other. His attempts in the one quarter were + received by the premier with the cold politeness of an offended but + careful statesman, who believed just as much as he chose, and preferred + taking his own opportunity for a breach with a subordinate to risking any + imprudence by the gratification of resentment. In the last quarter, the + penetrating adventurer saw that his ground was more insecure than he had + anticipated. He perceived in dismay and secret rage that many of those + most loud in his favour while he was with the Government would desert him + the soonest if thrown out. Liked as a subordinate minister, he was viewed + with very different eyes the moment it was a question whether, instead of + cheering his sentiments, men should trust themselves to his guidance. Some + did not wish to displease the Government; others did not seek to weaken + but to correct them. One of his stanchest allies in the Commons was a + candidate for a peerage; another suddenly remembered that he was second + cousin to the premier. Some laughed at the idea of a puppet premier in + Lord Saxingham; others insinuated to Vargrave that he himself was not + precisely of that standing in the country which would command respect to a + new party, of which, if not the head, he would be the mouthpiece. For + themselves they knew, admired, and trusted him; but those d——-d + country gentlemen—and the dull public! + </p> + <p> + Alarmed, wearied, and disgusted, the schemer saw himself reduced to + submission, for the present at least; and more than ever he felt the + necessity of Evelyn's fortune to fall back upon, if the chance of the + cards should rob him of his salary. He was glad to escape for a + breathing-while from the vexations and harassments that beset him, and + looked forward with the eager interest of a sanguine and elastic mind—always + escaping from one scheme to another—to his excursion into B——-shire. + </p> + <p> + At the villa of Mr. Douce, Lord Vargrave met a young nobleman who had just + succeeded to a property not only large and unencumbered, but of a nature + to give him importance in the eyes of politicians. Situated in a very + small county, the estates of Lord Doltimore secured to his nomination at + least one of the representatives, while a little village at the back of + his pleasure-grounds constituted a borough, and returned two members to + parliament. Lord Doltimore, just returned from the Continent, had not even + taken his seat in the Lords; and though his family connections, such as + they were—and they were not very high, and by no means in the + fashion—were ministerial, his own opinions were as yet unrevealed. + </p> + <p> + To this young nobleman Lord Vargrave was singularly attentive. He was well + formed to attract men younger than himself, and he eminently succeeded in + his designs upon Lord Doltimore's affection. + </p> + <p> + His lordship was a small, pale man, with a very limited share of + understanding, supercilious in manner, elaborate in dress, not ill-natured + <i>au fond</i>, and with much of the English gentleman in his disposition,—that + is, he was honourable in his ideas and actions, whenever his natural + dulness and neglected education enabled him clearly to perceive (through + the midst of prejudices, the delusions of others, and the false lights of + the dissipated society in which he had lived) what was right and what + wrong. But his leading characteristics were vanity and conceit. He had + lived much with younger sons, cleverer than himself, who borrowed his + money, sold him their horses, and won from him at cards. In return they + gave him all that species of flattery which young men <i>can</i> give with + so hearty an appearance of cordial admiration. "You certainly have the + best horses in Paris. You are really a devilish good fellow, Doltimore. + Oh, do you know, Doltimore, what little Desire says of you? You have + certainly turned the girl's head." + </p> + <p> + This sort of adulation from one sex was not corrected by any great + acerbity from the other. Lord Doltimore at the age of twenty-two was a + very good <i>parti</i>; and, whatever his other deficiencies, he had sense + enough to perceive that he received much greater attention—whether + from opera-dancers in search of a friend, or virtuous young ladies in + search of a husband—than any of the companions, good-looking though + many of them were, with whom he had habitually lived. + </p> + <p> + "You will not long remain in town now the season is over?" said Vargrave, + as after dinner he found himself, by the departure of the ladies, next to + Lord Doltimore. + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed; even in the season I don't much like London. Paris has rather + spoiled me for any other place." + </p> + <p> + "Paris is certainly very charming; the ease of French life has a + fascination that our formal ostentation wants. Nevertheless, to a man like + you, London must have many attractions." + </p> + <p> + "Why, I have a good many friends here; but still, after Ascot, it rather + bores me." + </p> + <p> + "Have you any horses on the turf?" + </p> + <p> + "Not yet; but Legard (you know Legard, perhaps,—a very good fellow) + is anxious that I should try my luck. I was very fortunate in the races at + Paris—you know we have established racing there. The French take to + it quite naturally." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, indeed! It is so long since I have been in Paris—most exciting + amusement! <i>A propos</i> of races, I am going down to Lord Raby's + to-morrow; I think I saw in one of the morning papers that you had very + largely backed a horse entered at Knaresdean." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Thunderer—I think of buying Thunderer. Legard—Colonel + Legard (he was in the Guards, but he sold out)—is a good judge, and + recommends the purchase. How very odd that you too should be going to + Knaresdean!" + </p> + <p> + "Odd, indeed, but most lucky! We can go together, if you are not better + engaged." + </p> + <p> + Lord Doltimore coloured and hesitated. On the one hand he was a little + afraid of being alone with so clever a man; on the other hand, it was an + honour,—it was something for him to talk of to Legard. Nevertheless, + the shyness got the better of the vanity. He excused himself; he feared he + was engaged to take down Legard. + </p> + <p> + Lumley smiled, and changed the conversation; and so agreeable did he make + himself, that when the party broke up, and Lumley had just shaken hands + with his host, Doltimore came to him, and said in a little confusion,— + </p> + <p> + "I think I can put off Legard—if—if you—" + </p> + <p> + "That's delightful! What time shall we start?—need not get down much + before dinner—one o'clock?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes! not too long before dinner; one o'clock will be a little too + early." + </p> + <p> + "Two then. Where are you staying?" + </p> + <p> + "At Fenton's." + </p> + <p> + "I will call for you. Good-night! I long to see Thunderer!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + LA sante de l'ame n'est pas plus assuree que celle du corps; + et quoique l'on paraisse eloigne des passions, on n'est pas + moins en danger de s'y laisser emporter que de tomber malade + quand on se porte bien.*—LA ROCHEFOUCAULD. + + * "The health of the soul is not more sure than that of the + body; and although we may appear free from passions, there + is not the less danger of their attack than of falling sick + at the moment we are well." +</pre> + <p> + IN spite of the efforts of Maltravers to shun all occasions of meeting + Evelyn, they were necessarily sometimes thrown together in the round of + provincial hospitalities; and certainly, if either Mr. Merton or Caroline + (the shrewder observer of the two) had ever formed any suspicion that + Evelyn had made a conquest of Maltravers, his manner at such times + effectually removed it. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers was a man to feel deeply, but no longer a boy to yield to every + tempting impulse. I have said that FORTITUDE was his favourite virtue, but + fortitude is the virtue of great and rare occasions; there was another, + equally hard-favoured and unshowy, which he took as the staple of active + and every-day duties, and that virtue was JUSTICE. Now, in earlier life, + he had been enamoured of the conventional Florimel that we call HONOUR,—a + shifting and shadowy phantom, that is but the reflex of the opinion of the + time and clime. But justice has in it something permanent and solid; and + out of justice arises the real not the false honour. + </p> + <p> + "Honour!" said Maltravers,—"honour is to justice as the flower to + the plant,—its efflorescence, its bloom, its consummation! But + honour that does not spring from justice is but a piece of painted rag, an + artificial rose, which the men-milliners of society would palm upon us as + more natural than the true." + </p> + <p> + This principle of justice Maltravers sought to carry out in all things—not, + perhaps, with constant success; for what practice can always embody + theory?—but still, at least his endeavour at success was constant. + This, perhaps, it was which had ever kept him from the excesses to which + exuberant and liberal natures are prone, from the extravagances of + pseudo-genius. + </p> + <p> + "No man, for instance," he was wont to say, "can be embarrassed in his own + circumstances, and not cause embarrassment to others. Without economy, who + can be just? And what are charity, generosity, but the poetry and the + beauty of justice?" + </p> + <p> + No man ever asked Maltravers twice for a just debt; and no man ever once + asked him to fulfil a promise. You felt that, come what would, you might + rely upon his word. To him might have been applied the witty eulogium + passed by Johnson upon a certain nobleman: "If he had promised you an + acorn, and the acorn season failed in England, he would have sent to + Norway for one!" + </p> + <p> + It was not, therefore, the mere Norman and chivalrous spirit of honour, + which he had worshipped in youth as a part of the Beautiful and the + Becoming, but which in youth had yielded to temptation, as a <i>sentiment</i> + ever must yield to a passion, but it was the more hard, stubborn, and + reflective <i>principle</i>, which was the later growth of deeper and + nobler wisdom, that regulated the conduct of Maltravers in this crisis of + his life. Certain it is, that he had never but once loved as he loved + Evelyn; and yet that he never yielded so little to the passion. + </p> + <p> + "If engaged to another," thought he, "that engagement it is not for a + third person to attempt to dissolve. I am the last to form a right + judgment of the strength or weakness of the bonds which unite her to + Vargrave, for my emotions would prejudice me despite myself. I may fancy + that her betrothed is not worthy of her,—but that is for her to + decide. While the bond lasts, who can be justified in tempting her to + break it?" + </p> + <p> + Agreeably to these notions, which the world may, perhaps, consider + overstrained, whenever Maltravers met Evelyn, he intrenched himself in a + rigid and almost a chilling formality. How difficult this was with one so + simple and ingenuous! Poor Evelyn! she thought she had offended him; she + longed to ask him her offence,—perhaps, in her desire to rouse his + genius into exertion, she had touched some secret sore, some latent wound + of the memory? She recalled all their conversations again and again. Ah, + why could they not be renewed? Upon her fancy and her thoughts Maltravers + had made an impression not to be obliterated. She wrote more frequently + than ever to Lady Vargrave, and the name of Maltravers was found in every + page of her correspondence. + </p> + <p> + One evening, at the house of a neighbour, Miss Cameron (with the Mertons) + entered the room almost in the same instant as Maltravers. The party was + small, and so few had yet arrived that it was impossible for Maltravers, + without marked rudeness, to avoid his friends from the rectory; and Mrs. + Merton, placing herself next to Evelyn, graciously motioned to Maltravers + to occupy the third vacant seat on the sofa, of which she filled the + centre. + </p> + <p> + "We grudge all your improvements, Mr. Maltravers, since they cost us your + society. But we know that our dull circle must seem tame to one who has + seen so much. However, we expect to offer you an inducement soon in Lord + Vargrave. What a lively, agreeable person he is!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers raised his eyes to Evelyn, calmly and penetratingly, at the + latter part of this speech. He observed that she turned pale, and sighed + involuntarily. + </p> + <p> + "He had great spirits when I knew him," said he; "and he had then less + cause to make him happy." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton smiled, and turned rather pointedly towards Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers continued, "I never met the late lord. He had none of the + vivacity of his nephew, I believe." + </p> + <p> + "I have heard that he was very severe," said Mrs. Merton, lifting her + glass towards a party that had just entered. + </p> + <p> + "Severe!" exclaimed Evelyn. "Ah, if you could have known him! the kindest, + the most indulgent—no one ever loved me as he did." She paused, for + she felt her lip quiver. + </p> + <p> + "I beg your pardon, my dear," said Mrs. Merton, coolly. Mrs. Merton had no + idea of the pain inflicted by <i>treading upon a feeling</i>. Maltravers + was touched, and Mrs. Merton went on. "No wonder he was kind to you, + Evelyn,—a brute would be that; but he was generally considered a + stern man." + </p> + <p> + "I never saw a stern look, I never heard a harsh word; nay, I do not + remember that he ever even used the word 'command,'" said Evelyn, almost + angrily. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton was about to reply, when suddenly seeing a lady whose little + girl had been ill of the measles, her motherly thoughts flowed into a new + channel, and she fluttered away in that sympathy which unites all the + heads of a growing family. Evelyn and Maltravers were left alone. + </p> + <p> + "You do not remember your father, I believe?" said Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "No father but Lord Vargrave; while he lived, I never knew the loss of + one." + </p> + <p> + "Does your mother resemble you?" + </p> + <p> + "Ah, I wish I could think so; it is the sweetest countenance!" + </p> + <p> + "Have you no picture of her?" + </p> + <p> + "None; she would never consent to sit." + </p> + <p> + "Your father was a Cameron; I have known some of that name." + </p> + <p> + "No relation of ours: my mother says we have none living." + </p> + <p> + "And have we no chance of seeing Lady Vargrave in B——-shire?" + </p> + <p> + "She never leaves home; but I hope to return soon to Brook-Green." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers sighed, and the conversation took a new turn. + </p> + <p> + "I have to thank you for the books you so kindly sent; I ought to have + returned them ere this," said Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "I have no use for them. Poetry has lost its charm for me,—especially + that species of poetry which unites with the method and symmetry something + of the coldness of Art. How did you like Alfieri?" + </p> + <p> + "His language is a kind of Spartan French," answered Evelyn, in one of + those happy expressions which every now and then showed the quickness of + her natural talent. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Maltravers, smiling, "the criticism is acute. Poor Alfieri! in + his wild life and his stormy passions he threw out all the redundance of + his genius; and his poetry is but the representative of his thoughts, not + his emotions. Happier the man of genius who lives upon his reason, and + wastes feeling only on his verse!" + </p> + <p> + "You do not think that we <i>waste</i> feeling upon human beings?" said + Evelyn, with a pretty laugh. + </p> + <p> + "Ask me that question when you have reached my years, and can look upon + fields on which you have lavished your warmest hopes, your noblest + aspirations, your tenderest affections, and see the soil all profitless + and barren. 'Set not your heart on the things of earth,' saith the + Preacher." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was affected by the tone, the words, and the melancholy countenance + of the speaker. "You, of all men, ought not to think thus," said she, with + a sweet eagerness; "you who have done so much to awaken and to soften the + heart in others; you—who—" she stopped short, and added, more + gravely. "Ah, Mr. Maltravers, I cannot reason with you, but I can hope you + will refute your own philosophy." + </p> + <p> + "Were your wish fulfilled," answered Maltravers, almost with sternness, + and with an expression of great pain in his compressed lips, "I should + have to thank you for much misery." He rose abruptly, and turned away. + </p> + <p> + "How have I offended him?" thought Evelyn, sorrowfully; "I never speak but + to wound him. What <i>have</i> I done?" + </p> + <p> + She could have wished, in her simple kindness, to follow him, and make + peace; but he was now in a coterie of strangers; and shortly afterwards he + left the room, and she did not see him again for weeks. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + NIHIL est aliud magnum quam multa minuta.*—VETUS. AUCTOR. + + * "There is nothing so great as the collection of the minute." +</pre> + <p> + AN anxious event disturbed the smooth current of cheerful life at Merton + Rectory. One morning when Evelyn came down, she missed little Sophy, who + had contrived to establish for herself the undisputed privilege of a stool + beside Miss Cameron at breakfast. Mrs. Merton appeared with a graver face + than usual. Sophy was unwell, was feverish; the scarlet fever had been in + the neighbourhood. Mrs. Merton was very uneasy. + </p> + <p> + "It is the more unlucky, Caroline," added the mother, turning to Miss + Merton, "because to-morrow, you know, we were to have spent a few days at + Knaresdean to see the races. If poor Sophy does not get better, I fear you + and Miss Cameron must go without me. I can send to Mrs. Hare to be your + chaperon; she would be delighted." + </p> + <p> + "Poor Sophy!" said Caroline; "I am very sorry to hear she is unwell; but I + think Taylor would take great care of her; you surely need not stay, + unless she is much worse." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Merton, who, tame as she seemed, was a fond and attentive mother, + shook her head and said nothing; but Sophy was much worse before noon. The + doctor was sent for, and pronounced it to be the scarlet fever. + </p> + <p> + It was now necessary to guard against the infection. Caroline had had the + complaint, and she willingly shared in her mother's watch of love for two + or three hours. Mrs. Merton gave up the party. Mrs. Hare (the wife of a + rich squire in the neighbourhood) was written to, and that lady willingly + agreed to take charge of Caroline and her friend. + </p> + <p> + Sophy had been left asleep. When Mrs. Merton returned to her bed, she + found Evelyn quietly stationed there. This alarmed her, for Evelyn had + never had the scarlet fever, and had been forbidden the sick-room. But + poor little Sophy had waked and querulously asked for her dear Evy; and + Evy, who had been hovering round the room, heard the inquiry from the + garrulous nurse, and come in she would; and the child gazed at her so + beseechingly, when Mrs. Merton entered, and said so piteously, "Don't take + Evy away," that Evelyn stoutly declared that she was not the least afraid + of infection, and stay she must. Nay, her share in the nursing would be + the more necessary since Caroline was to go to Knaresdean the next day. + </p> + <p> + "But you go too, my dear Miss Cameron?" + </p> + <p> + "Indeed I could not. I don't care for races, I never wished to go, I would + much sooner have stayed; and I am sure Sophy will not get well without me,—will + you, dear?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, yes; if I'm to keep you from the nice races, I should be worse + if I thought that." + </p> + <p> + "But I don't like the nice races, Sophy, as your sister Carry does; she + must go,—they can't do without her; but nobody knows me, so I shall + not be missed." + </p> + <p> + "I can't hear of such a thing," said Mrs. Merton, with tears in her eyes; + and Evelyn said no more then. But the next morning Sophy was still worse, + and the mother was too anxious and too sad to think more of ceremony and + politeness, so Evelyn stayed. + </p> + <p> + A momentary pang shot across Evelyn's breast when all was settled; but she + suppressed the sigh which accompanied the thought that she had lost the + only opportunity she might have for weeks of seeing Maltravers. To that + chance she had indeed looked forward with interest and timid pleasure. The + chance was lost; but why should it vex her,—what was he to her? + </p> + <p> + Caroline's heart smote her, as she came into the room in her lilac bonnet + and new dress; and little Sophy, turning on her eyes which, though + languid, still expressed a child's pleasure at the sight of finery, + exclaimed, "How nice and pretty you look, Carry! Do take Evy with you,—Evy + looks pretty too!" + </p> + <p> + Caroline kissed the child in silence, and paused irresolute; glanced at + her dress, and then at Evelyn, who smiled on her without a thought of + envy; and she had half a mind to stay too, when her mother entered with a + letter from Lord Vargrave. It was short: he should be at the Knaresdean + races, hoped to meet them there, and accompany them home. This information + re-decided Caroline, while it rewarded Evelyn. In a few minutes more, Mrs. + Hare arrived; and Caroline, glad to escape, perhaps, her own compunction, + hurried into the carriage, with a hasty "God bless you all! Don't fret—I'm + sure she will be well to-morrow; and mind, Evelyn, you don't catch the + fever!" Mr. Merton looked grave and sighed, as he handed her into the + carriage; but when, seated there, she turned round and kissed her hand at + him, she looked so handsome and distinguished, that a sentiment of + paternal pride smoothed down his vexation at her want of feeling. He + himself gave up the visit; but a little time after, when Sophy fell into a + tranquil sleep, he thought he might venture to canter across the country + to the race-ground, and return to dinner. + </p> + <p> + Days—nay, a whole week passed, the races were over, but Caroline had + not returned. Meanwhile, Sophy's fever left her; she could quit her bed, + her room; she could come downstairs now, and the family was happy. It is + astonishing how the least ailment in those little things stops the wheels + of domestic life! Evelyn fortunately had not caught the fever: she was + pale, and somewhat reduced by fatigue and confinement; but she was amply + repaid by the mother's swimming look of quiet gratitude, the father's + pressure of the hand, Sophy's recovery, and her own good heart. They had + heard twice from Caroline, putting off her return: Lady Raby was so kind, + she could not get away till the party broke up; she was so glad to hear + such an account of Sophy. + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave had not yet arrived at the rectory to stay; but he had twice + ridden over, and remained there some hours. He exerted himself to the + utmost to please Evelyn; and she—who, deceived by his manners, and + influenced by the recollections of long and familiar acquaintance, was + blinded to his real character—reproached herself more bitterly than + ever for her repugnance to his suit and her ungrateful hesitation to obey + the wishes of her stepfather. + </p> + <p> + To the Mertons, Lumley spoke with good-natured praise of Caroline; she was + so much admired; she was the beauty at Knaresdean. A certain young friend + of his, Lord Doltimore, was evidently smitten. The parents thought much + over the ideas conjured up by that last sentence. + </p> + <p> + One morning, the garrulous Mrs. Hare, the gossip of the neighbourhood, + called at the rectory; she had returned, two days before, from Knaresdean; + and she, too, had her tale to tell of Caroline's conquests. + </p> + <p> + "I assure you, my dear Mrs. Merton, if we had not all known that his heart + was pre-occupied, we should have thought that Lord Vargrave was her + warmest admirer. Most charming man, Lord Vargrave! but as for Lord + Doltimore, it was quite a flirtation. Excuse <i>me</i>: no scandal, you + know, ha, ha! a fine young man, but stiff and reserved,—not the + fascination of Lord Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + "Does Lord Raby return to town, or is he now at Knaresdean for the + autumn?" + </p> + <p> + "He goes on Friday, I believe: very few of the guests are left now. Lady + A. and Lord B., and Lord Vargrave and your daughter, and Mr. Legard and + Lord Doltimore, and Mrs. and the Misses Cipher; all the rest went the same + day I did." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" said Mrs. Merton, in some surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, I read your thoughts: you wonder that Miss Caroline has not come + back,—is not that it? But perhaps Lord Doltimore—ha, ha!—no + scandal now—do excuse <i>me</i>!" + </p> + <p> + "Was Mr. Maltravers at Knaresdean?" asked Mrs. Merton, anxious to change + the subject, and unprepared with any other question. Evelyn was cutting + out a paper horse for Sophy, who—all her high spirits flown—was + lying on the sofa, and wistfully following her fairy fingers. "Naughty + Evy, you have cut off the horse's head!" + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Maltravers? No, I think not; no, he was not there. Lord Raby asked + him pointedly to come, and was, I know, much disappointed that he did not. + But <i>a propos</i> of Mr. Maltravers: I met him not a quarter of an hour + ago, this morning, as I was coming to you. You know we have leave to come + through his park, and as I was in the park at the time, I stopped the + carriage to speak to him. I told him that I was coming here, and that you + had had the scarlet fever in the house, which was the reason you had not + gone to the races; and he turned quite pale, and seemed so alarmed. I said + we were all afraid that Miss Cameron should catch it; and, excuse me—ah, + ah!—no scandal, I hope—but—" + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Maltravers," said the butler, throwing open the door. Maltravers + entered with a quick and even a hurried step. He stopped short when he saw + Evelyn; and his whole countenance was instantly lightened up by a joyous + expression, which as suddenly died away. + </p> + <p> + "This is kind, indeed," said Mrs. Merton; "it is so long since we have + seen you." + </p> + <p> + "I have been very much occupied," muttered Maltravers, almost inaudibly, + and seated himself next Evelyn. "I only just heard—that—that + you had sickness in the house. Miss Cameron, you look pale—you—you + have not suffered, I hope?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I am quite well," said Evelyn, with a smile; and she felt happy that + her friend was kind to her once more. + </p> + <p> + "It's only me, Mr. Ernest," said Sophy; "you have forgot me." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers hastened to vindicate himself from the charge, and Sophy and he + were soon made excellent friends again. Mrs. Hare, whom surprise at this + sudden meeting had hitherto silenced, and who longed to shape into elegant + periphrasis the common adage, "Talk of," etc., now once more opened her + budget. She tattled on, first to one, then to the other, then to all, till + she had tattled herself out of breath; and then the orthodox half-hour was + expired, and the bell was rung, and the carriage ordered, and Mrs. Hare + rose to depart. + </p> + <p> + "Do just come to the door, Mrs. Merton," said she, "and look at my + pony-phaeton, it is so pretty; Lady Raby admires it so much; you ought to + have just such another." As she spoke, she favoured Mrs. Merton with a + significant glance, that said, as plainly as glance could say, "I have + something to communicate." Mrs. Merton took the hint, and followed the + good lady out of the room. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know, my dear Mrs. Merton," said Mrs. Hare, in a whisper, when + they were safe in the billiard-room, that interposed between the apartment + they had left and the hall; "do you know whether Lord Vargrave and Mr. + Maltravers are very good friends?" + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed; why do you ask?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, because when I was speaking to Lord Vargrave about him, he shook his + head; and really I don't remember what his lordship said, but he seemed to + speak as if there was a little soreness. And then he inquired very + anxiously if Mr. Maltravers was much at the rectory; and looked + discomposed when he found you were such near neighbours. You'll excuse me, + you know—ha, ha! but we're such old friends!—and if Lord + Vargrave is coming to stay here, it might be unpleasant to meet—you'll + excuse <i>me</i>. I took the liberty to tell him he need not be jealous of + Mr. Maltravers—ha, ha!—not a marrying man at all. But I did + think Miss Caroline was the attraction—you'll excuse me—no + scandal—ha, ha! But, after all, Lord Doltimore must be the man. + Well, good morning, I thought I'd just give you this hint. Is not the + phaeton pretty? Kind compliments to Mr. Merton." + </p> + <p> + And the lady drove off. + </p> + <p> + During this confabulation, Maltravers and Evelyn were left alone with + Sophy. Maltravers had continued to lean over the child, and appeared + listening to her prattle; while Evelyn, having risen to shake hands with + Mrs. Hare, did not reseat herself, but went to the window, and busied + herself with a flower-stand in the recess. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, very fine, Mr. Ernest," said Sophy—(always pronouncing that + proper name as if it ended in <i>th</i>), "you care very much for us to + stay away so long,—don't he, Evy? I've a great mind not to speak to + you, sir, that I have!" + </p> + <p> + "That would be too heavy a punishment, Miss Sophy, only, luckily, it would + punish yourself; you could not live without talking—talk—talk—talk!" + </p> + <p> + "But I might never have talked more, Mr. Ernest, if Mamma and pretty Evy + had not been so kind to me;" and the child shook her head mournfully, as + if she had <i>pitie de soi-meme</i>. "But you won't stay away so long + again, will you? Sophy play to-morrow; come to-morrow, and swing Sophy; no + nice swinging since you've been gone." + </p> + <p> + While Sophy spoke Evelyn turned half round, as if to hear Maltravers + answer; he hesitated, and Evelyn spoke. + </p> + <p> + "You must not tease Mr. Maltravers so; Mr. Maltravers has too much to do + to come to us." + </p> + <p> + Now this was a very pettish speech in Evelyn, and her cheek glowed while + she spoke; but an arch, provoking smile was on her lips. + </p> + <p> + "It can be a privation only to me, Miss Cameron," said Maltravers, rising, + and attempting in vain to resist the impulse that drew him towards the + window. The reproach in her tone and words at once pained and delighted + him; and then this scene, the suffering child, brought back to him his + first interview with Evelyn herself. He forgot, for the moment, the lapse + of time, the new ties she had formed, his own resolutions. + </p> + <p> + "That is a bad compliment to us," answered Evelyn, ingenuously; "do you + think we are so little worthy your society as not to value it? But, + perhaps" (she added, sinking her voice) "perhaps you have been offended—perhaps + I—I—said—something that—that hurt you!" + </p> + <p> + "You!" repeated Maltravers, with emotion. + </p> + <p> + Sophy, who had been attentively listening, here put in, "Shake hands and + make it up with Evy—you've been quarrelling, naughty Ernest!" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn laughed, and tossed back her sunny ringlets. "I think Sophy is + right," said she, with enchanting simplicity; "let us make it up," and she + held out her hand to Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers pressed the fair hand to his lips. "Alas!" said he, affected + with various feelings which gave a tremor to his deep voice, "your only + fault is that your society makes me discontented with my solitary home; + and as solitude must be my fate in life, I seek to inure myself to it + betimes." + </p> + <p> + Here—whether opportunely or not, it is for the reader to decide—Mrs. + Merton returned to the room. + </p> + <p> + She apologized for her absence, talked of Mrs. Hare and the little Master + Hares,—fine boys, but noisy; and then she asked Maltravers if he had + seen Lord Vargrave since his lordship had been in the county. Maltravers + replied, with coldness, that he had not had that honour: that Vargrave had + called on him in his way from the rectory the other day, but that he was + from home, and that he had not seen him for some years. + </p> + <p> + "He is a person of most prepossessing manners," said Mrs. Merton. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly,—most prepossessing." + </p> + <p> + "And very clever." + </p> + <p> + "He has great talents." + </p> + <p> + "He seems most amiable." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers bowed, and glanced towards Evelyn, whose face, however, was + turned from him. + </p> + <p> + The turn the conversation had taken was painful to the visitor, and he + rose to depart. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps," said Mrs. Merton, "you will meet Lord Vargrave at dinner + to-morrow; he will stay with us a few days,—as long as he can be + spared." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers meet Lord Vargrave! the happy Vargrave, the betrothed to + Evelyn! Maltravers witness the familiar rights, the enchanting privileges, + accorded to another! and that other one whom he could not believe worthy + of Evelyn! He writhed at the picture the invitation conjured up. + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, my dear Mrs. Merton, but I expect a visitor at + Burleigh,—an old and dear friend, Mr. Cleveland." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Cleveland!—we shall be delighted to see him too. We knew him + many years ago, during your minority, when he used to visit Burleigh two + or three times a year." + </p> + <p> + "He is changed since then; he is often an invalid. I fear I cannot answer + for him; but he will call as soon as he arrives, and apologize for + himself." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers then hastily took his departure. He would not trust himself to + do more than bow distantly to Evelyn; she looked at him reproachfully. So, + then, it was really premeditated and resolved upon—his absence from + the rectory; and why? She was grieved, she was offended—but more + grieved than offended,—perhaps because esteem, interest, admiration, + are more tolerant and charitable than love. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Arethusa</i>. 'Tis well, my lord, your courting of ladies. + + ...... + + <i>Claremont</i>. Sure this lady has a good turn done her against + her will. + + PHILASTER. +</pre> + <p> + In the breakfast-room at Knaresdean, the same day, and almost at the same + hour, in which occurred the scene and conversation at the rectory recorded + in our last chapter, sat Lord Vargrave and Caroline alone. The party had + dispersed, as was usual, at noon. They heard at a distance the sounds of + the billiard-balls. Lord Doltimore was playing with Colonel Legard, one of + the best players in Europe, but who, fortunately for Doltimore, had of + late made it a rule never to play for money. Mrs. and the Misses Cipher, + and most of the guests, were in the billiard-room looking on. Lady Raby + was writing letters, and Lord Raby riding over his home farm. Caroline and + Lumley had been for some time in close and earnest conversation. Miss + Merton was seated in a large armchair, much moved, with her handkerchief + to her eyes. Lord Vargrave, with his back to the chimney-piece, was + bending down and speaking in a very low voice, while his quick eye + glanced, ever and anon, from the lady's countenance to the windows, to the + doors, to be prepared against any interruption. + </p> + <p> + "No, my dear friend," said he, "believe me that I am sincere. My feelings + for you are, indeed, such as no words can paint." + </p> + <p> + "Then why—" + </p> + <p> + "Why wish you wedded to another; why wed another myself? Caroline, I have + often before explained to you that we are in this the victims of an + inevitable fate. It is absolutely necessary that I should wed Miss + Cameron. I never deceived you from the first. I should have loved her,—my + heart would have accompanied my hand, but for your too seductive beauty, + your superior mind!—yes, Caroline, your mind attracted me more than + your beauty. Your mind seemed kindred to my own,—inspired with the + proper and wise ambition which regards the fools of the world as puppets, + as counters, as chessmen. For myself, a very angel from heaven could not + make me give up the great game of life, yield to my enemies, slip from the + ladder, unravel the web I have woven! Share my heart, my friendship, my + schemes! this is the true and dignified affection that should exist + between minds like ours; all the rest is the prejudice of children." + </p> + <p> + "Vargrave, I am ambitious, worldly: I own it; but I could give up all for + you!" + </p> + <p> + "You think so, for you do not know the sacrifice. You see me now + apparently rich, in power, courted; and this fate you are willing to + share; and this fate you <i>should</i> share, were it the real one I could + bestow on you. But reverse the medal. Deprived of office, fortune gone, + debts pressing, destitution notorious, the ridicule of embarrassments, the + disrepute attached to poverty and defeated ambition, an exile in some + foreign town on the poor pension to which alone I should be entitled, a + mendicant on the public purse; and that, too, so eaten into by demands and + debts, that there is not a grocer in the next market-town who would envy + the income of the retired minister! Retire, fallen, despised, in the prime + of life, in the zenith of my hopes! Suppose that I could bear this for + myself, could I bear it for you? <i>You</i>, born to be the ornament of + courts! And you could you see me thus—life embittered, career lost—and + feel, generous as you are, that your love had entailed on me, on us both, + on our children, this miserable lot! Impossible, Caroline! we are too wise + for such romance. It is not because we love too little, but because our + love is worthy of each other, that we disdain to make love a curse! We + cannot wrestle against the world, but we may shake hands with it, and worm + the miser out of its treasures. My heart must be ever yours; my hand must + be Miss Cameron's. Money I must have,—my whole career depends on it. + It is literally with me the highwayman's choice,—money or life." + Vargrave paused, and took Caroline's hand. + </p> + <p> + "I cannot reason with you," said she; "you know the strange empire you + have obtained over me, and, certainly, in spite of all that has passed + (and Caroline turned pale) I could bear anything rather than that you + should hereafter reproach me for selfish disregard of your interests,—your + just ambition." + </p> + <p> + "My noble friend! I do not say that I shall not feel a deep and sharp pang + at seeing you wed another; but I shall be consoled by the thought that I + have assisted to procure for you a station worthier of your merits than + that which I can offer. Lord Doltimore is rich,—you will teach him + to employ his riches well; he is weak,—your intellect will govern + him; he is in love,—your beauty will suffice to preserve his regard. + Ah, we shall be dear friends to the last!" + </p> + <p> + More—but to the same effect—did this able and crafty villain + continue to address to Caroline, whom he alternately soothed, irritated, + flattered, and revolted. Love him she certainly did, as far as love in her + could extend; but perhaps his rank, his reputation, had served to win her + affection; and; not knowing his embarrassments, she had encouraged a + worldly hope that if Evelyn should reject his hand it might be offered to + her. Under this impression she had trifled, she had coquetted, she had + played with the serpent till it had coiled around her; and she could not + escape its fascination and its folds. She was sincere,—she could + have resigned much for Lord Vargrave; but his picture startled and + appalled her. For difficulties in a palace she might be prepared; perhaps + even for some privations in a <i>cottage ornee</i>,—but certainly + not for penury in a lodging-house! She listened by degrees with more + attention to Vargrave's description of the power and homage that would be + hers if she could secure Lord Doltimore; she listened, and was in part + consoled. But the thought of Evelyn again crossed her; and perhaps with + natural jealousy was mingled some compunction at the fate to which Lord + Vargrave thus coldly appeared to condemn one so lovely and so innocent. + </p> + <p> + "But do not, Vargrave," she said, "do not be too sanguine; Evelyn may + reject you. She does not see you with my eyes; it is only a sense of + honour that, as yet, forbids her openly to refuse the fulfilment of an + engagement from which I know that she shrinks; and if she does refuse, and + you be free,—and I another's—" + </p> + <p> + "Even in that case," interrupted Vargrave, "I must turn to the Golden + Idol; my rank and name must buy me an heiress, if not so endowed as + Evelyn, wealthy enough, at least, to take from my wheels the drag-chain of + disreputable debt. But Evelyn—I will not doubt of her! her heart is + still unoccupied!" + </p> + <p> + "True; as yet her affections are not engaged." + </p> + <p> + "And this Maltravers—she is romantic, I fancy—did he seem + captivated by her beauty or her fortune?" + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed, I think not; he has been very little with us of late. He + talked to her more as to a child,—there is a disparity of years." + </p> + <p> + "I am many years older than Maltravers," muttered Vargrave, moodily. + </p> + <p> + "You—but your <i>manner</i> is livelier, and, therefore, younger!" + </p> + <p> + "Fair flatterer! Maltravers does not love me: I fear his report of my + character—" + </p> + <p> + "I never heard him speak of you, Vargrave; and I will do Evelyn the + justice to say, that precisely as she does not love she esteems and + respects you." + </p> + <p> + "Esteems! respects! these are the feelings for a prudent Hymen," said + Vargrave, with a smile. "But, hark! I don't hear the billiard-balls; they + may find us here,—we had better separate." + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave lounged into the billiard-room. The young men had just + finished playing, and were about to visit Thunderer, who had won the race, + and was now the property of Lord Doltimore. + </p> + <p> + Vargrave accompanied them to the stables; and after concealing his + ignorance of horseflesh as well as he could, beneath a profusion of + compliments on fore-hand, hind-quarters, breeding, bone, substance, and + famous points, he contrived to draw Doltimore into the courtyard, while + Colonel Legard remained in converse high with the head groom. + </p> + <p> + "Doltimore, I leave Knaresdean to-morrow; you go to London, I suppose? + Will you take a little packet for me to the Home Office?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, when I go; but I think of staying a few days with Legard's + uncle—the old admiral; he has a hunting-box in the neighbourhood, + and has asked us both over." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I can detect the attraction; but certainly it is a fair one, the + handsomest girl in the county; pity she has no money." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care for money," said Lord Doltimore, colouring, and settling his + chin in his neckcloth; "but you are mistaken; I have no thoughts that way. + Miss Merton is a very fine girl, but I doubt much if she cares for me. I + would never marry any woman who was not very much in love with me." And + Lord Doltimore laughed rather foolishly. + </p> + <p> + "You are more modest than clear-sighted," said Vargrave, smiling; "but + mark my words,—I predict that the beauty of next season will be a + certain Caroline Lady Doltimore." + </p> + <p> + The conversation dropped. + </p> + <p> + "I think that will be settled well," said Vargrave to himself, as he was + dressing for dinner. "Caroline will manage Doltimore, and I shall manage + one vote in the Lords and three in the Commons. I have already talked him + into proper politics; a trifle all this, to be sure: but I had nothing + else to amuse me, and one must never lose an occasion. Besides, Doltimore + is rich, and rich friends are always useful. I have Caroline, too, in my + power, and she may be of service with respect to this Evelyn, who, instead + of loving, I half hate: she has crossed my path, robbed me of wealth; and + now, if she does refuse me—but no, I will not think of <i>that</i>!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + OUT of our reach the gods have laid + Of time to come the event; + And laugh to see the fools afraid + Of what the knaves invent.—SEDLEY, <i>from Lycophron</i>. +</pre> + <p> + THE next day Caroline returned to the rectory in Lady Raby's carriage; and + two hours after her arrival came Lord Vargrave. Mr. Merton had secured the + principal persons in the neighbourhood to meet a guest so distinguished, + and Lord Vargrave, bent on shining in the eyes of Evelyn, charmed all with + his affability and wit. Evelyn, he thought, seemed pale and dispirited. He + pertinaciously devoted himself to her all the evening. Her ripening + understanding was better able than heretofore to appreciate his abilities; + yet, inwardly, she drew comparisons between his conversation and that of + Maltravers, not to the advantage of the former. There was much that amused + but nothing that interested in Lord Vargrave's fluent ease. When he + attempted sentiment, the vein was hard and hollow; he was only at home on + worldly topics. Caroline's spirits were, as usual in society, high, but + her laugh seemed forced, and her eye absent. + </p> + <p> + The next day, after breakfast, Lord Vargrave walked alone to Burleigh. As + he crossed the copse that bordered the park, a large Persian greyhound + sprang towards him, barking loudly; and, lifting his eyes, he perceived + the form of a man walking slowly along one of the paths that intersected + the wood. He recognized Maltravers. They had not till then encountered + since their meeting a few weeks before Florence's death; and a pang of + conscience came across the schemer's cold heart. Years rolled away from + the past; he recalled the young, generous, ardent man, whom, ere the + character or career of either had been developed, he had called his + friend. He remembered their wild adventures and gay follies, in climes + where they had been all in all to each other; and the beardless boy, whose + heart and purse were ever open to him, and to whose very errors of youth + and inexperienced passion he, the elder and the wiser, had led and + tempted, rose before him in contrast to the grave and melancholy air of + the battled and solitary man, who now slowly approached him,—the man + whose proud career he had served to thwart, whose heart his schemes had + prematurely soured, whose best years had been consumed in exile,—a + sacrifice to the grave which a selfish and dishonourable villany had + prepared! Cesarini, the inmate of a mad-house, Florence in her shroud,—such + were the visions the sight of Maltravers conjured up. And to the soul + which the unwonted and momentary remorse awakened, a boding voice + whispered, "And thinkest thou that thy schemes shall prosper, and thy + aspirations succeed?" For the first time in his life, perhaps, the + unimaginative Vargrave felt the mystery of a presentiment of warning and + of evil. + </p> + <p> + The two men met, and with an emotion which seemed that of honest and real + feeling, Lumley silently held out his hand, and half turned away his head. + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave!" said Maltravers, with an equal agitation, "it is long + since we have encountered." + </p> + <p> + "Long,—very long," answered Lumley, striving hard to regain his + self-possession; "years have changed us both; but I trust it has still + left in you, as it has in me, the remembrance of our old friendship." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers was silent, and Lord Vargrave continued,— + </p> + <p> + "You do not answer me, Maltravers. Can political differences, opposite + pursuits, or the mere lapse of time, have sufficed to create an + irrevocable gulf between us? Why may we not be friends again?" + </p> + <p> + "Friends!" echoed Maltravers; "at our age that word is not so lightly + spoken, that tie is not so unthinkingly formed, as when we were younger + men." + </p> + <p> + "But may not the old tie be renewed?" + </p> + <p> + "Our ways in life are different; and were I to scan your motives and + career with the scrutinizing eyes of friendship, it might only serve to + separate us yet more. I am sick of the great juggle of ambition, and I + have no sympathy left for those who creep into the pint-bottle, or swallow + the naked sword." + </p> + <p> + "If you despise the exhibition, why, then, let us laugh at it together, + for I am as cynical as yourself." + </p> + <p> + "Ah," said Maltravers with a smile, half mournful, half bitter, "but are + you not one of the Impostors?" + </p> + <p> + "Who ought better to judge of the Eleusiniana than one of the Initiated? + But seriously, why on earth should political differences part private + friendship? Thank Heaven! such has never been my maxim." + </p> + <p> + "If the differences be the result of honest convictions on either side,—no; + but are you honest, Lumley?" + </p> + <p> + "Faith, I have got into the habit of thinking so; and habit's a second + nature. However, I dare say we shall yet meet in the arena, so I must not + betray my weak points. How is it, Maltravers, that they see so little of + you at the rectory? You are a great favourite there. Have you any living + that Charley Merton could hold with his own? You shake your head. And what + think you of Miss Cameron, my intended?" + </p> + <p> + "You speak lightly. Perhaps you—" + </p> + <p> + "Feel deeply,—you were going to say. I do. In the hand of my ward, + Evelyn Cameron, I trust to obtain at once the domestic happiness to which + I have as yet been a stranger, and the wealth necessary to my career." + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave continued, after a short pause, "Though my avocations have + separated us so much, I have no doubt of her steady affection,—and, + I may add, of her sense of honour. She alone can repair to me what else + had been injustice in my uncle." He then proceeded to repeat the moral + obligations which the late lord had imposed on Evelyn,—obligations + that he greatly magnified. Maltravers listened attentively, and said + little. + </p> + <p> + "And these obligations being fairly considered," added Vargrave, with a + smile, "I think, even had I rivals, that they could scarcely in honour + attempt to break an existing engagement." + </p> + <p> + "Not while the engagement lasted," answered Maltravers; "not till one or + the other had declined to fulfil it, and therefore left both free: but I + trust it will be an alliance in which all but affection will be forgotten; + that of honour alone would be but a harsh tie." + </p> + <p> + "Assuredly," said Vargrave; and, as if satisfied with what had passed, he + turned the conversation,—praised Burleigh, spoke of county matters, + resumed his habitual gayety, though it was somewhat subdued, and promising + to call again soon, he at last took his leave. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers pursued his solitary rambles, and his commune with himself was + stern and searching. + </p> + <p> + "And so," thought he, "this prize is reserved for Vargrave! Why should I + deem him unworthy of the treasure? May he not be worthier, at all events, + than this soured temper and erring heart? And he is assured too of her + affection! Why this jealous pang? Why can the fountain within never be + exhausted? Why, through so many scenes and sufferings, have I still + retained the vain madness of my youth,—the haunting susceptibility + to love? This is my latest folly." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK IV. + </h2> + <h3> + "A virtuous woman is man's greatest pride."—SIMONIDES. + </h3> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ABROAD uneasy, nor content at home. + ...... + And Wisdom shows the ill without the cure. + + HAMMOND: <i>Elegies</i>. +</pre> + <p> + TWO or three days after the interview between Lord Vargrave and + Maltravers, the solitude of Burleigh was relieved by the arrival of Mr. + Cleveland. The good old gentleman, when free from attacks of the gout, + which were now somewhat more frequent than formerly, was the same cheerful + and intelligent person as ever. Amiable, urbane, accomplished, and + benevolent, there was just enough worldliness in Cleveland's nature to + make his views sensible as far as they went, but to bound their scope. + Everything he said was so rational; and yet, to an imaginative person, his + conversation was unsatisfactory, and his philosophy somewhat chilling. + </p> + <p> + "I cannot say how pleased and surprised I am at your care of the fine old + place," said he to Maltravers, as, leaning on his cane and his <i>ci-devant</i> + pupil's arm, he loitered observantly through the grounds; "I see + everywhere the presence of the Master." + </p> + <p> + And certainly the praise was deserved. The gardens were now in order, the + dilapidated fences were repaired, the weeds no longer encumbered the + walks. Nature was just assisted and relieved by Art, without being + oppressed by too officious a service from her handmaid. In the house + itself some suitable and appropriate repairs and decorations—with + such articles of furniture as combined modern comfort with the ancient and + picturesque shapes of a former fashion—had redeemed the mansion from + all appearance of dreariness and neglect; while still was left to its + quaint halls and chambers the character which belonged to their + architecture and associations. It was surprising how much a little + exercise of simple taste had effected. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you approve what I have done," said Maltravers. "I know not how + it was, but the desolation of the place when I returned to it reproached + me. We contract friendship with places as with human beings, and fancy + they have claims upon us; at least, that is my weakness." + </p> + <p> + "And an amiable one it is, too,—I share it. As for me, I look upon + Temple Grove as a fond husband upon a fair wife. I am always anxious to + adorn it, and as proud of its beauty as if it could understand and thank + me for my partial admiration. When I leave you I intend going to Paris, + for the purpose of attending a sale of the pictures and effects of M. de——-. + These auctions are to me what a jeweller's shop is to a lover; but then, + Ernest, I am an old bachelor." + </p> + <p> + "And I, too, am an Arcadian," said Maltravers, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "Ah, but you are not too old for repentance. Burleigh now requires nothing + but a mistress." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps it may soon receive that addition. I am yet undecided whether I + shall sell it." + </p> + <p> + "Sell it! sell Burleigh!—the last memorial of your mother's + ancestry! the classic retreat of the graceful Digbys! Sell Burleigh!" + </p> + <p> + "I had almost resolved to do so when I came hither; then I forswore the + intention: now again I sometimes sorrowfully return to the idea." + </p> + <p> + "And in Heaven's name, why?" + </p> + <p> + "My old restlessness returns. Busy myself as I will here, I find the range + of action monotonous and confined. I began too soon to draw around me the + large circumference of literature and action; and the small provincial + sphere seems to me a sad going back in life. Perhaps I should not feel + this, were my home less lonely; but as it is—no, the wanderer's ban + is on me, and I again turn towards the lands of excitement and adventure." + </p> + <p> + "I understand this, Ernest; but why is your home so solitary? You are + still at the age in which wise and congenial unions are the most + frequently formed; your temper is domestic; your easy fortune and sobered + ambition allow you to choose without reference to worldly considerations. + Look round the world, and mix with the world again, and give Burleigh the + mistress it requires." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers shook his head, and sighed. + </p> + <p> + "I do not say," continued Cleveland, wrapped in the glowing interest of + the theme, "that you should marry a mere girl, but an amiable woman, who, + like yourself, has seen something of life, and knows how to reckon on its + cares, and to be contented with its enjoyments." + </p> + <p> + "You have said enough," said Maltravers, impatiently; "an experienced + woman of the world, whose freshness of hope and heart is gone! What a + picture! No, to me there is something inexpressibly beautiful in innocence + and youth. But you say justly,—my years are not those that would + make a union with youth desirable or well suited." + </p> + <p> + "I do <i>not</i> say that," said Cleveland, taking a pinch of snuff; "but + you should avoid great disparity of age,—not for the sake of that + disparity itself, but because with it is involved discord of temper, + pursuits. A <i>very</i> young woman, new to the world, will not be + contented with home alone; you are at once too gentle to curb her wishes, + and a little too stern and reserved—pardon me for saying so—to + be quite congenial to very early and sanguine youth." + </p> + <p> + "It is true," said Maltravers, with a tone of voice that showed he was + struck with the remark; "but how have we fallen on this subject? let us + change it. I have no idea of marriage,—the gloomy reminiscence of + Florence Lascelles chains me to the past." + </p> + <p> + "Poor Florence, she might once have suited you; but now you are older, and + would require a calmer and more malleable temper." + </p> + <p> + "Peace, I implore you!" + </p> + <p> + The conversation was changed; and at noon Mr. Merton, who had heard of + Cleveland's arrival, called at Burleigh to renew an old acquaintance. He + invited them to pass the evening at the rectory; and Cleveland, hearing + that whist was a regular amusement, accepted the invitation for his host + and himself. But when the evening came, Maltravers pleaded indisposition, + and Cleveland was obliged to go alone. + </p> + <p> + When the old gentleman returned about midnight, he found Maltravers + awaiting him in the library; and Cleveland, having won fourteen points, + was in a very gay, conversable humour. + </p> + <p> + "You perverse hermit!" said he, "talk of solitude, indeed, with so + pleasant a family a hundred yards distant! You deserve to be solitary,—I + have no patience with you. They complain bitterly of your desertion, and + say you were, at first, the <i>enfant de la maison</i>." + </p> + <p> + "So you like the Mertons? The clergyman is sensible, but commonplace." + </p> + <p> + "A very agreeable man, despite your cynical definition, and plays a very + fair rubber. But Vargrave is a first-rate player." + </p> + <p> + "Vargrave is there still?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he breakfasts with us to-morrow,—he invited himself." + </p> + <p> + "Humph!" + </p> + <p> + "He played one rubber; the rest of the evening he devoted himself to the + prettiest girl I ever saw,—Miss Cameron. What a sweet face! so + modest, yet so intelligent! I talked with her a good deal during the deals + in which I cut out. I almost lost my heart to her." + </p> + <p> + "So Lord Vargrave devoted himself to Miss Cameron?" + </p> + <p> + "To be sure,—you know they are to be married soon. Merton told me + so. She is very rich. He is the luckiest fellow imaginable, that Vargrave! + But he is much too old for her: she seems to think so too. I can't explain + why I think it; but by her pretty reserved manner I saw that she tried to + keep the gay minister at a distance: but it would not do. Now, if you were + ten years younger, or Miss Cameron ten years older, you might have had + some chance of cutting out your old friend." + </p> + <p> + "So you think I also am too old for a lover?" + </p> + <p> + "For a lover of a girl of seventeen, certainly. You seem touchy on the + score of age, Ernest." + </p> + <p> + "Not I;" and Maltravers laughed. + </p> + <p> + "No? There was a young gentleman present, who, I think, Vargrave might + really find a dangerous rival,—a Colonel Legard,—one of the + handsomest men I ever saw in my life; just the style to turn a romantic + young lady's head; a mixture of the wild and the thoroughbred; black + curls, superb eyes, and the softest manners in the world. But, to be sure, + he has lived all his life in the best society. Not so his friend, Lord + Doltimore, who has a little too much of the green-room lounge and French + <i>cafe</i> manner for my taste." + </p> + <p> + "Doltimore, Legard, names new to me; I never met them at the rectory." + </p> + <p> + "Possibly they are staying at Admiral Legard's, in the neighbourhood. Miss + Merton made their acquaintance at Knaresdean. A good old lady—the + most perfect Mrs. Grundy one would wish to meet with—who owns the + monosyllabic appellation of Hare (and who, being my partner, trumped my + king!) assured me that Lord Doltimore was desperately in love with + Caroline Merton. By the way, now, there is a young lady of a proper age + for you,—handsome and clever, too." + </p> + <p> + "You talk of antidotes to matrimony; and so Miss Cameron—" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no more of Miss Cameron now, or I shall sit up all night; she has + half turned my head. I can't help pitying her,—married to one so + careless and worldly as Lord Vargrave, thrown so young into the whirl of + London. Poor thing! she had better have fallen in love with Legard,—which + I dare say she will do, after all. Well, good-night!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + PASSION, as frequently is seen, + Subsiding, settles into spleen; + Hence, as the plague of happy life, + I ran away from party strife.—MATTHEW GREEN. + + Here nymphs from hollow oaks relate + The dark decrees and will of fate.—<i>Ibid.</i> +</pre> + <p> + ACCORDING to his engagement, Vargrave breakfasted the next morning at + Burleigh. Maltravers at first struggled to return his familiar cordiality + with equal graciousness. Condemning himself for former and unfounded + suspicions, he wrestled against feelings which he could not or would not + analyze, but which made Lumley an unwelcome visitor, and connected him + with painful associations, whether of the present or the past. But there + were points on which the penetration of Maltravers served to justify his + prepossessions. + </p> + <p> + The conversation, chiefly sustained by Cleveland and Vargrave, fell on + public questions; and as one was opposed to the other, Vargrave's + exposition of views and motives had in them so much of the self-seeking of + the professional placeman, that they might well have offended any man + tinged by the lofty mania of political Quixotism. It was with a strange + mixture of feelings that Maltravers listened: at one moment he proudly + congratulated himself on having quitted a career where such opinions + seemed so well to prosper: at another, his better and juster sentiments + awoke the long-dormant combative faculty, and he almost longed for the + turbulent but sublime arena, in which truths are vindicated and mankind + advanced. + </p> + <p> + The interview did not serve for that renewal of intimacy which Vargrave + appeared to seek, and Maltravers rejoiced when the placeman took his + departure. + </p> + <p> + Lumley, who was about to pay a morning visit to Lord Doltimore, had + borrowed Mr. Merton's stanhope, as being better adapted than any statelier + vehicle to get rapidly through the cross-roads which led to Admiral + Legard's house; and as he settled himself in the seat, with his servant by + his side, he said laughingly, "I almost fancy myself naughty master Lumley + again in this young-man-kind of two-wheeled cockle-boat: not dignified, + but rapid, eh?" + </p> + <p> + And Lumley's face, as he spoke, had in it so much of frank gayety, and his + manner was so simple, that Maltravers could with difficulty fancy him the + same man who, five minutes before, had been uttering sentiments that might + have become the oldest-hearted intriguer whom the hot-bed of ambition ever + reared. + </p> + <p> + As soon as Lumley was gone, Maltravers left Cleveland alone to write + letters (Cleveland was an exemplary and voluminous correspondent) and + strolled with his dogs into the village. The effect which the presence of + Maltravers produced among his peasantry was one that seldom failed to + refresh and soothe his more bitter and disturbed thoughts. They had + gradually (for the poor are quick-sighted) become sensible of his <i>justice</i>,—a + finer quality than many that seem more amiable. They felt that his real + object was to make them better and happier; and they had learned to see + that the means he adopted generally advanced the end. Besides, if + sometimes stern, he was never capricious or unreasonable; and then, too, + he would listen patiently and advise kindly. They were a little in awe of + him, but the awe only served to make them more industrious and orderly,—to + stimulate the idle man, to reclaim the drunkard. He was one of the + favourers of the small-allotment system,—not, indeed, as panacea, + but as one excellent stimulant to exertion and independence; and his + chosen rewards for good conduct were in such comforts as served to awaken + amongst those hitherto passive, dogged, and hopeless a desire to better + and improve their condition. Somehow or other, without direct alms, the + goodwife found that the little savings in the cracked teapot or the old + stocking had greatly increased since the squire's return, while her + husband came home from his moderate cups at the alehouse more sober and in + better temper. Having already saved something was a great reason why he + should save more. The new school, too, was so much better conducted than + the old one; the children actually liked going there; and now and then + there were little village feasts connected with the schoolroom; play and + work were joint associations. + </p> + <p> + And Maltravers looked into his cottages, and looked at the + allotment-ground; and it was pleasant to him to say to himself, "I am not + altogether without use in life." But as he pursued his lonely walk, and + the glow of self-approval died away with the scenes that called it forth, + the cloud again settled on his brow; and again he felt that in solitude + the passions feed upon the heart. As he thus walked along the green lane, + and the insect life of summer rustled audibly among the shadowy hedges and + along the thick grass that sprang up on either side, he came suddenly upon + a little group that arrested all his attention. + </p> + <p> + It was a woman, clad in rags, bleeding, and seemingly insensible, + supported by the overseer of the parish and a labourer. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter?" asked Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "A poor woman has been knocked down and run over by a gentleman in a gig, + your honour," replied the overseer. "He stopped, half an hour ago, at my + house to tell me that she was lying on the road; and he has given me two + sovereigns for her, your honour. But, poor cretur! she was too heavy for + me to carry her, and I was forced to leave her and call Tom to help me." + </p> + <p> + "The gentleman might have stayed to see what were the consequences of his + own act," muttered Maltravers, as he examined the wound in the temple, + whence the blood flowed copiously. + </p> + <p> + "He said he was in a great hurry, your honour," said the village official, + overhearing Maltravers. "I think it was one of the grand folks up at the + parsonage; for I know it was Mr. Merton's bay horse,—he is a hot + 'un!" + </p> + <p> + "Does the poor woman live in the neighbourhood? Do you know her?" asked + Maltravers, turning from the contemplation of this new instance of + Vargrave's selfishness of character. + </p> + <p> + "No; the old body seems quite a stranger here,—a tramper, or beggar, + I think, sir. But it won't be a settlement if we take her in; and we can + carry her to the Chequers, up the village, your honour." + </p> + <p> + "What is the nearest house,—your own?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but we be so busy now!" + </p> + <p> + "She shall not go to your house, and be neglected; and as for the + public-house, it is too noisy: we must move her to the Hall." + </p> + <p> + "Your honour!" ejaculated the overseer, opening his eyes. + </p> + <p> + "It is not very far; she is severely hurt. Get a hurdle, lay a mattress on + it. Make haste, both of you; I will wait here till you return." + </p> + <p> + The poor woman was carefully placed on the grass by the road-side, and + Maltravers supported her head, while the men hastened to obey his orders. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ALSE from that forked hill, the boasted seat + Of studious Peace and mild Philosophy, + Indignant murmurs mote be heard to threat.—WEST. +</pre> + <p> + MR. CLEVELAND wanted to enrich one of his letters with a quotation from + Ariosto, which he but imperfectly remembered. He had seen the book he + wished to refer to in the little study the day before; and he quitted the + library to search for it. + </p> + <p> + As he was tumbling over some volumes that lay piled on the writing-table, + he felt a student's curiosity to discover what now constituted his host's + favourite reading. He was surprised to observe that the greater portion of + the works that, by the doubled leaf and the pencilled reference, seemed + most frequently consulted, were not of a literary nature,—they were + chiefly scientific; and astronomy seemed the chosen science. He then + remembered that he had heard Maltravers speaking to a builder, employed on + the recent repairs, on the subject of an observatory. "This is very + strange," thought Cleveland; "he gives up literature, the rewards of which + are in his reach, and turns to science, at an age too late to discipline + his mind to its austere training." + </p> + <p> + Alas! Cleveland did not understand that there are times in life when + imaginative minds seek to numb and to blunt imagination. Still less did he + feel that, when we perversely refuse to apply our active faculties to the + catholic interests of the world, they turn morbidly into channels of + research the least akin to their real genius. By the collision of minds + alone does each mind discover what is its proper product: left to + ourselves, our talents become but intellectual eccentricities. + </p> + <p> + Some scattered papers, in the handwriting of Maltravers, fell from one of + the volumes. Of these, a few were but algebraical calculations, or short + scientific suggestions, the value of which Mr. Cleveland's studies did not + enable him to ascertain; but in others they were wild snatches of mournful + and impassioned verse, which showed that the old vein of poetry still + flowed, though no longer to the daylight. These verses Cleveland thought + himself justified in glancing over; they seemed to portray a state of mind + which deeply interested, and greatly saddened him. They expressed, indeed, + a firm determination to bear up against both the memory and the fear of + ill; but mysterious and hinted allusions here and there served to denote + some recent and yet existent struggle, revealed by the heart only to the + genius. In these partial and imperfect self-communings and confessions, + there was the evidence of the pining affections, the wasted life, the + desolate hearth of the lonely man. Yet so calm was Maltravers himself, + even to his early friend, that Cleveland knew not what to think of the + reality of the feelings painted. Had that fervid and romantic spirit been + again awakened by a living object? If so, where was the object found? The + dates affixed to the verses were most recent. But whom had Maltravers + seen? Cleveland's thoughts turned to Caroline Merton, to Evelyn; but when + he had spoken of both, nothing in the countenance, the manner, of + Maltravers had betrayed emotion. And once the heart of Maltravers had so + readily betrayed itself! Cleveland knew not how pride, years, and + suffering school the features, and repress the outward signs of what pass + within. While thus engaged, the door of the study opened abruptly, and the + servant announced Mr. Merton. + </p> + <p> + "A thousand pardons," said the courteous rector. "I fear we disturb you; + but Admiral Legard and Lord Doltimore, who called on us this morning, were + so anxious to see Burleigh, I thought I might take the liberty. We have + come over quite in a large party,—taken the place by storm. Mr. + Maltravers is out, I hear; but you will let us see the house. My allies + are already in the hall, examining the armour." + </p> + <p> + Cleveland, ever sociable and urbane, answered suitably, and went with Mr. + Merton into the hall, where Caroline, her little sisters, Evelyn, Lord + Doltimore, Admiral Legard, and his nephew were assembled. + </p> + <p> + "Very proud to be my host's representative and your guide," said + Cleveland. "Your visit, Lord Doltimore, is indeed an agreeable surprise. + Lord Vargrave left us an hour or so since to call on you at Admiral + Legard's: we buy our pleasure with his disappointment." + </p> + <p> + "It is very unfortunate," said the admiral, a bluff, harsh-looking old + gentleman; "but we were not aware, till we saw Mr. Merton, of the honour + Lord Vargrave has done us. I can't think how we missed him on the road." + </p> + <p> + "My dear uncle," said Colonel Legard, in a peculiarly sweet and agreeable + tone of voice, "you forget we came three miles round by the high road; and + Mr. Merton says that Lord Vargrave took the short cut by Langley End. My + uncle, Mr. Cleveland, never feels in safety upon land, unless the road is + as wide as the British Channel, and the horses go before the wind at the + rapid pace of two knots and a half an hour!" + </p> + <p> + "I just wish I had you at sea, Mr. Jackanapes," said the admiral, looking + grimly at his handsome nephew, while he shook his cane at him. + </p> + <p> + The nephew smiled; and, falling back, conversed with Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + The party were now shown over the house; and Lord Doltimore was loud in + its praises. It was like a chateau he had once hired in Normandy,—it + had a French character; those old chairs were in excellent taste,—quite + the style of Francis the First. + </p> + <p> + "I know no man I respect more than Mr. Maltravers," quoth the admiral. + "Since he has been amongst us this time, he has been a pattern to us + country gentlemen. He would make an excellent colleague for Sir John. We + really must get him to stand against that young puppy who is member of the + House of Commons only because his father is a peer, and never votes more + than twice a session." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Merton looked grave. + </p> + <p> + "I wish to Heaven you could persuade him to stay amongst you," said + Cleveland. "He has half taken it into his head to part with Burleigh!" + </p> + <p> + "Part with Burleigh!" exclaimed Evelyn, turning abruptly from the handsome + colonel, in whose conversation she had hitherto seemed absorbed. + </p> + <p> + "My very ejaculation when I heard him say so, my dear young lady." + </p> + <p> + "I wish he would," said Lord Doltimore hastily, and glancing towards + Caroline. "I should much like to buy it. What do you think would be the + purchase-money?" + </p> + <p> + "Don't talk so cold-bloodedly," said the admiral, letting the point of his + cane fall with great emphasis on the floor. "I can't bear to see old + families deserting their old places,—quite wicked. You buy Burleigh! + have not you got a country seat of your own, my lord? Go and live there, + and take Mr. Maltravers for your model,—you could not have a + better." + </p> + <p> + Lord Doltimore sneered, coloured, settled his neckcloth, and turning round + to Colonel Legard, whispered, "Legard, your good uncle is a bore." + </p> + <p> + Legard looked a little offended, and made no reply. + </p> + <p> + "But," said Caroline, coming to the relief of her admirer, "if Mr. + Maltravers will sell the place, surely he could not have a better + successor." + </p> + <p> + "He sha'n't sell the place, ma'am, and that's poz!" cried the admiral. + "The whole county shall sign a round-robin to tell him it's a shame; and + if any one dares to buy it we'll send him to Coventry." + </p> + <p> + Miss Merton laughed, but looked round the old wainscot walls with unusual + interest; she thought it would be a fine thing to be Lady of Burleigh! + </p> + <p> + "And what is that picture so carefully covered up?" said the admiral, as + they now stood in the library. + </p> + <p> + "The late Mrs. Maltravers, Ernest's mother," replied Cleveland, slowly. + "He dislikes it to be shown—to strangers: the other is a Digby." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn looked towards the veiled portrait, and thought of her first + interview with Maltravers; but the soft voice of Colonel Legard murmured + in her ear; and her revery was broken. + </p> + <p> + Cleveland eyed the colonel, and muttered to himself, "Vargrave should keep + a sharp look-out." + </p> + <p> + They had now finished their round of the show-apartments—which + indeed had little but their antiquity and old portraits to recommend them—and + were in a lobby at the back of the house, communicating with a courtyard, + two sides of which were occupied with the stables. The sight of the + stables reminded Caroline of the Arab horses; and at the word "horses" + Lord Doltimore seized Legard's arm and carried him off to inspect the + animals. Caroline, her father, and the admiral followed. Mr. Cleveland + happened not to have on his walking-shoes; and the flagstones in the + courtyard looked damp; and Mr. Cleveland, like most old bachelors, was + prudently afraid of cold; so he excused himself, and stayed behind. He was + talking to Evelyn about the Digbys, and full of anecdotes about Sir Kenelm + at the moment the rest departed so abruptly; and Evelyn was interested, so + she insisted on keeping him company. + </p> + <p> + The old gentleman was flattered; he thought it excellent breeding in Miss + Cameron. The children ran out to renew acquaintance with the peacock, who, + perched on an old stirrup-stone, was sunning his gay plumage in the + noon-day. + </p> + <p> + "It is astonishing," said Cleveland, "how certain family features are + transmitted from generation to generation! Maltravers has still the + forehead and eyebrows of the Digbys,—that peculiar, brooding, + thoughtful forehead, which you observed in the picture of Sir Kenelm. + Once, too, he had much the same dreaming character of mind, but he has + lost that, in some measure at least. He has fine qualities, Miss Cameron,—I + have known him since he was born. I trust his career is not yet closed; + could he but form ties that would bind him to England, I should indulge in + higher expectations than I did even when the wild boy turned half the + heads in Gottingen. + </p> + <p> + "But we were talking of family portraits: there is one in the + entrance-hall, which perhaps you have not observed; it is half obliterated + by damp and time, yet it is of a remarkable personage, connected with + Maltravers by ancestral intermarriages,—Lord Falkland, the Falkland + of Clarendon; a man weak in character, but made most interesting by + history,—utterly unfitted for the severe ordeal of those stormy + times; sighing for peace when his whole soul should have been in war; and + repentant alike whether with the Parliament or the king, but still a + personage of elegant and endearing associations; a student-soldier, with a + high heart and a gallant spirit. Come and look at his features,—homely + and worn, but with a characteristic air of refinement and melancholy + thought." + </p> + <p> + Thus running on, the agreeable old gentleman drew Evelyn into the outer + hall. Upon arriving there, through a small passage, which opened upon the + hall, they were surprised to find the old housekeeper and another female + servant standing by a rude kind of couch on which lay the form of the poor + woman described in the last chapter. Maltravers and two other men were + also there; and Maltravers himself was giving orders to his servants, + while he leaned over the sufferer, who was now conscious both of pain and + the service rendered to her. As Evelyn stopped abruptly, and in surprise, + opposite and almost at the foot of the homely litter, the woman raised + herself up on one arm, and gazed at her with a wild stare; then muttering + some incoherent words which appeared to betoken delirium, she sank back, + and was again insensible. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + HENCE oft to win some stubborn maid, + Still does the wanton god assume + The martial air, the gay cockade, + The sword, the shoulder-knot, and plume. + + MARRIOTT. +</pre> + <p> + THE hall was cleared, the sufferer had been removed, and Maltravers was + left alone with Cleveland and Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + He simply and shortly narrated the adventure of the morning; but he did + not mention that Vargrave had been the cause of the injury his new guest + had sustained. Now this event had served to make a mutual and kindred + impression on Evelyn and Maltravers. The humanity of the latter, natural + and commonplace as it was, was an endearing recollection to Evelyn, + precisely as it showed that his cold theory of disdain towards the mass + did not affect his actual conduct towards individuals. On the other hand, + Maltravers had perhaps been yet more impressed with the prompt and + ingenuous sympathy which Evelyn had testified towards the sufferer: it had + so evidently been her first gracious and womanly impulse to hasten to the + side of this humble stranger. In that impulse, Maltravers himself had been + almost forgotten; and as the poor woman lay pale and lifeless, and the + young Evelyn bent over her in beautiful compassion, Maltravers thought she + had never seemed so lovely, so irresistible,—in fact, pity in woman + is a great beautifier. + </p> + <p> + As Maltravers finished his short tale, Evelyn's eyes were fixed upon him + with such frank and yet such soft approval, that the look went straight to + his heart. He quickly turned away, and abruptly changed the conversation. + </p> + <p> + "But how long have you been here, Miss Cameron,—and your + companions?" + </p> + <p> + "We are again intruders; but this time it was not my fault." + </p> + <p> + "No," said Cleveland, "for a wonder it was male, and not lady-like + curiosity that trespassed on Bluebeard's chamber. But, however, to soften + your resentment, know that Miss Cameron has brought you a purchaser for + Burleigh. Now, then, we can test the sincerity of your wish to part with + it. I assure you, meanwhile, that Miss Cameron was as much shocked at the + idea as I was. Were you not?" + </p> + <p> + "But you surely have no intention of selling Burleigh?" said Evelyn, + anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "I fear I do not know my own mind." + </p> + <p> + "Well," said Cleveland, "here comes your tempter. Lord Doltimore, let me + introduce Mr. Maltravers." + </p> + <p> + Lord Doltimore bowed. + </p> + <p> + "Been admiring your horses, Mr. Maltravers. I never saw anything so + perfect as the black one; may I ask where you bought him?" + </p> + <p> + "It was a present to me," answered Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "A present?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, from one who would not have sold that horse for a king's ransom,—an + old Arab chief, with whom I formed a kind of friendship in the desert. A + wound disabled him from riding, and he bestowed the horse on me, with as + much solemn tenderness for the gift as if he had given me his daughter in + marriage." + </p> + <p> + "I think of travelling in the East," said Lord Doltimore, with much + gravity: "I suppose nothing will induce you to sell the black horse?" + </p> + <p> + "Lord Doltimore!" said Maltravers, in a tone of lofty surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I do not care for the price," continued the young nobleman, a little + disconcerted. + </p> + <p> + "No; I never sell any horse that has once learned to know me. I would as + soon think of selling a friend. In the desert, one's horse is one's + friend. I am almost an Arab myself in these matters." + </p> + <p> + "But talking of sale and barter reminds me of Burleigh," said Cleveland, + maliciously. "Lord Doltimore is a universal buyer. He covets all your + goods: he will take the house, if he can't have the stables." + </p> + <p> + "I only mean," said Lord Doltimore, rather peevishly, "that if you wish to + part with Burleigh, I should like to have the option of purchase." + </p> + <p> + "I will remember it, if I determine to sell the place," answered + Maltravers, smiling gravely; "at present I am undecided." + </p> + <p> + He turned away towards Evelyn as he spoke, and almost started to observe + that she was joined by a stranger, whose approach he had not before + noticed,—and that stranger a man of such remarkable personal + advantages, that, had Maltravers been in Vargrave's position, he might + reasonably have experienced a pang of jealous apprehension. Slightly above + the common height; slender, yet strongly formed; set off by every + advantage of dress, of air, of the nameless tone and pervading refinement + that sometimes, though not always, springs from early and habitual + intercourse with the most polished female society,—Colonel Legard, + at the age of eight and twenty, had acquired a reputation for beauty + almost as popular and as well known as that which men usually acquire by + mental qualifications. Yet there was nothing effeminate in his + countenance, the symmetrical features of which were made masculine and + expressive by the rich olive of the complexion, and the close jetty curls + of the Antinous-like hair. + </p> + <p> + They seemed, as they there stood—Evelyn and Legard—so well + suited to each other in personal advantages, their different styles so + happily contrasted; and Legard, at the moment, was regarding her with such + respectful admiration, and whispering compliment to her in so subdued a + tone, that the dullest observer might have ventured a prophecy by no means + agreeable to the hopes of Lumley Lord Vargrave. + </p> + <p> + But a feeling or fear of this nature was not that which occurred to + Maltravers, or dictated his startled exclamation of surprise. + </p> + <p> + Legard looked up as he heard the exclamation, and saw Maltravers, whose + back had hitherto been turned towards him. He, too, was evidently + surprised, and seemingly confused; the colour mounted to his cheek, and + then left it pale. + </p> + <p> + "Colonel Legard," said Cleveland, "a thousand apologies for my neglect: I + really did not observe you enter,—you came round by the front door, + I suppose. Let me make you acquainted with Mr. Maltravers." + </p> + <p> + Legard bowed low. + </p> + <p> + "We have met before," said he, in embarrassed accents: "at Venice, I + think!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers inclined his head rather stiffly at first, but then, as if + moved by a second impulse, held out his hand cordially. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Mr. Ernest, here you are!" cried Sophy, bounding into the hall, + followed by Mr. Merton, the old admiral, Caroline, and Cecilia. + </p> + <p> + The interruption seemed welcome and opportune. The admiral, with blunt + cordiality, expressed his pleasure at being made known to Mr. Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + The conversation grew general; refreshments were proffered and declined; + the visit drew to its close. + </p> + <p> + It so happened that as the guests departed, Evelyn, from whose side the + constant colonel had insensibly melted away, lingered last,—save, + indeed, the admiral, who was discussing with Cleveland a new specific for + the gout. And as Maltravers stood on the steps, Evelyn turned to him with + all her beautiful <i>naivete</i> of mingled timidity and kindness, and + said,— + </p> + <p> + "And are we really never to see you again; never to hear again your tales + of Egypt and Arabia; never to talk over Tasso and Dante? No books, no + talk, no disputes, no quarrels? What have we done? I thought we had made + it up,—and yet you are still unforgiving. Give me a good scold, and + be friends!" + </p> + <p> + "Friends! you have no friend more anxious, more devoted than I am. Young, + rich, fascinating as you are, you will carve no impression on human hearts + deeper than that you have graven here!" + </p> + <p> + Carried away by the charm of her childlike familiarity and enchanting + sweetness, Maltravers had said more than he intended; yet his eyes, his + emotion, said more than his words. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn coloured deeply, and her whole manner changed. However, she turned + away, and saying, with a forced gayety, "Well, then, you will not desert + us; we shall see you once more?" hurried down the steps to join her + companions. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + SEE how the skilful lover spreads his toils.—STILLINGFLEET. +</pre> + <p> + THE party had not long returned to the rectory, and the admiral's carriage + was ordered, when Lord Vargrave made his appearance. He descanted with gay + good-humour on his long drive, the bad roads, and his disappointment at + the <i>contretemps</i> that awaited him; then, drawing aside Colonel + Legard, who seemed unusually silent and abstracted, he said to him,— + </p> + <p> + "My dear colonel, my visit this morning was rather to you than to + Doltimore. I confess that I should like to see your abilities enlisted on + the side of the Government; and knowing that the post of Storekeeper to + the Ordnance will be vacant in a day or two by the promotion of Mr.——-, + I wrote to secure the refusal. To-day's post brings me the answer. I offer + the place to you; and I trust, before long, to procure you also a seat in + parliament. But you must start for London immediately." + </p> + <p> + A week ago, and Legard's utmost ambition would have been amply gratified + by this post; he now hesitated. + </p> + <p> + "My dear lord," said he, "I cannot say how grateful I feel for your + kindness; but—but—" + </p> + <p> + "Enough; no thanks, my dear Legard. Can you go to town to-morrow?" + </p> + <p> + "Indeed," said Legard, "I fear not; I must consult my uncle." + </p> + <p> + "I can answer for him; I sounded him before I wrote. Reflect! You are not + rich, my dear Legard; it is an excellent opening: a seat in parliament, + too! Why, what can be your reason for hesitation?" + </p> + <p> + There was something meaning and inquisitive in the tone of voice in which + this question was put that brought the colour to the colonel's cheek. He + knew not well what to reply; and he began, too, to think that he ought not + to refuse the appointment. Nay, would his uncle, on whom he was dependent, + consent to such a refusal? Lord Vargrave saw the irresolution, and + proceeded. He spent ten minutes in combating every scruple, every + objection: he placed all the advantages of the post, real or imaginary, in + every conceivable point of view before the colonel's eyes; he sought to + flatter, to wheedle, to coax, to weary him into accepting it; and he at + length partially succeeded. The colonel petitioned for three days' + consideration, which Vargrave reluctantly acceded to; and Legard then + stepped into his uncle's carriage, with the air rather of a martyr than a + maiden placeman. + </p> + <p> + "Aha!" said Vargrave, chuckling to himself as he took a turn in the + grounds, "I have got rid of that handsome knave; and now I shall have + Evelyn all to myself!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I AM forfeited to eternal disgrace if you do not commiserate. + ...... + Go to, then, raise, recover.—BEN JONSON: <i>Poetaster</i>. +</pre> + <p> + THE next morning Admiral Legard and his nephew were conversing in the + little cabin consecrated by the name of the admiral's "own room." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said the veteran, "it would be moonshine and madness not to accept + Vargrave's offer; though one can see through such a millstone as that with + half an eye. His lordship is jealous of such a fine, handsome young fellow + as you are,—and very justly. But as long as he is under the same + roof with Miss Cameron, you will have no opportunity to pay your court; + when he goes, you can always manage to be in her neighbourhood; and then, + you know—puppy that you are—her business will be very soon + settled." And the admiral eyed the handsome colonel with grim fondness. + </p> + <p> + Legard sighed. + </p> + <p> + "Have you any commands at ——-?" said he; "I am just going to + canter over there before Doltimore is up." + </p> + <p> + "Sad lazy dog, your friend." + </p> + <p> + "I shall be back by twelve." + </p> + <p> + "What are you going to ——- for?" + </p> + <p> + "Brookes, the farrier, has a little spaniel,—King Charles's breed. + Miss Cameron is fond of dogs. I can send it to her, with my compliments,—it + will be a sort of leave-taking." + </p> + <p> + "Sly rogue; ha, ha, ha! d——-d sly; ha, ha!" and the admiral + punched the slender waist of his nephew, and laughed till the tears ran + down his cheeks. + </p> + <p> + "Good-by, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Stop, George; I forgot to ask you a question; you never told me you knew + Mr. Maltravers. Why don't you cultivate his acquaintance?" + </p> + <p> + "We met at Venice accidentally. I did not know his name then; he left just + as I arrived. As you say, I ought to cultivate his acquaintance." + </p> + <p> + "Fine character!" + </p> + <p> + "Very!" said Legard, with energy, as he abruptly quitted the room. + </p> + <p> + George Legard was an orphan. His father—the admiral's elder brother—had + been a spendthrift man of fashion, with a tolerably large unentailed + estate. He married a duke's daughter without a sixpence. Estates are + troublesome,—Mr. Legard's was sold. On the purchase-money the happy + pair lived for some years in great comfort, when Mr. Legard died of a + brain fever; and his disconsolate widow found herself alone in the world + with a beautiful little curly-headed boy, and an annuity of one thousand a + year, for which her settlement had been exchanged. All the rest of the + fortune was gone,—a discovery not made till Mr. Legard's death. Lady + Louisa did not long survive the loss of her husband and her station in + society; her income of course died with herself. Her only child was + brought up in the house of his grandfather, the duke, till he was of age + to hold the office of king's page; thence, as is customary, he was + promoted to a commission in the Guards. To the munificent emoluments of + his pay, the ducal family liberally added an allowance of two hundred a + year; upon which income Cornet Legard contrived to get very handsomely in + debt. The extraordinary beauty of his person, his connections, and his + manners obtained him all the celebrity that fashion can bestow; but + poverty is a bad thing. Luckily, at this time, his uncle the admiral + returned from sea, to settle for the rest of his life in England. + </p> + <p> + Hitherto, the admiral had taken no notice of George. He himself had + married a merchant's daughter with a fair portion; and had been blessed + with two children, who monopolized all his affection. But there seemed + some mortality in the Legard family; in one year after returning to + England and settling in B——-shire, the admiral found himself + wifeless and childless. He then turned to his orphan nephew; and soon + became fonder of him than he had ever been of his own children. The + admiral, though in easy circumstances, was not wealthy; nevertheless, he + advanced the money requisite for George's rise in the army, and doubled + the allowance bestowed by the duke. His grace heard of this generosity, + and discovered that he himself had a very large family growing up; that + the marquess was going to be married, and required an increase of income; + that he had already behaved most handsomely to his nephew; and the result + of this discovery was that the duke withdrew the two hundred a year. + Legard, however, who looked on his uncle as an exhaustless mine, went on + breaking hearts and making debts—till one morning he woke in the + Bench. The admiral was hastily summoned to London. He arrived; paid off + the duns—a kindness which seriously embarrassed him—swore, + scolded, and cried; and finally insisted that Legard should give up that d——-d + coxcomb regiment, in which he was now captain, retire on half-pay, and + learn economy and a change of habits on the Continent. + </p> + <p> + The admiral, a rough but good-natured man on the whole, had two or three + little peculiarities. In the first place, he piqued himself on a sort of + John Bull independence; was a bit of a Radical (a strange anomaly in an + admiral)—which was owing, perhaps, to two or three young lords + having been put over his head in the earlier part of his career; and he + made it a point with his nephew (of whose affection he was jealous) to + break with those fine grand connections, who plunged him into a sea of + extravagance, and then never threw him a rope to save him from drowning. + </p> + <p> + In the second place, without being stingy, the admiral had a good deal of + economy in his disposition. He was not a man to allow his nephew to ruin + him. He had an extraordinarily old-fashioned horror of gambling,—a + polite habit of George's; and he declared positively that his nephew must, + while a bachelor, learn to live upon seven hundred a year. Thirdly, the + admiral could be a very stern, stubborn, passionate old brute; and when he + coolly told George, "Harkye, you young puppy, if you get into debt again—if + you exceed the very handsome allowance I make you—I shall just cut + you off with a shilling," George was fully aware that his uncle was one + who would rigidly keep his word. + </p> + <p> + However, it was something to be out of debt, and one of the handsomest men + of his age; and George Legard, whose rank in the Guards made him a colonel + in the line, left England tolerably contented with the state of affairs. + </p> + <p> + Despite the foibles of his youth, George Legard had many high and generous + qualities. Society had done its best to spoil a fine and candid + disposition, with abilities far above mediocrity; but society had only + partially succeeded. Still, unhappily, dissipation had grown a habit with + him; all his talents were of a nature that brought a ready return. At his + age, it was but natural that the praise of <i>salons</i> should retain all + its sweetness. + </p> + <p> + In addition to those qualities which please the softer sex, Legard was a + good whist player, superb at billiards, famous as a shot, unrivalled as a + horseman,—in fact, an accomplished man, "who did everything so + devilish well!" These accomplishments did not stand him in much stead in + Italy; and, though with reluctance and remorse, he took again to gambling,—he + really <i>had</i> nothing else to do. + </p> + <p> + In Venice there was, one year, established a society somewhat on the + principle of the <i>salon</i> at Paris. Some rich Venetians belonged to + it; but it was chiefly for the convenience of foreigners,—French, + English, and Austrians. Here there was select gaming in one room, while + another apartment served the purposes of a club. Many who never played + belonged to this society; but still they were not the <i>habitues</i>. + </p> + <p> + Legard played: he won at first, then he lost, then he won again; it was a + pleasant excitement. One night, after winning largely at <i>roulette</i>, + he sat down to play <i>ecarte</i> with a Frenchman of high rank. Legard + played well at this, as at all scientific games; he thought he should make + a fortune out of the Frenchman. The game excited much interest; the crowd + gathered round the table; bets ran high; the vanity of Legard, as well as + his interest, was implicated in the conflict. It was soon evident that the + Frenchman played as well as the Englishman. The stakes, at first tolerably + high, were doubled. Legard betted freely. Cards went against him; he lost + much, lost all that he had, lost more than he had, lost several hundreds, + which he promised to pay the next morning. The table was broken up, the + spectators separated. Amongst the latter had been one Englishman, + introduced into the club for the first time that night. He had neither + played nor betted, but had observed the game with a quiet and watchful + interest. This Englishman lodged at the same hotel as Legard. He was at + Venice only for a day; the promised sight of a file of English newspapers + had drawn him to the club; the general excitement around had attracted him + to the table; and once there, the spectacle of human emotions exercised + its customary charm. + </p> + <p> + On ascending the stairs that conducted to his apartment, the Englishman + heard a deep groan in a room the door of which was ajar. He paused, the + sound was repeated; he gently pushed open the door and saw Legard seated + by a table, while a glass on the opposite wall reflected his working and + convulsed countenance, with his hands trembling visibly, as they took a + brace of pistols from the case. + </p> + <p> + The Englishman recognized the loser at the club; and at once divined the + act that his madness or his despair dictated. Legard twice took up one of + the pistols, and twice laid it down irresolute; the third time he rose + with a start, raised the weapon to his head, and the next moment it was + wrenched from his grasp. + </p> + <p> + "Sit down, sir!" said the stranger, in a loud and commanding voice. + </p> + <p> + Legard, astonished and abashed, sank once more into his seat, and stared + sullenly and half-unconsciously at his countryman. + </p> + <p> + "You have lost your money," said the Englishman, after calmly replacing + the pistols in their case, which he locked, putting the key into his + pocket; "and that is misfortune enough for one night. If you had won, and + ruined your opponent, you would be excessively happy, and go to bed, + thinking Good Luck (which is the representative of Providence) watched + over you. For my part, I think you ought to be very thankful that you are + not the winner." + </p> + <p> + "Sir," said Legard, recovering from his surprise, and beginning to feel + resentment, "I do not understand this intrusion in my apartments. You have + saved me, it is true, from death,—but life is a worse curse." + </p> + <p> + "Young man, no! moments in life are agony, but life itself is a blessing. + Life is a mystery that defies all calculation. You can never say, 'To-day + is wretched, therefore to-morrow must be the same!' And for the loss of a + little gold you, in the full vigour of youth, with all the future before + you, will dare to rush into the chances of eternity! You, who have never, + perhaps, thought what eternity is! Yet," added the stranger, in a soft and + melancholy voice, "you are young and beautiful,—perhaps the pride + and hope of others! Have you no tie, no affection, no kindred; are you + lord of yourself?" + </p> + <p> + Legard was moved by the tone of the stranger, as well as by the words. + </p> + <p> + "It is not the loss of money," said he, gloomily,—"it is the loss of + honour. To-morrow I must go forth a shunned and despised man,—I, a + gentleman and a soldier! They may insult me—and I have no reply!" + </p> + <p> + The Englishman seemed to muse, for his brow lowered, and he made no + answer. Legard threw himself back, overcome with his own excitement, and + wept like a child. The stranger, who imagined himself above the indulgence + of emotion (vain man!), woke from his revery at this burst of passion. He + gazed at first (I grieve to write) with a curl of the haughty lip that had + in it contempt; but it passed quickly away; and the hard man remembered + that he too had been young and weak, and his own errors greater perhaps + than those of the one he had ventured to despise. He walked to and fro the + room, still without speaking. At last he approached the gamester, and took + his hand. + </p> + <p> + "What is your debt?" he asked gently. + </p> + <p> + "What matters it?—more than I can pay." + </p> + <p> + "If life is a trust, so is wealth: <i>you</i> have the first in charge for + others, <i>I</i> may have the last. What is the debt?" + </p> + <p> + Legard started; it was a strong struggle between shame and hope. "If I + could borrow it, I could repay it hereafter,—I know I could; I would + not think of it otherwise." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, so be it,—I will lend you the money on one condition. + Solemnly promise me, on your faith as a soldier and a gentleman, that you + will not, for ten years to come—even if you grow rich, and can ruin + others—touch card or dice-box. Promise me that you will shun all + gaming for gain, under whatever disguise, whatever appellation. I will + take your word as my bond." + </p> + <p> + Legard, overjoyed, and scarcely trusting his senses, gave the promise. + </p> + <p> + "Sleep then, to-night, in hope and assurance of the morrow," said the + Englishman: "let this event be an omen to you, that while there is a + future there is no despair. One word more,—I do not want your + thanks! it is easy to be generous at the expense of justice. Perhaps I + have been so now. This sum, which is to save your life—a life you so + little value—might have blessed fifty human beings,—better men + than either the giver or receiver. What is given to error may perhaps be a + wrong to virtue. When you would ask others to support a career of blind + and selfish extravagance, pause and think over the breadless lips this + wasted gold would have fed! the joyless hearts it would have comforted! + You talk of repaying me: if the occasion offer, do so; if not—if we + never meet again, and you have it in your power, pay it for me to the + Poor! And now, farewell." + </p> + <p> + "Stay,—give me the name of my preserver! Mine is—" + </p> + <p> + "Hush! what matter names? This is a sacrifice we have both made to honour. + You will sooner recover your self-esteem (and without self-esteem there is + neither faith nor honour), when you think that your family, your + connections, are spared all association with your own error; that I may + hear them spoken of, that I may mix with them without fancying that they + owe me gratitude." + </p> + <p> + "Your own name then?" said Legard, deeply penetrated with the delicate + generosity of his benefactor. + </p> + <p> + "Tush!" muttered the stranger impatiently as he closed the door. + </p> + <p> + The next morning when he awoke Legard saw upon the table a small packet; + it contained a sum that exceeded the debt named. + </p> + <p> + On the envelope was written, "Remember the bond." + </p> + <p> + The stranger had already quitted Venice. He had not travelled through the + Italian cities under his own name, for he had just returned from the + solitudes of the East, and was not yet hardened to the publicity of the + gossip which in towns haunted by his countrymen attended a well-known + name; that given to Legard by the innkeeper, mutilated by Italian + pronunciation, the young man had never heard before, and soon forgot. He + paid his debts, and he scrupulously kept his word. The adventure of that + night went far, indeed, to reform and ennoble the mind and habits of + George Legard. Time passed, and he never met his benefactor, till in the + halls of Burleigh he recognized the stranger in Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WHY value, then, that strength of mind they boast, + As often varying, and as often lost? + + HAWKINS BROWNE (translated by SOAME JENYNS). +</pre> + <p> + MALTRAVERS was lying at length, with his dogs around him, under a + beech-tree that threw its arms over one of the calm still pieces of water + that relieved the groves of Burleigh, when Colonel Legard spied him from + the bridle-road which led through the park to the house. The colonel + dismounted, threw the rein over his arm; and at the sound of the hoofs + Maltravers turned, saw the visitor, and rose. He held out his hand to + Legard, and immediately began talking of indifferent matters. + </p> + <p> + Legard was embarrassed; but his nature was not one to profit by the + silence of a benefactor. "Mr. Maltravers," said he, with graceful emotion, + "though you have not yet allowed me an opportunity to allude to it, do not + think I am ungrateful for the service you rendered me." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers looked grave, but made no reply. Legard resumed, with a + heightened colour,— + </p> + <p> + "I cannot say how I regret that it is not yet in my power to discharge my + debt; but—" + </p> + <p> + "When it is, you will do so. Pray think no more of it. Are you going to + the rectory?" + </p> + <p> + "No, not this morning; in fact, I leave B——-shire tomorrow. + Pleasant family, the Mertons." + </p> + <p> + "And Miss Cameron—" + </p> + <p> + "Is certainly beautiful,—and very rich. How could she ever think of + marrying Lord Vargrave, so much older,—she who could have so many + admirers?" + </p> + <p> + "Not, surely, while betrothed to another?" + </p> + <p> + This was a refinement which Legard, though an honourable man as men go, + did not quite understand. "Oh," said he, "that was by some eccentric old + relation,—her father-in-law, I think. Do you think she is bound by + such an engagement?" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers made no reply, but amused himself by throwing a stick into the + water, and sending one of his dogs after it. Legard looked on, and his + affectionate disposition yearned to make advances which something distant + in the manner of Maltravers chilled and repelled. + </p> + <p> + When Legard was gone, Maltravers followed him with his eyes. "And this is + the man whom Cleveland thinks Evelyn could love! I could forgive her + marrying Vargrave. Independently of the conscientious feeling that may + belong to the engagement, Vargrave has wit, talent, intellect; and this + man has nothing but the skin of the panther. Was I wrong to save him? No. + Every human life, I suppose, has its uses. But Evelyn—I could + despise her if her heart was the fool of the eye!" + </p> + <p> + These comments were most unjust to Legard; but they were just of that kind + of injustice which the man of talent often commits against the man of + external advantages, and which the latter still more often retaliates on + the man of talent. As Maltravers thus soliloquized, he was accosted by Mr. + Cleveland. + </p> + <p> + "Come, Ernest, you must not cut these unfortunate Mertons any longer. If + you continue to do so, do you know what Mrs. Hare and the world will say?" + </p> + <p> + "No—what?" + </p> + <p> + "That you have been refused by Miss Merton." + </p> + <p> + "That <i>would</i> be a calumny!" said Ernest, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "Or that you are hopelessly in love with Miss Cameron." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers started; his proud heart swelled; he pulled his hat over his + brows, and said, after a short pause,— + </p> + <p> + "Well, Mrs. Hare and the world must not have it all their own way; and so, + whenever you go to the rectory, take me with you." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THE more he strove + To advance his suit, the farther from her love. + + DRYDEN: <i>Theodore and Honoria</i>. +</pre> + <p> + THE line of conduct which Vargrave now adopted with regard to Evelyn was + craftily conceived and carefully pursued. He did not hazard a single + syllable which might draw on him a rejection of his claims; but at the + same time no lover could be more constant, more devoted, in attentions. In + the presence of others, there was an air of familiar intimacy that seemed + to arrogate a right, which to her he scrupulously shunned to assert. + Nothing could be more respectful, nay, more timid, than his language, or + more calmly confident than his manner. Not having much vanity, nor any + very acute self-conceit, he did not delude himself into the idea of + winning Evelyn's affections; he rather sought to entangle her judgment, to + weave around her web upon web,—not the less dangerous for being + invisible. He took the compact as a matter of course, as something not to + be broken by any possible chance; her hand was to be his as a right: it + was her heart that he so anxiously sought to gain. But this distinction + was so delicately drawn, and insisted upon so little in any tangible form, + that, whatever Evelyn's wishes for an understanding, a much more + experienced woman would have been at a loss to ripen one. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn longed to confide in Caroline, to consult her; but Caroline, though + still kind, had grown distant. "I wish," said Evelyn, one night as she sat + in Caroline's dressing-room,—"I wish that I knew what tone to take + with Lord Vargrave. I feel more and more convinced that a union between us + is impossible; and yet, precisely because he does not press it, am I + unable to tell him so. I wish you could undertake that task; you seem such + friends with him." + </p> + <p> + "I!" said Caroline, changing countenance. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, you! Nay, do not blush, or I shall think you envy me. Could you not + save us both from the pain that otherwise must come sooner or later?" + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave would not thank me for such an act of friendship. Besides, + Evelyn, consider,—it is scarcely possible to break off this + engagement <i>now</i>." + </p> + <p> + "<i>Now</i>! and why now?" said Evelyn, astonished. + </p> + <p> + "The world believes it so implicitly. Observe, whoever sits next you rises + if Lord Vargrave approaches; the neighbourhood talk of nothing else but + your marriage; and your fate, Evelyn, is not pitied." + </p> + <p> + "I will leave this place! I will go back to the cottage! I cannot bear + this!" said Evelyn, passionately wringing her hands. + </p> + <p> + "You do not love another, I am sure: not young Mr. Hare, with his green + coat and straw-coloured whiskers; or Sir Henry Foxglove, with his + how-d'ye-do like a view-halloo; perhaps, indeed, Colonel Legard,—he + is handsome. What! do you blush at his name? No; you say 'not Legard:' who + else is there?" + </p> + <p> + "You are cruel; you trifle with me!" said Evelyn, in tearful reproach; and + she rose to go to her own room. + </p> + <p> + "My dear girl!" said Caroline, touched by her evident pain; "learn from me—if + I may say so—that marriages are <i>not</i> made in heaven! Yours + will be as fortunate as earth can bestow. A love-match is usually the + least happy of all. Our foolish sex demand so much in love; and love, + after all, is but one blessing among many. Wealth and rank remain when + love is but a heap of ashes. For my part, I have chosen my destiny and my + husband." + </p> + <p> + "Your husband!" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, you see him in Lord Doltimore. I dare say we shall be as happy as + any amorous Corydon and Phyllis." But there was irony in Caroline's voice + as she spoke; and she sighed heavily. Evelyn did not believe her serious; + and the friends parted for the night. + </p> + <p> + "Mine is a strange fate!" said Caroline to herself; "I am asked by the man + whom I love, and who professes to love me, to bestow myself on another, + and to plead for him to a younger and fairer bride. Well, I will obey him + in the first; the last is a bitterer task, and I cannot perform it + earnestly. Yet Vargrave has a strange power over me; and when I look round + the world, I see that he is right. In these most commonplace artifices, + there is yet a wild majesty that charms and fascinates me. It is something + to rule the world: and his and mine are natures formed to do so." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + A SMOKE raised with the fume of sighs. + + <i>Romeo and Juliet</i>. +</pre> + <p> + IT is certain that Evelyn experienced for Maltravers sentiments which, if + not love, might easily be mistaken for it. But whether it were that + master-passion, or merely its fanciful resemblance,—love in early + youth and innocent natures, if of sudden growth, is long before it makes + itself apparent. Evelyn had been prepared to feel an interest in her + solitary neighbour. His mind, as developed in his works, had half-formed + her own. Her childish adventure with the stranger had never been + forgotten. Her present knowledge of Maltravers was an union of dangerous + and often opposite associations,—the Ideal and the Real. + </p> + <p> + Love, in its first dim and imperfect shape, is but imagination + concentrated on one object. It is a genius of the heart, resembling that + of the intellect; it appeals to, it stirs up, it evokes, the sentiments + and sympathies that lie most latent in our nature. Its sigh is the spirit + that moves over the ocean, and arouses the Anadyomene into life. Therefore + is it that MIND produces affections deeper than those of external form; + therefore it is that women are worshippers of glory, which is the palpable + and visible representative of a genius whose operations they cannot always + comprehend. Genius has so much in common with love, the imagination that + animates one is so much the property of the other, that there is not a + surer sign of the existence of genius than the love that it creates and + bequeaths. It penetrates deeper than the reason, it binds a nobler captive + than the fancy. As the sun upon the dial, it gives to the human heart both + its shadow and its light. Nations are its worshippers and wooers; and + Posterity learns from its oracles to dream, to aspire, to adore! + </p> + <p> + Had Maltravers declared the passion that consumed him, it is probable that + it would soon have kindled a return. But his frequent absence, his + sustained distance of manner, had served to repress the feelings that in a + young and virgin heart rarely flow with much force until they are invited + and aroused. <i>Le besoin d'aimer</i> in girls, is, perhaps, in itself + powerful; but is fed by another want, <i>le besoin d'etre aime</i>! <i>If</i>, + therefore, Evelyn at present felt love for Maltravers, the love had + certainly not passed into the core of life: the tree had not so far struck + its roots but what it might have borne transplanting. There was in her + enough of the pride of sex to have recoiled from the thought of giving + love to one who had not asked the treasure. Capable of attachment, more + trustful and therefore, if less vehement, more beautiful and durable than + that which had animated the brief tragedy of Florence Lascelles, she could + not have been the unknown correspondent, or revealed the soul, because the + features wore a mask. + </p> + <p> + It must also be allowed that, in some respects, Evelyn was too young and + inexperienced thoroughly to appreciate all that was most truly lovable and + attractive in Maltravers. At four and twenty she would, perhaps, have felt + no fear mingled with her respect for him; but seventeen and six and thirty + is a wide interval! She never felt that there was that difference in years + until she had met Legard, and then at once she comprehended it. With + Legard she had moved on equal terms; he was not too wise, too high for her + every-day thoughts. He less excited her imagination, less attracted her + reverence. But, somehow or other, that voice which proclaimed her power, + those eyes which never turned from hers, went nearer to her heart. As + Evelyn had once said to Caroline, "It was a great enigma!"—her own + feelings were a mystery to her, and she reclined by the "Golden + Waterfalls" without tracing her likeness in the glass of the pool below. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers appeared again at the rectory. He joined their parties by day, + and his evenings were spent with them as of old. In this I know not + precisely what were his motives—perhaps he did not know them + himself. It might be that his pride was roused; it might be that he could + not endure the notion that Lord Vargrave should guess his secret by an + absence almost otherwise unaccountable,—he could not patiently bear + to give Vargrave that triumph; it might be that, in the sternness of his + self-esteem, he imagined he had already conquered all save affectionate + interest in Evelyn's fate, and trusted too vainly to his own strength; and + it might be, also, that he could not resist the temptation of seeing if + Evelyn were contented with her lot, and if Vargrave were worthy of the + blessing that awaited him. Whether one of these or all united made him + resolve to brave his danger, or whether, after all, he yielded to a + weakness, or consented to what—invited by Evelyn herself—was + almost a social necessity, the reader and not the narrator shall decide. + </p> + <p> + Legard was gone; but Doltimore remained in the neighbourhood, having hired + a hunting-box not far from Sir John Merton's manors, over which he easily + obtained permission to sport. When he did not dine elsewhere, there was + always a place for him at the parson's hospitable board,—and that + place was generally next to Caroline. Mr. and Mrs. Merton had given up all + hope of Mr. Maltravers for their eldest daughter; and, very strangely, + this conviction came upon their minds on the first day they made the + acquaintance of the young lord. + </p> + <p> + "My dear," said the rector, as he was winding up his watch, preparatory to + entering the connubial couch,—"my dear, I don't think Mr. Maltravers + is a marrying man." + </p> + <p> + "I was just going to make the same remark," said Mrs. Merton, drawing the + clothes over her. "Lord Doltimore is a very fine young man, his estates + unencumbered. I like him vastly, my love. He is evidently smitten with + Caroline: so Lord Vargrave and Mrs. Hare said." + </p> + <p> + "Sensible, shrewd woman, Mrs. Hare. By the by, we'll send her a pineapple. + Caroline was made to be a woman of rank!" + </p> + <p> + "Quite; so much self-possession!" + </p> + <p> + "And if Mr. Maltravers would sell or let Burleigh—" + </p> + <p> + "It would be so pleasant!" + </p> + <p> + "Had you not better give Caroline a hint?" + </p> + <p> + "My love, she is so sensible, let her go her own way." + </p> + <p> + "You are right, my dear Betsy; I shall always say that no one has more + common-sense than you; you have brought up your children admirably!" + </p> + <p> + "Dear Charles!" + </p> + <p> + "It is coldish to-night, love," said the rector; and he put out the + candle. + </p> + <p> + From that time, it was not the fault of Mr. and Mrs. Merton if Lord + Doltimore did not find their house the pleasantest in the county. + </p> + <p> + One evening the rectory party were assembled together in the cheerful + drawing-room. Cleveland, Mr. Merton, Sir John, and Lord Vargrave, + reluctantly compelled to make up the fourth, were at the whist-table; + Evelyn, Caroline, and Lord Doltimore were seated round the fire, and Mrs. + Merton was working a footstool. The fire burned clear, the curtains were + down, the children in bed: it was a family picture of elegant comfort. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Maltravers was announced. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you are come at last," said Caroline, holding out her fair + hand. "Mr. Cleveland could not answer for you. We are all disputing as to + which mode of life is the happiest." + </p> + <p> + "And your opinion?" asked Maltravers, seating himself in the vacant chair,—it + chanced to be next to Evelyn's. + </p> + <p> + "My opinion is decidedly in favour of London. A metropolitan life, with + its perpetual and graceful excitements,—the best music, the best + companions, the best things in short. Provincial life is so dull, its + pleasures so tiresome; to talk over the last year's news, and wear out + one's last year's dresses, cultivate a conservatory, and play Pope Joan + with a young party,—dreadful!" + </p> + <p> + "I agree with Miss Merton," said Lord Doltimore, solemnly; "not but what I + like the country for three or four months in the year, with good shooting + and hunting, and a large house properly filled, independent of one's own + neighbourhood: but if I am condemned to choose one place to live in, give + me Paris." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, Paris; I never was in Paris. I should so like to travel!" said + Caroline. + </p> + <p> + "But the inns abroad are so very bad," said Lord Doltimore; "how people + can rave about Italy, I can't think. I never suffered so much in my life + as I did in Calabria; and at Venice I was bit to death by mosquitoes. + Nothing like Paris, I assure you: don't you think so, Mr. Maltravers?" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I shall be able to answer you better in a short time. I think of + accompanying Mr. Cleveland to Paris!" + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" said Caroline. "Well, I envy you; but is it a sudden + resolution?" + </p> + <p> + "Not very." + </p> + <p> + "Do you stay long?" asked Lord Doltimore. + </p> + <p> + "My stay is uncertain." + </p> + <p> + "And you won't let Burleigh in the meanwhile?" + </p> + <p> + "<i>Let</i> Burleigh? No; if it once pass from my hands it will be + forever!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers spoke gravely, and the subject was changed. Lord Doltimore + challenged Caroline to chess. + </p> + <p> + They sat down, and Lord Doltimore arranged the pieces. + </p> + <p> + "Sensible man, Mr. Maltravers," said the young lord; "but I don't hit it + off with him: Vargrave is more agreeable. Don't you think so?" + </p> + <p> + "Y-e-s." + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave is very kind to me,—I never remember any one being + more so; got Legard that appointment solely because it would please me,—very + friendly fellow! I mean to put myself under his wing next session!" + </p> + <p> + "You could not do better, I'm sure," said Caroline; "he is so much looked + up to; I dare say he will be prime minister one of these days." + </p> + <p> + "I take the bishop:—do you think so really?—you are rather a + politician?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no; not much of that. But my father and my uncle are stanch + politicians; gentlemen know so much more than ladies. We should always go + by their opinions. I think I will take the queen's pawn—your + politics are the same as Lord Vargrave's?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I fancy so: at least I shall leave my proxy with him. Glad you don't + like politics,—great bore." + </p> + <p> + "Why, so young, so connected as you are—" Caroline stopped short, + and made a wrong move. + </p> + <p> + "I wish we were going to Paris together, we should enjoy it so;" and Lord + Doltimore's knight checked the tower and queen. + </p> + <p> + Caroline coughed, and stretched her hand quickly to move. + </p> + <p> + "Pardon me, you will lose the game if you do so!" and Doltimore placed his + hand on hers, their eyes met, Caroline turned away, and Lord Doltimore + settled his right collar. + </p> + <p> + "And is it true? are you really going to leave us?" said Evelyn, and she + felt very sad. But still the sadness might not be that of love,—she + had felt sad after Legard had gone. + </p> + <p> + "I do not think I shall long stay away," said Maltravers, trying to speak + indifferently. "Burleigh has become more dear to me than it was in earlier + youth; perhaps because I have made myself duties there: and in other + places I am but an isolated and useless unit in the great mass." + </p> + <p> + "You! everywhere, you must have occupations and resources,—everywhere, + you must find yourself not alone. But you will not go yet?" + </p> + <p> + "Not yet—no. [Evelyn's spirits rose.] Have you read the book I sent + you?" (It was one of De Stael's.) + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but it disappoints me." + </p> + <p> + "And why? It is eloquent." + </p> + <p> + "But is it true? Is there so much melancholy in life? Are the affections + so full of bitterness? For me, I am so happy when with those I love! When + I am with my mother, the air seems more fragrant, the skies more blue: it + is surely not affection, but the absence of it, that makes us melancholy." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps so; but if we had never known affection, we might not miss it: + and the brilliant Frenchwoman speaks from memory, while you speak from + hope,—memory, which is the ghost of joy: yet surely, even in the + indulgence of affection, there is at times a certain melancholy, a certain + fear. Have you never felt it, even with—with your mother?" + </p> + <p> + "Ah, yes! when she suffered, or when I have thought she loved me less than + I desired." + </p> + <p> + "That must have been an idle and vain thought. Your mother! does she + resemble you?" + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could think so. Oh, if you knew her! I have longed so often that + you were acquainted with each other! It was she who taught me to sing your + songs." + </p> + <p> + "My dear Mrs. Hare, we may as well throw up our cards," said the keen + clear voice of Lord Vargrave: "you have played most admirably, and I know + that your last card will be the ace of trumps; still the luck is against + us." + </p> + <p> + "No, no; pray play it out, my lord." + </p> + <p> + "Quite useless, ma'am," said Sir John, showing two honours. "We have only + the trick to make." + </p> + <p> + "Quite useless," echoed Lumley, tossing down his sovereigns, and rising + with a careless yawn. + </p> + <p> + "How d'ye do, Maltravers?" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers rose; and Vargrave turned to Evelyn, and addressed her in a + whisper. The proud Maltravers walked away, and suppressed a sigh; a moment + more, and he saw Lord Vargrave occupying the chair he had left vacant. He + laid his hand on Cleveland's shoulder. + </p> + <p> + "The carriage is waiting,—are you ready?" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0039" id="link2HCH0039"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + OBSCURIS vera involvens.*—VIRGIL. + + * "Wrapping truth in obscurity." +</pre> + <p> + A DAY or two after the date of the last chapter, Evelyn and Caroline were + riding out with Lord Vargrave and Mr. Merton, and on returning home they + passed through the village of Burleigh. + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers, I suppose, has an eye to the county one of these days," said + Lord Vargrave, who honestly fancied that a man's eyes were always directed + towards something for his own interest or advancement; "otherwise he could + not surely take all this trouble about workhouses and paupers. Who could + ever have imagined my romantic friend would sink into a country squire?" + </p> + <p> + "It is astonishing what talent and energy he throws into everything he + attempts," said the parson. "One could not, indeed, have supposed that a + man of genius could make a man of business." + </p> + <p> + "Flattering to your humble servant—whom all the world allow to be + the last, and deny to be the first. But your remark shows what a sad + possession genius is: like the rest of the world, you fancy that it cannot + be of the least possible use. If a man is called a genius, it means that + he is to be thrust out of all the good things in this life. He is not fit + for anything but a garret! Put a <i>genius</i> into office! make a <i>genius</i> + a bishop! or a lord chancellor!—the world would be turned + topsy-turvy! You see that you are quite astonished that a genius can be + even a county magistrate, and know the difference between a spade and a + poker! In fact, a genius is supposed to be the most ignorant, + impracticable, good-for-nothing, do-nothing sort of thing that ever walked + upon two legs. Well, when I began life I took excellent care that nobody + should take <i>me</i> for a genius; and it is only within the last year or + two that I ventured to emerge a little out of my shell. I have not been + the better for it; I was getting on faster while I was merely a plodder. + The world is so fond of that droll fable, the hare and the tortoise,—it + really believes because (I suppose the fable to be true!) a tortoise <i>once</i> + beat a hare that all tortoises are much better runners than hares possibly + can be. Mediocre men have the monopoly of the loaves and fishes; and even + when talent does rise in life, it is a talent which only differs from + mediocrity by being more energetic and bustling." + </p> + <p> + "You are bitter, Lord Vargrave," said Caroline, laughing; "yet surely you + have had no reason to complain of the non-appreciation of talent?" + </p> + <p> + "Humph! if I had had a grain more talent I should have been crushed by it. + There is a subtle allegory in the story of the lean poet, who put <i>lead</i> + in his pocket to prevent being blown away! 'Mais a nos moutons,'—to + return to Maltravers. Let us suppose that he was merely clever, had not + had a particle of what is called genius, been merely a hardworking able + gentleman, of good character and fortune, he might be half-way up the hill + by this time; whereas now, what is he? Less before the public than he was + at twenty-eight,—a discontented anchorite, a meditative idler." + </p> + <p> + "No, not that," said Evelyn, warmly, and then checked herself. + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave looked at her sharply; but his knowledge of life told him + that Legard was a much more dangerous rival than Maltravers. Now and then, + it is true, a suspicion to the contrary crossed him; but it did not take + root and become a serious apprehension. Still, he did not quite like the + tone of voice in which Evelyn had put her abrupt negative, and said, with + a slight sneer,— + </p> + <p> + "If not that, what is he?" + </p> + <p> + "One who purchased by the noblest exertions the right to be idle," said + Evelyn with spirit; "and whom genius itself will not suffer to be idle + long." + </p> + <p> + "Besides," said Mr. Merton, "he has won a high reputation, which he cannot + lose merely by not seeking to increase it." + </p> + <p> + "Reputation! Oh, yes! we give men like that—men of genius—a + large property in the clouds, in order to justify ourselves in pushing + them out of our way below. But if they are contented with fame, why, they + deserve their fate. Hang fame,—give me power." + </p> + <p> + "And is there no power in genius?" said Evelyn, with deepening fervour; + "no power over the mind, and the heart, and the thought; no power over its + own time, over posterity, over nations yet uncivilized, races yet unborn?" + </p> + <p> + This burst from one so simple and young as Evelyn seemed to Vargrave so + surprising that he stared on her without saying a word. + </p> + <p> + "You will laugh at my championship," she added, with a blush and a smile; + "but you provoked the encounter." + </p> + <p> + "And you have won the battle," said Vargrave, with prompt gallantry. "My + charming ward, every day develops in you some new gift of nature!" + </p> + <p> + Caroline, with a movement of impatience, put her horse into a canter. + </p> + <p> + Just at this time, from a cross-road, emerged a horseman,—it was + Maltravers. The party halted, salutations were exchanged. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you have been enjoying the sweet business of squiredom," said + Vargrave, gayly: "Atticus and his farm,—classical associations! + Charming weather for the agriculturists, eh! What news about corn and + barley? I suppose our English habit of talking on the weather arose when + we were all a squirearchal farming, George-the-Third kind of people! + Weather is really a serious matter to gentlemen who are interested in + beans and vetches, wheat and hay. You hang your happiness upon the changes + of the moon!" + </p> + <p> + "As you upon the smiles of a minister. The weather of a court is more + capricious than that of the skies,—at least we are better husbandmen + than you who sow the wind and reap the whirlwind." + </p> + <p> + "Well retorted: and really, when I look round, I am half inclined to envy + you. Were I not Vargrave, I would be Maltravers." + </p> + <p> + It was, indeed, a scene that seemed quiet and serene, with the English + union of the feudal and the pastoral life,—the village-green, with + its trim scattered cottages; the fields and pastures that spread beyond; + the turf of the park behind, broken by the shadows of the unequal grounds, + with its mounds and hollows and venerable groves, from which rose the + turrets of the old Hall, its mullion windows gleaming in the western sun; + a scene that preached tranquillity and content, and might have been + equally grateful to humble philosophy and hereditary pride. + </p> + <p> + "I never saw any place so peculiar in its character as Burleigh," said the + rector; "the old seats left to us in England are chiefly those of our + great nobles. It is so rare to see one that does not aspire beyond the + residence of a private gentleman preserve all the relics of the Tudor + age." + </p> + <p> + "I think," said Vargrave, turning to Evelyn, "that as by my uncle's will + your fortune is to be laid out in the purchase of land, we could not find + a better investment than Burleigh. So, whenever you are inclined to sell, + Maltravers, I think we must outbid Doltimore. What say you, my fair ward?" + </p> + <p> + "Leave Burleigh in peace, I beseech you!" said Maltravers, angrily. + </p> + <p> + "That is said like a Digby," returned Vargrave. "<i>Allons</i>!—will + you not come home with us?" + </p> + <p> + "I thank you,—not to-day." + </p> + <p> + "We meet at Lord Raby's next Thursday. It is a ball given almost wholly in + honour of your return to Burleigh; we are all going,—it is my young + cousin's <i>debut</i> at Knaresdean. We have all an interest in her + conquests." + </p> + <p> + Now, as Maltravers looked up to answer, he caught Evelyn's glance, and his + voice faltered. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," he said, "we shall meet—once again. Adieu!" He wheeled round + his horse, and they separated. + </p> + <p> + "I can bear this no more," said Maltravers to himself; "I overrated my + strength. To see her thus, day after day, and to know her another's, to + writhe beneath his calm, unconscious assertion of his rights! Happy + Vargrave!—and yet, ah! will <i>she</i> be happy? Oh, could I think + so!" + </p> + <p> + Thus soliloquizing, he suffered the rein to fall on the neck of his horse, + which paced slowly home through the village, till it stopped—as if + in the mechanism of custom—at the door of a cottage a stone's throw + from the lodge. At this door, indeed, for several successive days, had + Maltravers stopped regularly; it was now tenanted by the poor woman his + introduction to whom has been before narrated. She had recovered from the + immediate effects of the injury she had sustained; but her constitution, + greatly broken by previous suffering and exhaustion, had received a mortal + shock. She was hurt inwardly; and the surgeon informed Maltravers that she + had not many months to live. He had placed her under the roof of one of + his favourite cottagers, where she received all the assistance and + alleviation that careful nursing and medical advice could give her. + </p> + <p> + This poor woman, whose name was Sarah Elton, interested Maltravers much. + She had known better days: there was a certain propriety in her + expressions which denoted an education superior to her circumstances; and + what touched Maltravers most, she seemed far more to feel her husband's + death than her own sufferings,—which, somehow or other, is not + common with widows the other side of forty! We say that youth easily + consoles itself for the robberies of the grave,—middle age is a + still better self-comforter. When Mrs. Elton found herself installed in + the cottage, she looked round, and burst into tears. + </p> + <p> + "And William is not here!" she said. "Friends—friends! if we had had + but one such friend before he died!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers was pleased that her first thought was rather that of sorrow + for the dead than of gratitude for the living. Yet Mrs. Elton was + grateful,—simply, honestly, deeply grateful; her manner, her voice, + betokened it. And she seemed so glad when her benefactor called to speak + kindly and inquire cordially, that Maltravers did so constantly; at first + from a compassionate and at last from a selfish motive—for who is + not pleased to give pleasure? And Maltravers had so few in the world to + care for him, that perhaps he was flattered by the grateful respect of + this humble stranger. + </p> + <p> + When his horse stopped, the cottager's daughter opened the door and + courtesied,—it was an invitation to enter; and he threw his rein + over the paling and walked into the cottage. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Elton, who had been seated by the open casement, rose to receive him. + But Maltravers made her sit down, and soon put her at her ease. The woman + and her daughter who occupied the cottage retired into the garden, and + Mrs. Elton, watching them withdraw, then exclaimed abruptly,— + </p> + <p> + "Oh, sir, I have so longed to see you this morning! I so long to make bold + to ask you whether, indeed, I dreamed it—or did I, when you first + took me to your house—did I see—" She stopped abruptly; and + though she strove to suppress her emotion, it was too strong for her + efforts,—she sank back on her chair, pale as death, and almost + gasped for breath. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers waited in surprise for her recovery. + </p> + <p> + "I beg pardon, sir,—I was thinking of days long past; and—but + I wished to ask whether, when I lay in your hall, almost insensible, any + one besides yourself and your servants were present?—-or was it"—added + the woman, with a shudder—"was it the dead?" + </p> + <p> + "I remember," said Maltravers, much struck and interested in her question + and manner, "that a lady was present." + </p> + <p> + "It is so! it is so!" cried the woman, half rising and clasping her hands. + "And she passed by this cottage a little time ago; her veil was thrown + aside as she turned that fair young face towards the cottage. Her name, + sir,—oh, what is her name? It was the same—the same face that + shone across me in that hour of pain! I did not dream! I was not mad!" + </p> + <p> + "Compose yourself; you could never, I think, have seen that lady before. + Her name is Cameron." + </p> + <p> + "Cameron—Cameron!" The woman shook her head mournfully. "No; that + name is strange to me. And her mother, sir,—she is dead?" + </p> + <p> + "No; her mother lives." + </p> + <p> + A shade came over the face of the sufferer; and she said, after a pause,— + </p> + <p> + "My eyes deceive me then, sir; and, indeed, I feel that my head is + touched, and I wander sometimes. But the likeness was so great; yet that + young lady is even lovelier!" + </p> + <p> + "Likenesses are very deceitful and very capricious, and depend more on + fancy than reality. One person discovers a likeness between faces most + dissimilar,—a likeness invisible to others. But who does Miss + Cameron resemble?" + </p> + <p> + "One now dead, sir; dead many years ago. But it is a long story, and one + that lies heavy on my conscience. Some day or other, if you will give me + leave, sir, I will unburden myself to you." + </p> + <p> + "If I can assist you in anyway, command me. Meanwhile, have you no + friends, no relations, no children, whom you would wish to see?" + </p> + <p> + "Children!—no, sir; I never had but one child of <i>my own</i> (she + laid an emphasis on the last words), and that died in a foreign land." + </p> + <p> + "And no other relatives?" + </p> + <p> + "None, sir. My history is very short and simple. I was well brought up,—an + only child. My father was a small farmer; he died when I was sixteen, and + I went into service with a kind old lady and her daughter, who treated me + more as a companion than a servant. I was a vain, giddy girl, then, sir. A + young man, the son of a neighbouring farmer, courted me, and I was much + attached to him; but neither of us had money, and his parents would not + give their consent to our marrying. I was silly enough to think that, if + William loved me, he should have braved all; and his prudence mortified + me, so I married another whom I did not love. I was rightly punished, for + he ill-used me and took to drinking; I returned to my old service to + escape from him—for I was with child, and my life was in danger from + his violence. He died suddenly, and in debt. And then, afterwards, a + gentleman—a rich gentleman—to whom I rendered a service (do + not misunderstand me, sir, if I say the service was one of which I + repent), gave me money, and made me rich enough to marry my first lover; + and William and I went to America. We lived many years in New York upon + our little fortune comfortably; and I was a long while happy, for I had + always loved William dearly. My first affliction was the death of my child + by my first husband; but I was soon roused from my grief. William schemed + and speculated, as everybody does in America, and so we lost all; and + William was weakly and could not work. At length he got the place of + steward on board a vessel from New York to Liverpool, and I was taken to + assist in the cabin. We wanted to come to London; I thought my old + benefactor might do something for us, though he had never answered the + letters I sent to him. But poor William fell ill on board, and died in + sight of land." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Elton wept bitterly, but with the subdued grief of one to whom tears + have been familiar; and when she recovered, she soon brought her humble + tale to an end. She herself, incapacitated from all work by sorrow and a + breaking constitution, was left in the streets of Liverpool without other + means of subsistence than the charitable contributions of the passengers + and sailors on board the vessel. With this sum she had gone to London, + where she found her old patron had been long since dead, and she had no + claims on his family. She had, on quitting England, left one relation + settled in a town in the North; thither she now repaired, to find her last + hope wrecked; the relation also was dead and gone. Her money was now + spent, and she had begged her way along the road, or through the lanes, + she scarce knew whither, till the accident which, in shortening her life, + had raised up a friend for its close. + </p> + <p> + "And such, sir," said she in conclusion, "such has been the story of my + life, except one part of it, which, if I get stronger, I can tell better; + but you will excuse that now." + </p> + <p> + "And are you comfortable and contented, my poor friend? These people are + kind to you?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, so kind! And every night we all pray for you, sir; you ought to be + happy, if the blessings of the poor can avail the rich." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers remounted his horse, and sought his home; and his heart was + lighter than before he entered that cottage. But at evening Cleveland + talked of Vargrave and Evelyn, and the good fortune of the one, and the + charms of the other; and the wound, so well concealed, bled afresh. + </p> + <p> + "I heard from De Montaigne the other day," said Ernest, just as they were + retiring for the night, "and his letter decides my movements. If you will + accept me, then, as a travelling companion, I will go with you to Paris. + Have you made up your mind to leave Burleigh on Saturday?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; that gives us a day to recover from Lord Raby's ball. I am so + delighted at your offer! We need only stay a day or so in town. The + excursion will do you good,—-your spirits, my dear Ernest, seem more + dejected than when you first returned to England: you live too much alone + here; you will enjoy Burleigh more on your return. And perhaps then you + will open the old house a little more to the neighbourhood, and to your + friends. They expect it: you are looked to for the county." + </p> + <p> + "I have done with politics, and sicken but for peace." + </p> + <p> + "Pick up a wife in Paris, and you will then know that peace is an + impossible possession," said the old bachelor, laughing. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0044" id="link2H_4_0044"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "FOOLS blind to truth; nor know their erring soul + How much the half is better than the whole." + —HESIOD: <i>Op. et Dies</i>, 40. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0040" id="link2HCH0040"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Do as the Heavens have done; forget your evil; + With them, forgive yourself.—<i>The Winter's Tale</i>. +</pre> + <p> + ... The sweet'st companion that e'er man Bred his hopes out of.—<i>Ibid.</i> + </p> + <p> + THE curate of Brook-Green was sitting outside his door. The vicarage which + he inhabited was a straggling, irregular, but picturesque building,—humble + enough to suit the means of the curate, yet large enough to accommodate + the vicar. It had been built in an age when the <i>indigentes et pauperes</i> + for whom universities were founded supplied, more than they do now, the + fountains of the Christian ministry, when pastor and flock were more on an + equality. + </p> + <p> + From under a rude and arched porch, with an oaken settle on either side + for the poor visitor, the door opened at once upon the old-fashioned + parlour,—a homely but pleasant room, with one wide but low cottage + casement, beneath which stood the dark shining table that supported the + large Bible in its green baize cover; the Concordance, and the last + Sunday's sermon, in its jetty case. There by the fireplace stood the + bachelor's round elbow-chair, with a needlework cushion at the back; a + walnut-tree bureau, another table or two, half a dozen plain chairs, + constituted the rest of the furniture, saving some two or three hundred + volumes, ranged in neat shelves on the clean wainscoted walls. There was + another room, to which you ascended by two steps, communicating with this + parlour, smaller but finer, and inhabited only on festive days, when Lady + Vargrave, or some other quiet neighbour, came to drink tea with the good + curate. + </p> + <p> + An old housekeeper and her grandson—a young fellow of about two and + twenty, who tended the garden, milked the cow, and did in fact what he was + wanted to do—composed the establishment of the humble minister. + </p> + <p> + We have digressed from Mr. Aubrey himself. + </p> + <p> + The curate was seated, then, one fine summer morning, on a bench at the + left of his porch, screened from the sun by the cool boughs of a + chestnut-tree, the shadow of which half covered the little lawn that + separated the precincts of the house from those of silent Death and + everlasting Hope; above the irregular and moss-grown paling rose the + village church; and, through openings in the trees, beyond the + burial-ground, partially gleamed the white walls of Lady Vargrave's + cottage, and were seen at a distance the sails on the— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Mighty waters, rolling evermore." +</pre> + <p> + The old man was calmly enjoying the beauty of the morning, the freshness + of the air, the warmth of the dancing beam, and not least, perhaps, his + own peaceful thoughts,—the spontaneous children of a contemplative + spirit and a quiet conscience. His was the age when we most sensitively + enjoy the mere sense of existence,—when the face of Nature and a + passive conviction of the benevolence of our Great Father suffice to + create a serene and ineffable happiness, which rarely visits us till we + have done with the passions; till memories, if more alive than heretofore, + are yet mellowed in the hues of time, and Faith softens into harmony all + their asperities and harshness; till nothing within us remains to cast a + shadow over the things without; and on the verge of life, the Angels are + nearer to us than of yore. There is an old age which has more youth of + heart than youth itself! + </p> + <p> + As the old man thus sat, the little gate through which, on Sabbath days, + he was wont to pass from the humble mansion to the house of God + noiselessly opened, and Lady Vargrave appeared. + </p> + <p> + The curate rose when he perceived her; and the lady's fair features were + lighted up with a gentle pleasure, as she pressed his hand and returned + his salutation. + </p> + <p> + There was a peculiarity in Lady Vargrave's countenance which I have rarely + seen in others. Her smile, which was singularly expressive, came less from + the lip than from the eyes; it was almost as if the brow smiled; it was as + the sudden and momentary vanishing of a light but melancholy cloud that + usually rested upon the features, placid as they were. + </p> + <p> + They sat down on the rustic bench, and the sea-breeze wantoned amongst the + quivering leaves of the chestnut-tree that overhung their seat. + </p> + <p> + "I have come, as usual, to consult my kind friend," said Lady Vargrave; + "and, as usual also, it is about our absent Evelyn." + </p> + <p> + "Have you heard again from her, this morning?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; and her letter increases the anxiety which your observation, so much + deeper than mine, first awakened." + </p> + <p> + "Does she then write much of Lord Vargrave?" + </p> + <p> + "Not a great deal; but the little she does say, betrays how much she + shrinks from the union my poor husband desired: more, indeed, than ever! + But this is not all, nor the worst; for you know that the late lord had + provided against that probability—he loved her so tenderly, his + ambition for her only came from his affection; and the letter he left + behind him pardons and releases her, if she revolts from the choice he + himself preferred." + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave is, perhaps, a generous, he certainly seems a candid, man, + and he must be sensible that his uncle has already done all that justice + required." + </p> + <p> + "I think so. But this, as I said, is not all; I have brought the letter to + show you. It seems to me as you apprehended. This Mr. Maltravers has wound + himself about her thoughts more than she herself imagines; you see how she + dwells on all that concerns him, and how, after checking herself, she + returns again and again to the same subject." + </p> + <p> + The curate put on his spectacles, and took the letter. It was a strange + thing, that old gray-haired minister evincing such grave interest in the + secrets of that young heart! But they who would take charge of the soul + must never be too wise to regard the heart! + </p> + <p> + Lady Vargrave looked over his shoulder as he bent down to read, and at + times placed her finger on such passages as she wished him to note. The + old curate nodded as she did so; but neither spoke till the letter was + concluded. + </p> + <p> + The curate then folded up the epistle, took off his spectacles, hemmed, + and looked grave. + </p> + <p> + "Well," said Lady Vargrave, anxiously, "well?" + </p> + <p> + "My dear friend, the letter requires consideration. In the first place, it + is clear to me that, in spite of Lord Vargrave's presence at the rectory, + his lordship so manages matters that the poor child is unable of herself + to bring that matter to a conclusion. And, indeed, to a mind so + sensitively delicate and honourable, it is no easy task." + </p> + <p> + "Shall I write to Lord Vargrave?" + </p> + <p> + "Let us think of it. In the meanwhile, this Mr. Maltravers—" + </p> + <p> + "Ah, this Mr. Maltravers!" + </p> + <p> + "The child shows us more of her heart than she thinks of; and yet I myself + am puzzled. If you observe, she has only once or twice spoken of the + Colonel Legard whom she has made acquaintance with; while she treats at + length of Mr. Maltravers, and confesses the effect he has produced on her + mind. Yet, do you know, I more dread the caution respecting the first than + all the candour that betrays the influence of the last? There is a great + difference between first fancy and first love." + </p> + <p> + "Is there?" said the lady, abstractedly. + </p> + <p> + "Again, neither of us is acquainted with this singular man,—I mean + Maltravers; his character, temper, and principles, of all of which Evelyn + is too young, too guileless, to judge for herself. One thing, however, in + her letter speaks in his favour." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "He absents himself from her. This, if he has discovered her secret, or if + he himself is sensible of too great a charm in her presence, would be the + natural course that an honourable and a strong mind would pursue." + </p> + <p> + "What!—if he love her?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; while he believes her hand is engaged to another." + </p> + <p> + "True! What shall be done—if Evelyn should love, and love in vain? + Ah, it is the misery of a whole existence!" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps she had better return to us," said Mr. Aubrey; "and yet, if + already it be too late, and her affections are engaged, we should still + remain in ignorance respecting the motives and mind of the object of her + attachment; and he, too, might not know the true nature of the obstacle + connected with Lord Vargrave's claims." + </p> + <p> + "Shall I, then, go to her? You know how I shrink from strangers; how I + fear curiosity, doubts, and questions; how [and Lady Vargrave's voice + faltered]—how unfitted I am for—for—" she stopped short, + and a faint blush overspread her cheeks. + </p> + <p> + The curate understood her, and was moved. + </p> + <p> + "Dear friend," said he, "will you intrust this charge to myself? You know + how Evelyn is endeared to me by certain recollections! Perhaps, better + than you, I may be enabled silently to examine if this man be worthy of + her, and one who could secure her happiness; perhaps, better than you I + may ascertain the exact nature of her own feelings towards him; perhaps, + too, better than you I may effect an understanding with Lord Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + "You are always my kindest friend," said the lady, with emotion; "how much + I already owe you! what hopes beyond the grave! what—" + </p> + <p> + "Hush!" interrupted the curate, gently; "your own good heart and pure + intentions have worked out your own atonement—may I hope also your + own content? Let us return to our Evelyn. Poor child! how unlike this + despondent letter to her gay light spirits when with us! We acted for the + best; yet perhaps we did wrong to yield her up to strangers. And this + Maltravers—with her enthusiasm and quick susceptibilities to genius, + she was half prepared to imagine him all she depicts him to be. He must + have a spell in his works that I have not discovered, for at times it + seems to operate even on you." + </p> + <p> + "Because," said Lady Vargrave, "they remind me of <i>his</i> conversation, + <i>his</i> habits of thought. If like <i>him</i> in other things, Evelyn + may indeed be happy!" + </p> + <p> + "And if," said the curate, curiously,—"if now that you are free, you + were ever to meet with him again, and his memory had been as faithful as + yours; and if he offered the sole atonement in his power, for all that his + early error cost you; if such a chance should happen in the vicissitudes + of life, you would—" + </p> + <p> + The curate stopped short; for he was struck by the exceeding paleness of + his friend's cheek, and the tremor of her delicate frame. + </p> + <p> + "If that were to happen," said she, in a very low voice; "if we were to + meet again, and if he were—as you and Mrs. Leslie seem to think—poor, + and, like myself, humbly born, if my fortune could assist him, if my love + could still—changed, altered as I am—ah! do not talk of it—I + cannot bear the thought of happiness! And yet, if before I die I <i>could</i> + but see him again!" She clasped her hands fervently as she spoke, and the + blush that overspread her face threw over it so much of bloom and + freshness, that even Evelyn, at that moment, would scarcely have seemed + more young. "Enough!" she added, after a little while, as the glow died + away. "It is but a foolish hope; all earthly love is buried; and my heart + is there!"—she pointed to the heavens, and both were silent. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0041" id="link2HCH0041"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + QUIBUS otio vel magnifice, vel molliter, vivere copia era + incerta pro certis malebant.*—SALLUST. + + * "They who had the means to live at ease, either in splendour or + in luxury, preferred the uncertainty of change to their natural + security." +</pre> + <p> + LORD RABY—one of the wealthiest and most splendid noblemen in + England—was prouder, perhaps, of his provincial distinctions than + the eminence of his rank or the fashion of his wife. The magnificent + chateaux, the immense estates, of our English peers tend to preserve to us + in spite of the freedom, bustle, and commercial grandeur of our people + more of the Norman attributes of aristocracy than can be found in other + countries. In his county, the great noble is a petty prince; his house is + a court; his possessions and munificence are a boast to every proprietor + in his district. They are as fond of talking of <i>the</i> earl's or <i>the</i> + duke's movements and entertainments, as Dangeau was of the gossip of the + Tuileries and Versailles. + </p> + <p> + Lord Raby, while affecting, as lieutenant of the county, to make no + political distinctions between squire and squire—hospitable and + affable to all—still, by that very absence of exclusiveness, gave a + tone to the politics of the whole county; and converted many who had once + thought differently on the respective virtues of Whigs and Tories. A great + man never loses so much as when he exhibits intolerance, or parades the + right of persecution. + </p> + <p> + "My tenants shall vote exactly as they please," said Lord Raby; and he was + never known to have a tenant vote against his wishes! Keeping a vigilant + eye on all the interests, and conciliating all the proprietors, in the + county, he not only never lost a friend, but he kept together a body of + partisans that constantly added to its numbers. + </p> + <p> + Sir John Merton's colleague, a young Lord Nelthorpe, who could not speak + three sentences if you took away his hat, and who, constant at Almack's, + was not only inaudible but invisible in parliament, had no chance of being + re-elected. Lord Nelthorpe's father, the Earl of Mainwaring, was a new + peer; and, next to Lord Raby, the richest nobleman in the county. Now, + though they were much of the same politics, Lord Raby hated Lord + Mainwaring. They were too near each other,—they clashed; they had + the jealousy of rival princes! + </p> + <p> + Lord Raby was delighted at the notion of getting rid of Lord Nelthorpe,—it + would be so sensible a blow to the Mainwaring interest. The party had been + looking out for a new candidate, and Maltravers had been much talked of. + It is true that, when in parliament some years before, the politics of + Maltravers had differed from those of Lord Raby and his set. But + Maltravers had of late taken no share in politics, had uttered no + political opinions, was intimate with the electioneering Mertons, was + supposed to be a discontented man,—and politicians believe in no + discontent that is not political. Whispers were afloat that Maltravers had + grown wise, and changed his views: some remarks of his, more theoretical + than practical, were quoted in favour of this notion. Parties, too, had + much changed since Maltravers had appeared on the busy scene,—new + questions had arisen, and the old ones had died off. + </p> + <p> + Lord Raby and his party thought that, if Maltravers could be secured to + them, no one would better suit their purpose. Political faction loves + converts better even than consistent adherents. A man's rise in life + generally dates from a well-timed <i>rat</i>. His high reputation, his + provincial rank as the representative of the oldest commoner's family in + the county, his age, which combined the energy of one period with the + experience of another,—all united to accord Maltravers a preference + over richer men. Lord Raby had been pointedly courteous and flattering to + the master of Burleigh; and he now contrived it so, that the brilliant + entertainment he was about to give might appear in compliment to a + distinguished neighbour, returned to fix his residence on his patrimonial + property, while in reality it might serve an electioneering purpose,—serve + to introduce Maltravers to the county, as if under his lordship's own + wing, and minister to political uses that went beyond the mere + representation of the county. + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave had, during his stay at Merton Rectory, paid several visits + to Knaresdean, and held many private conversations with the marquess: the + result of these conversations was a close union of schemes and interests + between the two noblemen. Dissatisfied with the political conduct of + government, Lord Raby was also dissatisfied that, from various party + reasons, a nobleman beneath himself in rank, and as he thought in + influence, had obtained a preference in a recent vacancy among the Knights + of the Garter. And if Vargrave had a talent in the world it was in + discovering the weak points of men whom he sought to gain, and making the + vanities of others conduce to his own ambition. + </p> + <p> + The festivities of Knaresdean gave occasion to Lord Raby to unite at his + house the more prominent of those who thought and acted in concert with + Lord Vargrave; and in this secret senate the operations for the following + session were to be seriously discussed and gravely determined. + </p> + <p> + On the day which was to be concluded with the ball at Knaresdean, Lord + Vargrave went before the rest of the Merton party, for he was engaged to + dine with the marquess. + </p> + <p> + On arriving at Knaresdean, Lumley found Lord Saxingham and some other + politicians, who had arrived the preceding day, closeted with Lord Raby; + and Vargrave, who shone to yet greater advantage in the diplomacy of party + management than in the arena of parliament, brought penetration, energy, + and decision to timid and fluctuating counsels. Lord Vargrave lingered in + the room after the first bell had summoned the other guests to depart. + </p> + <p> + "My dear lord," said he then, "though no one would be more glad than + myself to secure Maltravers to our side, I very much doubt whether you + will succeed in doing so. On the one hand, he appears altogether disgusted + with politics and parliament; and on the other hand, I fancy that reports + of his change of opinions are, if not wholly unfounded, very unduly + coloured. Moreover, to do him justice, I think that he is not one to be + blinded and flattered into the pale of a party; and your bird will fly + away after you have wasted a bucketful of salt on his tail." + </p> + <p> + "Very possibly," said Lord Raby, laughing,—"you know him better than + I do. But there are many purposes to serve in this matter,—purposes + too provincial to interest you. In the first place, we shall humble the + Nelthorpe interest, merely by showing that we <i>do</i> think of a new + member; secondly, we shall get up a manifestation of feeling that would be + impossible, unless we were provided with a centre of attraction; thirdly, + we shall rouse a certain emulation among other county gentlemen, and if + Maltravers decline, we shall have many applicants; and fourthly, suppose + Maltravers has not changed his opinions, we shall make him suspected by + the party he really does belong to, and which would be somewhat formidable + if he were to head them. In fact, these are mere county tactics that you + can't be expected to understand." + </p> + <p> + "I see you are quite right: meanwhile you will at least have an + opportunity (though I say it, who should not say it) to present to the + county one of the prettiest young ladies that ever graced the halls of + Knaresdean." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, Miss Cameron! I have heard much of her beauty: you are a lucky + fellow, Vargrave! By the by, are we to say anything of the engagement?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, indeed, my dear lord, it is now so publicly known, that it would be + false delicacy to affect concealment." + </p> + <p> + "Very well; I understand." + </p> + <p> + "How long I have detained you—a thousand pardons!—I have but + just time to dress. In four or five months I must remember to leave you a + longer time for your toilet." + </p> + <p> + "Me—how?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, the Duke of ——- can't live long; and I always observe + that when a handsome man has the Garter, he takes a long time pulling up + his stockings." + </p> + <p> + "Ha, ha! you are so droll, Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + "Ha, ha! I must be off." + </p> + <p> + "The more publicity is given to this arrangement, the more difficult for + Evelyn to shy at the leap," muttered Vargrave to himself as he closed the + door. "Thus do I make all things useful to myself!" + </p> + <p> + The dinner party were assembled in the great drawing-room, when Maltravers + and Cleveland, also invited guests to the banquet, were announced. Lord + Raby received the former with marked <i>empressement</i>; and the stately + marchioness honoured him with her most gracious smile. Formal + presentations to the rest of the guests were interchanged; and it was not + till the circle was fully gone through that Maltravers perceived, seated + by himself in a corner, to which he had shrunk on the entrance of + Maltravers, a gray-haired solitary man,—it was Lord Saxingham! The + last time they had met was in the death-chamber of Florence; and the old + man forgot for the moment the anticipated dukedom, and the dreamed-of + premiership, and his heart flew back to the grave of his only child! They + saluted each other, and shook hands in silence. And Vargrave—whose + eye was on them—Vargrave, whose arts had made that old man + childless, felt not a pang of remorse! Living ever in the future, Vargrave + almost seemed to have lost his memory. He knew not what regret was. It is + a condition of life with men thoroughly worldly that they never look + behind! + </p> + <p> + The signal was given: in due order the party were marshalled into the + great hall,—a spacious and lofty chamber, which had received its + last alteration from the hand of Inigo Jones; though the massive ceiling, + with its antique and grotesque masques, betrayed a much earlier date, and + contrasted with the Corinthian pilasters that adorned the walls, and + supported the music-gallery, from which waved the flags of modern warfare + and its mimicries,—the eagle of Napoleon, a token of the services of + Lord Raby's brother (a distinguished cavalry officer in command at + Waterloo), in juxtaposition with a much gayer and more glittering banner, + emblematic of the martial fame of Lord Raby himself, as Colonel of the B——-shire + volunteers! + </p> + <p> + The music pealed from the gallery, the plate glittered on the board; the + ladies wore diamonds, and the gentlemen who had them wore stars. It was a + very fine sight, that banquet!—such as became the festive day of a + lord-lieutenant whose ancestors had now defied, and now intermarried, with + royalty. But there was very little talk, and no merriment. People at the + top of the table drank wine with those at the bottom; and gentlemen and + ladies seated next to each other whispered languidly in monosyllabic + commune. On one side, Maltravers was flanked by a Lady Somebody Something, + who was rather deaf, and very much frightened for fear he should talk + Greek; on the other side he was relieved by Sir John Merton,—very + civil, very pompous, and talking, at strictured intervals, about county + matters, in a measured intonation, savouring of the House-of-Commons jerk + at the end of the sentence. + </p> + <p> + As the dinner advanced to its close, Sir John became a little more + diffuse, though his voice sank into a whisper. + </p> + <p> + "I fear there will be a split in the Cabinet before parliament meets." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; Vargrave and the premier cannot pull together very long. Clever man, + Vargrave! but he has not enough stake in the country for a leader!" + </p> + <p> + "All men have public character to stake; and if that be good, I suppose no + stake can be better?" + </p> + <p> + "Humph!—yes—very true; but still, when a man has land and + money, his opinions, in a country like this, very properly carry more + weight with them. If Vargrave, for instance, had Lord Raby's property, no + man could be more fit for a leader,—a prime minister. We might then + be sure that he would have no selfish interest to further: he would not + play tricks with his party—you understand?" + </p> + <p> + "Perfectly." + </p> + <p> + "I am not a party man, as you may remember; indeed, you and I have voted + alike on the same questions. Measures, not men,—that is my maxim; + but still I don't like to see men placed above their proper stations." + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers, a glass of wine," said Lord Vargrave across the table. "Will + you join us, Sir John?" + </p> + <p> + Sir John bowed. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly," he resumed, "Vargrave is a pleasant man and a good speaker; + but still they say he is far from rich,—embarrassed, indeed. + However, when he marries Miss Cameron it may make a great difference,—give + him more respectability; do you know what her fortune is—something + immense?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I believe so; I don't know." + </p> + <p> + "My brother says that Vargrave is most amiable. The young lady is very + handsome, almost too handsome for a wife—don't you think so? + Beauties are all very well in a ballroom; but they are not calculated for + domestic life. I am sure you agree with me. I have heard, indeed, that + Miss Cameron is rather learned; but there is so much scandal in a country + neighbourhood,—people are so ill-natured. I dare say she is not more + learned than other young ladies, poor girl! What do you think?" + </p> + <p> + "Miss Cameron is—is very accomplished, I believe. And so you think + the Government cannot stand?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't say that,—very far from it; but I fear there must be a + change. However, if the country gentlemen hold together, I do not doubt + but what we shall weather the storm. The landed interest, Mr. Maltravers, + is the great stay of this country,—the sheet-anchor, I may say. I + suppose Lord Vargrave, who seems, I must say, to have right notions on + this head, will invest Miss Cameron's fortune in land. But though one may + buy an estate, one can't buy an old family, Mr. Maltravers!—you and + I may be thankful for that. By the way, who was Miss Cameron's mother, + Lady Vargrave?—something low, I fear; nobody knows." + </p> + <p> + "I am not acquainted with Lady Vargrave; your sister-in-law speaks of her + most highly. And the daughter in herself is a sufficient guarantee for the + virtues of the mother." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; and Vargrave on one side, at least, has himself nothing in the way + of family to boast of." + </p> + <p> + The ladies left the hall, the gentlemen re-seated themselves. Lord Raby + made some remark on politics to Sir John Merton, and the whole round of + talkers immediately followed their leader. + </p> + <p> + "It is a thousand pities, Sir John," said Lord Raby, "that you have not a + colleague more worthy of you; Nelthorpe never attends a committee, does + he?" + </p> + <p> + "I cannot say that he is a very active member; but he is young, and we + must make allowances for him," said Sir John, discreetly; for he had no + desire to oust his colleague,—it was agreeable enough to be <i>the</i> + efficient member. + </p> + <p> + "In these times," said Lord Raby, loftily, "allowances are not to be made + for systematic neglect of duty; we shall have a stormy session; the + Opposition is no longer to be despised; perhaps a dissolution may be + nearer at hand than we think for. As for Nelthorpe, he cannot come in + again." + </p> + <p> + "That I am quite sure of," said a fat country gentleman of great weight in + the county; "he not only was absent on the great Malt question, but he + never answered my letter respecting the Canal Company." + </p> + <p> + "Not answered your letter!" said Lord Raby, lifting up his hands and eyes + in amaze and horror. "What conduct! Ah, Mr. Maltravers, you are the man + for us!" + </p> + <p> + "Hear! hear!" cried the fat squire. + </p> + <p> + "Hear!" echoed Vargrave; and the approving sound went round the table. + </p> + <p> + Lord Raby rose. "Gentlemen, fill your glasses; a health to our + distinguished neighbour!" + </p> + <p> + The company applauded; each in his turn smiled, nodded, and drank to + Maltravers, who, though taken by surprise, saw at once the course to + pursue. He returned thanks simply and shortly; and without pointedly + noticing the allusion in which Lord Raby had indulged, remarked, + incidentally, that he had retired, certainly for some years—perhaps + forever—from political life. + </p> + <p> + Vargrave smiled significantly at Lord Raby, and hastened to lead the + conversation into party discussion. Wrapped in his proud disdain of what + he considered the contests of factions for toys and shadows, Maltravers + remained silent; and the party soon broke up, and adjourned to the + ballroom. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0042" id="link2HCH0042"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + LE plus grand defaut de la penetration n'est pas de n'aller + point jusqu'au but,—c'est de la passer.*—LA ROCHEFOUCAULD. + + * "The greatest defect of penetration is not that of not going + just up to the point,—'tis the passing it." +</pre> + <p> + EVELYN had looked forward to the ball at Knaresdean with feelings deeper + than those which usually inflame the fancy of a girl proud of her dress + and confident of her beauty. Whether or not she <i>loved</i> Maltravers, + in the true acceptation of the word "love," it is certain that he had + acquired a most powerful command over her mind and imagination. She felt + the warmest interest in his welfare, the most anxious desire for his + esteem, the deepest regret at the thought of their estrangement. At + Knaresdean she should meet Maltravers,—in crowds, it is true; but + still she should meet him; she should see him towering superior above the + herd; she should hear him praised; she should mark him, the observed of + all. But there was another and a deeper source of joy within her. A letter + had been that morning received from Aubrey, in which he had announced his + arrival for the next day. The letter, though affectionate, was short. + Evelyn had been some months absent,—Lady Vargrave was anxious to + make arrangements for her return; but it was to be at her option whether + she would accompany the curate home. Now, besides her delight at seeing + once more the dear old man, and hearing from his lips that her mother was + well and happy, Evelyn hailed in his arrival the means of extricating + herself from her position with Lord Vargrave. She would confide in him her + increased repugnance to that union, he would confer with Lord Vargrave; + and then—and then—did there come once more the thought of + Maltravers? No! I fear it was not Maltravers who called forth that smile + and that sigh! Strange girl, you know not your own mind!—but few of + us, at your age, do. + </p> + <p> + In all the gayety of hope, in the pride of dress and half-conscious + loveliness, Evelyn went with a light step into Caroline's room. Miss + Merton had already dismissed her woman, and was seated by her + writing-table, leaning her cheek thoughtfully on her hand. + </p> + <p> + "Is it time to go?" said she, looking up. "Well, we shall put Papa, and + the coachman, and the horses, too, in excellent humour. How well you look! + Really, Evelyn, you are indeed beautiful!" and Caroline gazed with honest + but not unenvious admiration at the fairy form so rounded and yet so + delicate, and the face that seemed to blush at its own charms. + </p> + <p> + "I am sure I can return the flattery," said Evelyn, laughing bashfully. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, as for me, I am well enough in my way: and hereafter, I dare say, we + may be rival beauties. I hope we shall remain good friends, and rule the + world with divided empire. Do you not long for the stir, and excitement, + and ambition of London?—-for ambition is open to us as to men!" + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed," replied Evelyn, smiling; "I could be ambitious, indeed; but + it would not be for myself, but for—" + </p> + <p> + "A husband, perhaps; well, you will have ample scope for such sympathy. + Lord Vargrave—" + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave again?" and Evelyn's smile vanished, and she turned away. + </p> + <p> + "Ah," said Caroline, "I should have made Vargrave an excellent wife—pity + he does not think so! As it is, I must set up for myself and become a <i>maitresse + femme</i>. So you think I look well to-night? I am glad of it—Lord + Doltimore is one who will be guided by what other people say." + </p> + <p> + "You are not serious about Lord Doltimore?" + </p> + <p> + "Most sadly serious." + </p> + <p> + "Impossible! you could not speak so if you loved him." + </p> + <p> + "Loved him! no! but I intend to marry him." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was revolted, but still incredulous. + </p> + <p> + "And you, too, will marry one whom you do not love—'tis our fate—" + </p> + <p> + "Never!" + </p> + <p> + "We shall see." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn's heart was damped, and her spirits fell. + </p> + <p> + "Tell me now," said Caroline, pressing on the wrung withers, "do you not + think this excitement, partial and provincial though it be—the sense + of beauty, the hope of conquest, the consciousness of power—better + than the dull monotony of the Devonshire cottage? Be honest—" + </p> + <p> + "No, no, indeed!" answered Evelyn, tearfully and passionately; "one hour + with my mother, one smile from her lips, were worth it all." + </p> + <p> + "And in your visions of marriage, you think then of nothing but roses and + doves,—love in a cottage!" + </p> + <p> + "Love <i>in a home</i>, no matter whether a palace or a cottage," returned + Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "Home!" repeated Caroline, bitterly; "home,—home is the English + synonym for the French <i>ennui</i>. But I hear Papa on the stairs." + </p> + <p> + A ballroom—what a scene of commonplace! how hackneyed in novels! how + trite in ordinary life! and yet ballrooms have a character and a sentiment + of their own, for all tempers and all ages. Something in the lights, the + crowd, the music, conduces to stir up many of the thoughts that belong to + fancy and romance. It is a melancholy scene to men after a certain age. It + revives many of those lighter and more graceful images connected with the + wandering desires of youth,—shadows that crossed us, and seemed + love, but were not; having much of the grace and charm, but none of the + passion and the tragedy, of love. So many of our earliest and gentlest + recollections are connected with those chalked floors, and that music + painfully gay, and those quiet nooks and corners, where the talk that + hovers about the heart and does not touch it has been held. Apart and + unsympathizing in that austerer wisdom which comes to us after deep + passions have been excited, we see form after form chasing the butterflies + that dazzle us no longer among the flowers that have evermore lost their + fragrance. + </p> + <p> + Somehow or other, it is one of the scenes that remind us most forcibly of + the loss of youth! We are brought so closely in contact with the young and + with the short-lived pleasures that once pleased us, and have forfeited + all bloom. Happy the man who turns from "the tinkling cymbal" and "the + gallery of pictures," and can think of some watchful eye and some kind + heart <i>at home</i>; but those who have no home—and they are a + numerous tribe—never feel lonelier hermits or sadder moralists than + in such a crowd. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers leaned abstractedly against the wall, and some such + reflections, perhaps, passed within, as the plumes waved and the diamonds + glittered around him. Ever too proud to be vain, the <i>monstrari digito</i> + had not flattered even in the commencement of his career. And now he + heeded not the eyes that sought his look, nor the admiring murmur of lips + anxious to be overheard. Affluent, well-born, unmarried, and still in the + prime of life,—in the small circles of a province, Ernest Maltravers + would in himself have been an object of interest to the diplomacy of + mothers and daughters; and the false glare of reputation necessarily + deepened curiosity, and widened the range of speculators and observers. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly, however, a new object of attention excited new interest; new + whispers ran through the crowd, and these awakened Maltravers from his + revery. He looked up, and beheld all eyes fixed upon one form! His own + eyes encountered those of Evelyn Cameron! + </p> + <p> + It was the first time he had seen this beautiful young person in all the + <i>eclat</i>, pomp, and circumstance of her station, as the heiress of the + opulent Templeton,—the first time he had seen her the cynosure of + crowds, who, had her features been homely, would have admired the charms + of her fortune in her face. And now, as radiant with youth, and the flush + of excitement on her soft cheek, she met his eye, he said to himself: "And + could I have wished one so new to the world to have united her lot with a + man for whom all that to her is delight has grown wearisome and stale? + Could I have been justified in stealing her from the admiration that, at + her age and to her sex, has so sweet a flattery? Or, on the other hand, + could I have gone back to her years, and sympathized with feelings that + time has taught me to despise? Better as it is." + </p> + <p> + Influenced by these thoughts, the greeting of Maltravers disappointed and + saddened Evelyn, she knew not why; it was constrained and grave. + </p> + <p> + "Does not Miss Cameron look well?" whispered Mrs. Merton, on whose arm the + heiress leaned. "You observe what a sensation she creates?" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn overheard, and blushed as she stole a glance at Maltravers. There + was something mournful in the admiration which spoke in his deep earnest + eyes. + </p> + <p> + "Everywhere," said he, calmly, and in the same tone, "everywhere Miss + Cameron appears, she must outshine all others." He turned to Evelyn, and + said with a smile, "You must learn to inure yourself to admiration; a year + or two hence, and you will not blush at your own gifts!" + </p> + <p> + "And you, too, contribute to spoil me!—fie!" + </p> + <p> + "Are you so easily spoiled? If I meet you hereafter, you will think my + compliments cold to the common language of others." + </p> + <p> + "You do not know me,—perhaps you never will." + </p> + <p> + "I am contented with the fair pages I have already read." + </p> + <p> + "Where is Lady Raby?" asked Mrs. Merton. "Oh, I see; Evelyn, my love, we + must present ourselves to our hostess." + </p> + <p> + The ladies moved on; and when Maltravers next caught a glance of Evelyn, + she was with Lady Raby, and Lord Vargrave also was by her side. + </p> + <p> + The whispers round him had grown louder. + </p> + <p> + "Very lovely indeed! so young, too! and she is really going to be married + to Lord Vargrave: so much older than she is,—quite a sacrifice!" + </p> + <p> + "Scarcely so. He is so agreeable, and still handsome. But are you sure + that the thing is settled?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes. Lord Raby himself told me so. It will take place very soon." + </p> + <p> + "But do you know who her mother was? I cannot make out." + </p> + <p> + "Nothing particular. You know the late Lord Vargrave was a man of low + birth. I believe she was a widow of his own rank; she lives quite in + seclusion." + </p> + <p> + "How d'ye do, Mr. Maltravers? So glad to see you," said the quick, shrill + voice of Mrs. Hare. "Beautiful ball! Nobody does things like Lord Raby; + don't you dance?" + </p> + <p> + "No, madam." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you young gentlemen are so <i>fine</i> nowadays!" (Mrs. Hare, laying + stress on the word <i>young</i>, thought she had paid a very elegant + compliment, and ran on with increased complacency.) + </p> + <p> + "You are going to let Burleigh, I hear, to Lord Doltimore,—is it + true? No! really now, what stories people do tell. Elegant man, Lord + Doltimore! Is it true, that Miss Caroline is going to marry his lordship? + Great match! No scandal, I hope; you'll excuse <i>me</i>! Two weddings on + the <i>tapis</i>,—quite stirring for our stupid county. Lady + Vargrave and Lady Doltimore, two new peeresses. Which do you think is the + handsomer? Miss Merton is the taller, but there is something fierce in her + eyes. Don't you think so? By the by, I wish you joy,—you'll excuse + <i>me</i>." + </p> + <p> + "Wish me joy, madam?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you are so close. Mr. Hare says he shall support you. You will have + all the ladies with you. Well, I declare, Lord Vargrave is going to dance. + How old is he, do you think?" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers uttered an audible <i>pshaw</i>, and moved away; but his + penance was not over. Lord Vargrave, much as he disliked dancing, still + thought it wise to ask the fair hand of Evelyn; and Evelyn, also, could + not refuse. + </p> + <p> + And now, as the crowd gathered round the red ropes, Maltravers had to + undergo new exclamations at Evelyn's beauty and Vargrave's luck. + Impatiently he turned from the spot, with that gnawing sickness of the + heart which none but the jealous know. He longed to depart, yet dreaded to + do so. It was the last time he should see Evelyn, perhaps for years; the + last time he should see her as Miss Cameron! + </p> + <p> + He passed into another room, deserted by all save four old gentlemen—Cleveland + one of them—immersed in whist; and threw himself upon an ottoman, + placed in a recess by the oriel window. There, half concealed by the + draperies, he communed and reasoned with himself. His heart was sad within + him; he never felt before <i>how</i> deeply and <i>how</i> passionately he + loved Evelyn; how firmly that love had fastened upon the very core of his + heart! Strange, indeed, it was in a girl so young, of whom he had seen but + little,—and that little in positions of such quiet and ordinary + interest,—to excite a passion so intense in a man who had gone + through strong emotions and stern trials! But all love is unaccountable. + The solitude in which Maltravers had lived, the absence of all other + excitement, perhaps had contributed largely to fan the flame. And his + affections had so long slept, and after long sleep the passions wake with + such giant strength! He felt now too well that the last rose of life had + bloomed for him; it was blighted in its birth, but it could never be + replaced. Henceforth, indeed, he should be alone, the hopes of home were + gone forever; and the other occupations of mind and soul—literature, + pleasure, ambition—were already forsworn at the very age in which by + most men they are most indulged! + </p> + <p> + O Youth! begin not thy career too soon, and let one passion succeed in its + due order to another; so that every season of life may have its + appropriate pursuit and charm! + </p> + <p> + The hours waned; still Maltravers stirred not; nor were his meditations + disturbed, except by occasional ejaculations from the four old gentlemen, + as between each deal they moralized over the caprices of the cards. + </p> + <p> + At length, close beside him he heard that voice, the lightest sound of + which could send the blood rushing through his veins; and from his retreat + he saw Caroline and Evelyn, seated close by. + </p> + <p> + "I beg pardon," said the former, in a low voice,—"I beg pardon, + Evelyn, for calling you away; but I longed to tell you. The die is cast. + Lord Doltimore has proposed, and I have accepted him! Alas, alas! I half + wish I could retract!" + </p> + <p> + "Dearest Caroline!" said the silver voice of Evelyn, "for Heaven's sake, + do not thus wantonly resolve on your own unhappiness! You wrong yourself, + Caroline! you do, indeed! You are not the vain ambitious character you + affect to be! Ah, what is it you require? Wealth? Are you not my friend; + am I not rich enough for both? Rank? What can it give you to compensate + for the misery of a union without love? Pray, forgive me for speaking + thus. Do not think me presumptuous, or romantic; but, indeed, indeed, I + know from my own heart what yours must undergo!" + </p> + <p> + Caroline pressed her friend's hand with emotion. + </p> + <p> + "You are a bad comforter, Evelyn. My mother, my father, will preach a very + different doctrine. I am foolish, indeed, to be so sad in obtaining the + very object I have sought! Poor Doltimore! he little knows the nature, the + feelings of her whom he thinks he has made the happiest of her sex; he + little knows—" Caroline paused, turned pale as death, and then went + rapidly on, "but you, Evelyn, <i>you</i> will meet the same fate; we shall + bear it together." + </p> + <p> + "No! no! do not think so! Where I give my hand, there shall I give my + heart." + </p> + <p> + At this time Maltravers half rose, and sighed audibly. + </p> + <p> + "Hush!" said Caroline, in alarm. At the same moment, the whist-table broke + up, and Cleveland approached Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "I am at your service," said he; "I know you will not stay the supper. You + will find me in the next room; I am just going to speak to Lord + Saxingham." The gallant old gentleman then paid a compliment to the young + ladies, and walked away. + </p> + <p> + "So you too are a deserter from the ballroom!" said Miss Merton to + Maltravers as she rose. + </p> + <p> + "I am not very well; but do not let me frighten you away." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no! I hear the music; it is the last quadrille before supper: and + here is my fortunate partner looking for me." + </p> + <p> + "I have been everywhere in search of you," said Lord Doltimore, in an + accent of tender reproach: "come, we are almost too late now." + </p> + <p> + Caroline put her arm into Lord Doltimore's, who hurried her into the + ballroom. + </p> + <p> + Miss Cameron looked irresolute whether or not to follow, when Maltravers + seated himself beside her; and the paleness of his brow, and something + that bespoke pain in the compressed lip, went at once to her heart. In her + childlike tenderness, she would have given worlds for the sister's + privilege of sympathy and soothing. The room was now deserted; they were + alone. + </p> + <p> + The words that he had overheard from Evelyn's lips, "Where I shall give my + hand, there shall I give my heart," Maltravers interpreted but in one + sense,—"she loved her betrothed;" and strange as it may seem, at + that thought, which put the last seal upon his fate, selfish anguish was + less felt than deep compassion. So young, so courted, so tempted as she + must be—and with such a protector!—the cold, the + unsympathizing, the heartless Vargrave! She, too, whose feelings, so warm, + ever trembled on her lip and eye. Oh! when she awoke from her dream, and + knew whom she had loved, what might be her destiny, what her danger! + </p> + <p> + "Miss Cameron," said Maltravers, "let me for one moment detain you; I will + not trespass long. May I once, and for the last time, assume the austere + rights of friendship? I have seen much of life, Miss Cameron, and my + experience has been purchased dearly; and harsh and hermit-like as I may + have grown, I have not outlived such feelings as you are well formed to + excite. Nay,"—and Maltravers smiled sadly—"I am not about to + compliment or flatter, I speak not to you as the young to the young; the + difference of our years, that takes away sweetness from flattery, leaves + still sincerity to friendship. You have inspired me with a deep interest,—deeper + than I thought that living beauty could ever rouse in me again! It may be + that something in the tone of your voice, your manner, a nameless grace + that I cannot define, reminds me of one whom I knew in youth,—one + who had not your advantages of education, wealth, birth; but to whom + Nature was more kind than Fortune." + </p> + <p> + He paused a moment; and without looking towards Evelyn, thus renewed,— + </p> + <p> + "You are entering life under brilliant auspices. Ah, let me hope that the + noonday will keep the promise of the dawn! You are susceptible, + imaginative; do not demand too much, or dream too fondly. When you are + wedded, do not imagine that wedded life is exempt from its trials and its + cares; if you know yourself beloved—and beloved you must be—do + not ask from the busy and anxious spirit of man all which Romance promises + and Life but rarely yields. And oh!" continued Maltravers, with an + absorbing and earnest passion, that poured forth its language with almost + breathless rapidity,—"if ever your heart rebels, if ever it be + dissatisfied, fly the false sentiment as a sin! Thrown, as from your rank + you must be, on a world of a thousand perils, with no guide so constant + and so safe as your own innocence, make not that world too dear a friend. + Were it possible that your own home ever could be lonely or unhappy, + reflect that to woman the unhappiest home is happier than all excitement + abroad. You will have a thousand suitors hereafter: believe that the asp + lurks under the flatterer's tongue, and resolve, come what may, to be + contented with your lot. How many have I known, lovely and pure as you, + who have suffered the very affections—the very beauty of their + nature—to destroy them! Listen to me as a warner, as a brother, as a + pilot who has passed the seas on which your vessel is about to launch. And + ever, ever let me know, in whatever lands your name may reach me, that one + who has brought back to me all my faith in human excellence, while the + idol of our sex, is the glory of her own. Forgive me this strange + impertinence; my heart is full, and has overflowed. And now, Miss Cameron—Evelyn + Cameron—this is my last offence, and my last farewell!" + </p> + <p> + He held out his hand, and involuntarily, unknowingly, she clasped it, as + if to detain him till she could summon words to reply. Suddenly he heard + Lord Vargrave's voice behind. The spell was broken; the next moment Evelyn + was alone, and the throng swept into the room towards the banquet, and + laughter and gay voices were heard, and Lord Vargrave was again by + Evelyn's side! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0043" id="link2HCH0043"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + To you + This journey is devoted. + <i>Lover's Progress</i>, Act iv. sc. 1. +</pre> + <p> + AS Cleveland and Maltravers returned homeward, the latter abruptly checked + the cheerful garrulity of his friend. "I have a favour, a great favour to + ask of you." + </p> + <p> + "And what is that?" + </p> + <p> + "Let us leave Burleigh tomorrow; I care not at what hour; we need go but + two or three stages if you are fatigued." + </p> + <p> + "Most hospitable host! and why?" + </p> + <p> + "It is torture, it is agony to me, to breathe the air of Burleigh," cried + Maltravers, wildly. "Can you not guess my secret? Have I then concealed it + so well? I love, I adore Evelyn Cameron, and she is betrothed to—she + loves—another!" + </p> + <p> + Mr. Cleveland was breathless with amaze; Maltravers had indeed so well + concealed his secret, and now his emotion was so impetuous, that it + startled and alarmed the old man, who had never himself experienced a + passion, though he had indulged a sentiment. He sought to console and + soothe; but after the first burst of agony, Maltravers recovered himself, + and said gently,— + </p> + <p> + "Let us never return to this subject again: it is right that I should + conquer this madness, and conquer it I will! Now you know my weakness, you + will indulge it. My cure, cannot commence until I can no longer see from + my casements the very roof that shelters the affianced bride of another." + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, then, we will set off to-morrow: my friend! is it indeed—" + </p> + <p> + "Ah, cease," interrupted the proud man; "no compassion, I implore: give me + but time and silence,—they are the only remedies." + </p> + <p> + Before noon the next day, Burleigh was once more deserted by its lord. As + the carriage drove through the village, Mrs. Elton saw it from her open + window; but her patron, too absorbed at that hour even for benevolence, + forgot her existence and yet so complicated are the webs of fate, that in + the breast of that lowly stranger was locked a secret of the most vital + moment to Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "Where is he going; where is the squire going?" asked Mrs. Elton, + anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Dear heart!" said the cottager, "they do say he be going for a short time + to foren parts. But he will be back at Christmas." + </p> + <p> + "And at Christmas I may be gone hence forever," muttered the invalid; "but + what will that matter to him—to any one?" + </p> + <p> + At the first stage Maltravers and his friend were detained a short time + for the want of horses. Lord Raby's house had been filled with guests on + the preceding night, and the stables of this little inn, dignified with + the sign of the Raby Arms, and about two miles distant from the great + man's place, had been exhausted by numerous claimants returning homeward + from Knaresdean. It was a quiet, solitary post-house, and patience, till + some jaded horses should return, was the only remedy; the host, assuring + the travellers that he expected four horses every moment, invited them + within. The morning was cold, and the fire not unacceptable to Mr. + Cleveland; so they went into the little parlour. Here they found an + elderly gentleman of very prepossessing appearance, who was waiting for + the same object. He moved courteously from the fireplace as the travellers + entered, and pushed the "B——-shire Chronicle" towards + Cleveland: Cleveland bowed urbanely. "A cold day, sir; the autumn begins + to show itself." + </p> + <p> + "It is true, sir," answered the old gentleman; "and I feel the cold the + more, having just quitted the genial atmosphere of the South." + </p> + <p> + "Of Italy?" + </p> + <p> + "No, of England only. I see by this paper (I am not much of a politician) + that there is a chance of a dissolution of parliament, and that Mr. + Maltravers is likely to come forward for this county; are you acquainted + with him, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "A little," said Cleveland, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "He is a man I am much interested in," said the old gentleman; "and I hope + soon to be honoured with his acquaintance." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! and you are going into his neighbourhood?" asked Cleveland, + looking more attentively at the stranger, and much pleased with a certain + simple candour in his countenance and manner. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, to Merton Rectory." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers, who had been hitherto stationed by the window, turned round. + </p> + <p> + "To Merton Rectory?" repeated Cleveland. "You are acquainted with Mr. + Merton, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Not yet; but I know some of his family. However, my visit is rather to a + young lady who is staying at the rectory,—Miss Cameron." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers sighed heavily; and the old gentleman looked at him curiously. + "Perhaps, sir, if you know that neighbourhood, you may have seen—" + </p> + <p> + "Miss Cameron! Certainly; it is an honour not easily forgotten." + </p> + <p> + The old gentleman looked pleased. + </p> + <p> + "The dear child!" said he, with a burst of honest affection, and he passed + his hand over his eyes. Maltravers drew near to him. + </p> + <p> + "You know Miss Cameron; you are to be envied, sir," said he. + </p> + <p> + "I have known her since she was a child; Lady Vargrave is my dearest + friend." + </p> + <p> + "Lady Vargrave must be worthy of such a daughter. Only under the light of + a sweet disposition and pure heart could that beautiful nature have been + trained and reared." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers spoke with enthusiasm; and, as if fearful to trust himself + more, left the room. + </p> + <p> + "That gentleman speaks not more warmly than justly," said the old man, + with some surprise. "He has a countenance which, if physiognomy be a true + science, declares his praise to be no common compliment; may I inquire his + name?" + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers," replied Cleveland, a little vain of the effect his + ex-pupil's name was to produce. + </p> + <p> + The curate—for it was he—started and changed countenance. + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers! but he is not about to leave the county?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, for a few months." + </p> + <p> + Here the host entered. Four horses, that had been only fourteen miles, had + just re-entered the yard. If Mr. Maltravers could spare two to that + gentleman, who had, indeed, pre-engaged them? + </p> + <p> + "Certainly," said Cleveland; "but be quick." + </p> + <p> + "And is Lord Vargrave still at Mr. Merton's?" asked the curate, musingly. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, I believe so. Miss Cameron is to be married to him very shortly,—is + it not so?" + </p> + <p> + "I cannot say," returned Aubrey, rather bewildered. "You know Lord + Vargrave, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "Extremely well!" + </p> + <p> + "And you think him worthy of Miss Cameron?" + </p> + <p> + "That is a question for her to answer. But I see the horses are put to. + Good-day, sir! Will you tell your fair young friend that you have met an + old gentleman who wishes her all happiness; and if she ask you his name, + say Cleveland?" + </p> + <p> + So saying, Mr. Cleveland bowed, and re-entered the carriage. But + Maltravers was yet missing. In fact, he returned to the house by the back + way, and went once more into the little parlour. It was something to see + again one who would so soon see Evelyn! + </p> + <p> + "If I mistake not," said Maltravers, "you are that Mr. Aubrey on whose + virtues I have often heard Miss Cameron delight to linger? Will you + believe my regret that our acquaintance is now so brief?" + </p> + <p> + As Maltravers spoke thus simply, there was in his countenance, his voice, + a melancholy sweetness, which greatly conciliated the good curate; and as + Aubrey gazed upon his noble features and lofty mien, he no longer wondered + at the fascination he had appeared to exercise over the young Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "And may I not hope, Mr. Maltravers," said he, "that before long our + acquaintance may be renewed? Could not Miss Cameron," he added, with a + smile and a penetrating look, "tempt you into Devonshire?" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers shook his head, and, muttering something not very audible, + quitted the room. The curate heard the whirl of the wheels, and the host + entered to inform him that his own carriage was now ready. + </p> + <p> + "There is something in this," thought Aubrey, "which I do not comprehend. + His manner, his trembling voice, bespoke emotions he struggled to conceal. + Can Lord Vargrave have gained his point? Is Evelyn, indeed, no longer + free?" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0044" id="link2HCH0044"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + CERTES, c'est un grand cas, Icas, + Que toujours tracas ou fracas + Vous faites d'une ou d'autre sort; + C'est le diable qui vous emporte!*—VOITURE. + + * "Certes, it is the fact, Icas, that you are always engaged in + tricks or scrapes of some sort or other; it must be the devil + that bewitches you." +</pre> + <p> + LORD VARGRAVE had passed the night of the ball and the following morning + at Knaresdean. It was necessary to bring the counsels of the scheming + conclave to a full and definite conclusion; and this was at last effected. + Their strength numbered, friends and foes alike canvassed and considered, + and due account taken of the waverers to be won over, it really did seem, + even to the least sanguine, that the Saxingham or Vargrave party was one + that might well aspire either to dictate to, or to break up, a government. + Nothing now was left to consider but the favourable hour for action. In + high spirits, Lord Vargrave returned about the middle of the day to the + rectory. + </p> + <p> + "So," thought he, as he reclined in his carriage,—"so, in politics, + the prospect clears as the sun breaks out. The party I have espoused is + one that must be the most durable, for it possesses the greatest property + and the most stubborn prejudice—what elements for Party! All that I + now require is a sufficient fortune to back my ambition. Nothing can clog + my way but these cursed debts, this disreputable want of gold. And yet + Evelyn alarms me! Were I younger, or had I not made my position too soon, + I would marry her by fraud or by force,—run off with her to Gretna, + and make Vulcan minister to Plutus. But this would never do at my years, + and with my reputation. A pretty story for the newspapers, d——-n + them! Well, nothing venture, nothing have; I will brave the hazard! + Meanwhile, Doltimore is mine; Caroline will rule him, and I rule her. His + vote and his boroughs are something,—his money will be more + immediately useful: I must do him the honour to borrow a few thousands,—Caroline + must manage that for me. The fool is miserly, though a spendthrift; and + looked black when I delicately hinted the other day that I wanted a friend—<i>id + est</i>, a loan! money and friendship same thing,—distinction + without a difference!" Thus cogitating, Vargrave whiled away the minutes + till his carriage stopped at Mr. Merton's door. + </p> + <p> + As he entered the hall he met Caroline, who had just quitted her own room. + </p> + <p> + "How lucky I am that you have on your bonnet! I long for a walk with you + round the lawn." + </p> + <p> + "And I, too, am glad to see you, Lord Vargrave," said Caroline, putting + her arm in his. + </p> + <p> + "Accept my best congratulations, my own sweet friend," said Vargrave, when + they were in the grounds. "You have no idea how happy Doltimore is. He + came to Knaresdean yesterday to communicate the news, and his neckcloth + was primmer than ever. C'est un bon enfant." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, how can you talk thus? Do you feel no pain at the thought that—that + I am another's?" + </p> + <p> + "Your heart will be ever mine,—and that is the true fidelity. What + else, too, could be done? As for Lord Doltimore, we will go shares in him. + Come, cheer thee, <i>m'amie</i>; I rattle on thus to keep up your spirits. + Do not fancy I am happy!" + </p> + <p> + Caroline let fall a few tears; but beneath the influence of Vargrave's + sophistries and flatteries, she gradually recovered her usual hard and + worldly tone of mind. + </p> + <p> + "And where is Evelyn?" asked Vargrave. "Do you know, the little witch + seemed to be half mad the night of the ball. Her head was turned; and when + she sat next me at supper, she not only answered every question I put to + her <i>a tort et a travers</i>, but I fancied every moment she was going + to burst out crying. Can you tell what was the matter with her?" + </p> + <p> + "She was grieved to hear that I was to be married to the man I do not + love. Ah, Vargrave, she has more heart than you have!" + </p> + <p> + "But she never fancies that you love me?" asked Lumley, in alarm. "You + women are so confoundedly confidential!" + </p> + <p> + "No, she does not suspect our secret." + </p> + <p> + "Then I scarcely think your approaching marriage was a sufficient cause + for so much distraction." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps she may have overheard some of the impertinent whispers about her + mother,—'Who was Lady Vargrave?' and 'What Cameron was Lady + Vargrave's first husband?' <i>I</i> overheard a hundred such vulgar + questions; and provincial people whisper so loud." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, that is a very probable solution of the mystery; and for my part, I + am almost as much puzzled as any one else can be to know who Lady Vargrave + was!" + </p> + <p> + "Did not your uncle tell you?" + </p> + <p> + "He told me that she was of no very elevated birth and station,—nothing + more; and she herself, with her quiet, say-nothing manner, slips through + all my careless questionings like an eel. She is still a beautiful + creature, more regularly handsome than even Evelyn; and old Templeton had + a very sweet tooth at the back of his head, though he never opened his + mouth wide enough to show it." + </p> + <p> + "She must ever at least have been blameless, to judge by an air which, + even now, is more like that of a child than a matron." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; she has not much of the widow about her, poor soul! But her + education, except in music, has not been very carefully attended to; and + she knows about as much of the world as the Bishop of Autun (better known + as Prince Talleyrand) knows of the Bible. If she were not so simple, she + would be silly; but silliness is never simple,—always cunning; + however, there is some cunning in her keeping her past Cameronian + Chronicles so close. Perhaps I may know more about her in a short time, + for I intend going to C——-, where my uncle once lived, in + order to see if I can revive under the rose—since peers are only + contraband electioneerers—his old parliamentary influence in that + city: and they may tell me more there than I now know." + </p> + <p> + "Did the late lord marry at C——-?" + </p> + <p> + "No; in Devonshire. I do not even know if Mrs. Cameron ever was at C——-." + </p> + <p> + "You must be curious to know who the father of your intended wife was?" + </p> + <p> + "Her father! No; I have no curiosity in that quarter. And, to tell you the + truth, I am much too busy about the Present to be raking into that heap of + rubbish we call the Past. I fancy that both your good grandmother and that + comely old curate of Brook-Green know everything about Lady Vargrave; and, + as they esteem her so much, I take it for granted she is <i>sans tache</i>." + </p> + <p> + "How could I be so stupid! <i>A propos</i> of the curate, I forgot to tell + you that he is here. He arrived about two hours ago, and has been closeted + with Evelyn ever since!" + </p> + <p> + "The deuce! What brought the old man hither?" + </p> + <p> + "That I know not. Papa received a letter from him yesterday morning, to + say that he would be here to-day. Perhaps Lady Vargrave thinks it time for + Evelyn to return home." + </p> + <p> + "What am I to do?" said Vargrave, anxiously. "Dare I yet venture to + propose?" + </p> + <p> + "I am sure it will be in vain, Vargrave. You must prepare for + disappointment." + </p> + <p> + "And ruin," muttered Vargrave, gloomily. "Hark you, Caroline, she may + refuse me if she pleases. But I am not a man to be baffled. Have her I + will, by one means or another; revenge urges me to it almost as much as + ambition. That girl's thread of life has been the dark line in my woof; + she has robbed me of fortune, she now thwarts me in my career, she humbles + me in my vanity. But, like a hound that has tasted blood, I will run her + down, whatever winding she takes." + </p> + <p> + "Vargrave, you terrify me! Reflect; we do not live in an age when violence—" + </p> + <p> + "Tush!" interrupted Lumley, with one of those dark looks which at times, + though very rarely, swept away all its customary character from that + smooth, shrewd countenance. "Tush! We live in an age as favourable to + intellect and to energy as ever was painted in romance. I have that faith + in fortune and myself that I tell you, with a prophet's voice, that Evelyn + shall fulfil the wish of my dying uncle. But the bell summons us back." + </p> + <p> + On returning to the house, Lord Vargrave's valet gave him a letter which + had arrived that morning. It was from Mr. Gustavus Douce, and ran thus:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + FLEET STREET, ——- 20, 18—. +</pre> + <p> + MY LORD,—It is with the greatest regret that I apprise you, for Self + & Co., that we shall not be able in the present state of the Money + Market to renew your Lordship's bill for 10,000 pounds, due the 28th + instant. Respectfully calling your Lordship's attention to the same, I + have the honour to be, for Self & Co., my Lord, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Your Lordship's most obedient and most obliged humble servant, + GUSTAVUS DOUCE. +</pre> + <p> + To the Right Hon. LORD VARGRAVE, etc. + </p> + <p> + This letter sharpened Lord Vargrave's anxiety and resolve; nay, it seemed + almost to sharpen his sharp features as he muttered sundry denunciations + on Messrs. Douce and Co., while arranging his neckcloth at the glass. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0045" id="link2HCH0045"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Sol.</i> Why, please your honourable lordship, we were talking + here and there,—this and that.—<i>The Stranger</i>. +</pre> + <p> + AUBREY had been closeted with Evelyn the whole morning; and, simultaneous + with his arrival, came to her the news of the departure of Maltravers. It + was an intelligence that greatly agitated and unnerved her; and, coupling + that event with his solemn words on the previous night, Evelyn asked + herself, in wonder, what sentiments she could have inspired in Maltravers. + Could he love her,—her, so young, so inferior, so uninformed? + Impossible! Alas! alas! for Maltravers! His genius, his gifts, his + towering qualities,—all that won the admiration, almost the awe, of + Evelyn,—placed him at a distance from her heart! When she asked + herself if he loved her, she did not ask, even in that hour, if she loved + him. But even the question she did ask, her judgment answered erringly in + the negative. Why should he love, and yet fly her? She understood not his + high-wrought scruples, his self-deluding belief. Aubrey was more puzzled + than enlightened by his conversation with his pupil; only one thing seemed + certain,—her delight to return to the cottage and her mother. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn could not sufficiently recover her composure to mix with the party + below; and Aubrey, at the sound of the second dinner-bell, left her to her + solitude, and bore her excuses to Mrs. Merton. + </p> + <p> + "Dear me!" said that worthy lady; "I am so sorry. I thought Miss Cameron + looked fatigued at breakfast, and there was something hysterical in her + spirits; and I suppose the surprise of your arrival has upset her. + Caroline, my dear, you had better go and see what she would like to have + taken up to her room,—a little soup and the wing of a chicken." + </p> + <p> + "My dear," said Mr. Merton, rather pompously, "I think it would be but a + proper respect to Miss Cameron, if you yourself accompanied Caroline." + </p> + <p> + "I assure you," said the curate, alarmed at the avalanche of politeness + that threatened poor Evelyn,—"I assure you that Miss Cameron would + prefer being left alone at present; as you say, Mrs. Merton, her spirits + are rather agitated." + </p> + <p> + But Mrs. Merton, with a sliding bow, had already quitted the room, and + Caroline with her. + </p> + <p> + "Come back, Sophy! Cecilia, come back!" said Mr. Merton, settling his <i>jabot</i>. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, dear Evy! poor dear Evy!—Evy is ill!" said Sophy; "I may go to + Evy? I must go, Papa!" + </p> + <p> + "No, my dear, you are too noisy; these children are quite spoiled, Mr. + Aubrey." + </p> + <p> + The old man looked at them benevolently, and drew them to his knee; and, + while Cissy stroked his long white hair, and Sophy ran on about dear Evy's + prettiness and goodness, Lord Vargrave sauntered into the room. + </p> + <p> + On seeing the curate, his frank face lighted up with surprise and + pleasure; he hastened to him, seized him by both hands, expressed the most + heartfelt delight at seeing him, inquired tenderly after Lady Vargrave, + and, not till he was out of breath, and Mrs. Merton and Caroline returning + apprised him of Miss Cameron's indisposition, did his rapture vanish; and, + as a moment before he was all joy, so now he was all sorrow. + </p> + <p> + The dinner passed off dully enough; the children, re-admitted to dessert, + made a little relief to all parties; and when they and the two ladies + went, Aubrey himself quickly rose to join Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to Miss Cameron?" said Lord Vargrave; "pray say how unhappy + I feel at her illness. I think these grapes—they are very fine—could + not hurt her. May I ask you to present them with my best—best and + most anxious regards? I shall be so uneasy till you return. Now, Merton + (as the door closed on the curate), let's have another bottle of this + famous claret! Droll old fellow that,—quite a character!" + </p> + <p> + "He is a great favourite with Lady Vargrave and Miss Cameron, I believe," + said Mr. Merton. "A mere village priest, I suppose; no talent, no energy—or + he could not be a curate at that age." + </p> + <p> + "Very true,—a shrewd remark. The Church is as good a profession as + any other for getting on, if a man has anything in him. I shall live to + see <i>you</i> a bishop!" + </p> + <p> + Mr. Merton shook his head. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I shall; though you have hitherto disdained to exhibit any one of + the three orthodox qualifications for a mitre." + </p> + <p> + "And what are they, my lord?" + </p> + <p> + "Editing a Greek play, writing a political pamphlet, and apostatizing at + the proper moment." + </p> + <p> + "Ha, ha! your lordship is severe on us." + </p> + <p> + "Not I; I often wish I had been brought up to the Church,—famous + profession, properly understood. By Jupiter, I should have been a capital + bishop!" + </p> + <p> + In his capacity of parson, Mr. Merton tried to look grave; in his capacity + of a gentlemanlike, liberal fellow, he gave up the attempt, and laughed + pleasantly at the joke of the rising man. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0046" id="link2HCH0046"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WILL nothing please you? + What do you think of the Court?—<i>The Plain Dealer</i>. +</pre> + <p> + ON one subject Aubrey found no difficulty in ascertaining Evelyn's wishes + and condition of mind. The experiment of her visit, so far as Vargrave's + hopes were concerned, had utterly failed; she could not contemplate the + prospect of his alliance, and she poured out to the curate, frankly and + fully, all her desire to effect a release from her engagement. As it was + now settled that she should return with Aubrey to Brook-Green, it was + indeed necessary to come to the long-delayed understanding with her + betrothed. Yet this was difficult, for he had so little pressed, so + distantly alluded to, their engagement, that it was like a forwardness, an + indelicacy in Evelyn to forestall the longed-for yet dreaded explanation. + This, however, Aubrey took upon himself; and at this promise Evelyn felt + as the slave may feel when the chain is stricken off. + </p> + <p> + At breakfast, Mr. Aubrey communicated to the Mertons Evelyn's intention to + return with him to Brook-Green on the following day. Lord Vargrave + started, bit his lip, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + Not so silent was Mr. Merton. + </p> + <p> + "Return with you! my dear Mr. Aubrey, just consider; it is impossible! You + see Miss Cameron's rank of life, her position,—so very strange; no + servants of her own here but her woman,—no carriage even! You would + not have her travel in a post-chaise such a long journey! Lord Vargrave, + you can never consent to that, I am sure?" + </p> + <p> + "Were it only as Miss Cameron's <i>guardian</i>," said Lord Vargrave, + pointedly, "I should certainly object to such a mode of performing such a + journey. Perhaps Mr. Aubrey means to perfect the project by taking two + outside places on the top of the coach?" + </p> + <p> + "Pardon me," said the curate, mildly, "but I am not so ignorant of what is + due to Miss Cameron as you suppose. Lady Vargrave's carriage, which + brought me hither, will be no unsuitable vehicle for Lady Vargrave's + daughter; and Miss Cameron is not, I trust, quite so spoiled by all your + friendly attentions as to be unable to perform a journey of two days with + no other protector than myself." + </p> + <p> + "I forgot Lady Vargrave's carriage,—or rather I was not aware that + you had used it, my dear sir," said Mr. Merton. "But you must not blame + us, if we are sorry to lose Miss Cameron so suddenly; I was in hopes that + <i>you</i> too would stay at least a week with us." + </p> + <p> + The curate bowed at the rector's condescending politeness; and just as he + was about to answer, Mrs. Merton put in,— + </p> + <p> + "And you see I had set my heart on her being Caroline's bridesmaid." + </p> + <p> + Caroline turned pale, and glanced at Vargrave, who appeared solely + absorbed in breaking toast into his tea,—a delicacy he had never + before been known to favour. + </p> + <p> + There was an awkward pause. The servant opportunely entered with a small + parcel of books, a note to Mr. Merton, and that most blessed of all + blessed things in the country,—the letter-bag. + </p> + <p> + "What is this?" said the rector, opening his note, while Mrs. Merton + unlocked the bag and dispensed the contents: "Left Burleigh for some + months, a day or two sooner than he had expected; excuse French + leave-taking; return Miss Merton's books, much obliged; gamekeeper has + orders to place the Burleigh preserves at my disposal. So we have lost our + neighbour!" + </p> + <p> + "Did you not know Mr. Maltravers was gone?" said Caroline. "I heard so + from Jenkins last night; he accompanies Mr. Cleveland to Paris." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed!" said Mrs. Merton, opening her eyes. "What could take him to + Paris?" + </p> + <p> + "Pleasure, I suppose," answered Caroline. "I'm sure I should rather have + wondered what could detain him at Burleigh." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave was all this while breaking open seals and running his eyes over + sundry scrawls with the practised rapidity of the man of business; he came + to the last letter. His countenance brightened. + </p> + <p> + "Royal invitation, or rather command, to Windsor," he cried. "I am afraid + I, too, must leave you, this very day." + </p> + <p> + "Bless me!" exclaimed Mrs. Merton; "is that from the king? Do let me see!" + </p> + <p> + "Not exactly from the king; the same thing though:" and Lord Vargrave, + carelessly pushing the gracious communication towards the impatient hand + and loyal gaze of Mrs. Merton, carefully put the other letters in his + pocket, and walked musingly to the window. + </p> + <p> + Aubrey seized the opportunity to approach him. "My lord, can I speak with + you a few moments?" + </p> + <p> + "Me! certainly; will you come to my dressing-room?" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0047" id="link2HCH0047"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ... THERE was never + Poor gentleman had such a sudden fortune. + + BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: <i>The Captain</i>, Act v. sc. 5. +</pre> + <p> + "MY LORD," said the curate, as Vargrave, leaning back in his chair, + appeared to examine the shape of his boots, while in reality "his sidelong + looks;" not "of love," were fixed upon his companion,—"I need + scarcely refer to the wish of the late lord, your uncle, relative to Miss + Cameron and yourself; nor need I, to one of a generous spirit, add that an + engagement could be only so far binding as both the parties whose + happiness is concerned should be willing in proper time and season to + fulfil it." + </p> + <p> + "Sir!" said Vargrave, impatiently waving his hand; and, in his irritable + surmise of what was to come, losing his habitual self-control, "I know not + what all this has to do with you; surely you trespass upon ground sacred + to Miss Cameron and myself? Whatever you have to say, let me beg you to + come at once to the point." + </p> + <p> + "My lord, I will obey you. Miss Cameron—and, I may add, with Lady + Vargrave's consent—deputes me to say that, although she feels + compelled to decline the honour of your lordship's alliance, yet if in any + arrangement of the fortune bequeathed to her she could testify to you, my + lord, her respect and friendship, it would afford her the most sincere + gratification." + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave started. + </p> + <p> + "Sir," said he, "I know not if I am to thank you for this information, the + announcement of which so strangely coincides with your arrival. But allow + me to say that there needs no ambassador between Miss Cameron and myself. + It is due, sir, to my station, to my relationship, to my character of + guardian, to my long and faithful affection, to all considerations which + men of the world understand, which men of feeling sympathize with, to + receive from Miss Cameron alone the rejection of my suit." + </p> + <p> + "Unquestionably Miss Cameron will grant your lordship the interview you + have a right to seek; but pardon me, I thought it might save you both much + pain, if the meeting were prepared by a third person; and on any matter of + business, any atonement to your lordship—" + </p> + <p> + "Atonement! what can atone to me?" exclaimed Vargrave, as he walked to and + fro the room in great disorder and excitement. "Can you give me back years + of hope and expectancy,—the manhood wasted in a vain dream? Had I + not been taught to look to this reward, should I have rejected all + occasion—while my youth was not yet all gone, while my heart was not + yet all occupied—to form a suitable alliance? Nay, should I have + indulged in a high and stirring career, for which my own fortune is by no + means qualified? Atonement! atonement! Talk of atonement to boys! Sir, I + stand before you a man whose private happiness is blighted, whose public + prospects are darkened, life wasted, fortunes ruined, the schemes of an + existence built upon one hope, which was lawfully indulged, overthrown; + and you talk to me of <i>atonement</i>!" + </p> + <p> + Selfish as the nature of this complaint might be, Aubrey was struck with + its justice. + </p> + <p> + "My lord," said he, a little embarrassed, "I cannot deny that there is + truth in much of what you say. Alas! it proves how vain it is for man to + calculate on the future; how unhappily your uncle erred in imposing + conditions, which the chances of life and the caprices of affection could + at any time dissolve! But this is blame that attaches only to the dead: + can you blame the living?" + </p> + <p> + "Sir, I considered myself bound by my uncle's prayer to keep my hand and + heart disengaged, that this title—miserable and barren distinction + though it be!—might, as he so ardently desired, descend to Evelyn. I + had a right to expect similar honour upon her side!" + </p> + <p> + "Surely, my lord, you, to whom the late lord on his death-bed confided all + the motives of his conduct and the secret of his life, cannot but be aware + that, while desirous of promoting your worldly welfare, and uniting in one + line his rank and his fortune, your uncle still had Evelyn's happiness at + heart as his warmest wish; you must know that, if that happiness were + forfeited by a marriage with you, the marriage became but a secondary + consideration. Lord Vargrave's will in itself was a proof of this. He did + not impose as an absolute condition upon Evelyn her union with yourself; + he did not make the forfeiture of her whole wealth the penalty of her + rejection of that alliance. By the definite limit of the forfeit, he + intimated a distinction between a command and a desire. And surely, when + you consider all circumstances, your lordship must think that, what with + that forfeit and the estate settled upon the title, your uncle did all + that in a worldly point of view equity and even affection could exact from + him." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave smiled bitterly, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + "And if this be doubted, I have clearer proof of his intentions. Such was + his confidence in Lady Vargrave, that in the letter he addressed to her + before his death, and which I now submit to your lordship, you will + observe that he not only expressly leaves it to Lady Vargrave's discretion + to communicate to Evelyn that history of which she is at present ignorant, + but that he also clearly defines the line of conduct he wished to be + adopted with respect to Evelyn and yourself. Permit me to point out the + passage." + </p> + <p> + Impatiently Lord Vargrave ran his eye over the letter placed in his hand, + till he came to these lines:— + </p> + <p> + "And if, when she has arrived at the proper age to form a judgment, Evelyn + should decide against Lumley's claims, you know that on no account would I + sacrifice her happiness; that all I require is, that fair play be given to + his pretensions, due indulgence to the scheme I have long had at heart. + Let her be brought up to consider him her future husband; let her not be + prejudiced against him; let her fairly judge for herself, when the time + arrives." + </p> + <p> + "You see, my lord," said Mr. Aubrey, as he took back the letter, "that + this letter bears the same date as your uncle's will. What he desired has + been done. Be just, my lord, be just, and exonerate us all from blame: who + can dictate to the affections?" + </p> + <p> + "And I am to understand that I have no chance, now or hereafter, of + obtaining the affections of Evelyn? Surely, at your age, Mr. Aubrey, you + cannot encourage the heated romance common to all girls of Evelyn's age. + Persons of our rank do not marry like the Corydon and Phyllis of a + pastoral. At my years, I never was fool enough to expect that I should + inspire a girl of seventeen with what is called a passionate attachment. + But happy marriages are based upon suitable circumstances, mutual + knowledge and indulgence, respect, esteem. Come, sir, let me hope yet,—let + me hope that, on the same day, I may congratulate you on your preferment + and you may congratulate me upon my marriage." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave said this with a cheerful and easy smile; and the tone of his + voice was that of a man who wished to convey serious meaning in a jesting + accent. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Aubrey, meek as he was, felt the insult of the hinted bribe, and + coloured with a resentment no sooner excited than checked. "Excuse me, my + lord, I have now said all; the rest had better be left to your ward + herself." + </p> + <p> + "Be it so, sir. I will ask you, then, to convey my request to Evelyn to + honour me with a last and parting interview." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave flung himself on his chair, and Aubrey left him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0048" id="link2HCH0048"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THUS airy Strephon tuned his lyre.—SHENSTONE. +</pre> + <p> + IN his meeting with Evelyn, Vargrave certainly exerted to the utmost all + his ability and all his art. He felt that violence, that sarcasm, that + selfish complaint would not avail in a man who was not loved,—though + they are often admirable cards in the hands of a man who is. As his own + heart was perfectly untouched in the matter, except by rage and + disappointment,—feelings which with him never lasted very long,—he + could play coolly his losing game. His keen and ready intellect taught him + that all he could now expect was to bequeath sentiments of generous + compassion and friendly interest; to create a favourable impression, which + he might hereafter improve; to reserve, in short, some spot of + vantage-ground in the country from which he was to affect to withdraw all + his forces. He had known, in his experience of women, which, whether as an + actor or a spectator, was large and various—though not among very + delicate and refined natures—that a lady often takes a fancy to a + suitor <i>after</i> she has rejected him; that precisely <i>because</i> + she has once rejected she ultimately accepts him. And even this chance + was, in circumstances so desperate, not to be neglected. He assumed, + therefore, the countenance, the postures, and the voice of heart-broken + but submissive despair; he affected a nobleness and magnanimity in his + grief, which touched Evelyn to the quick, and took her by surprise. + </p> + <p> + "It is enough," said he, in sad and faltering accents; "quite enough for + me to know that you cannot love me,—that I should fail in rendering + you happy. Say no more, Evelyn, say no more! Let me spare you, at least, + the pain your generous nature must feel in my anguish. I resign all + pretensions to your hand; you are free!—may you be happy!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Lord Vargrave! oh, Lumley!" said Evelyn, weeping, and moved by a + thousand recollections of early years. "If I could but prove in any other + way my grateful sense of your merits, your too partial appreciation of me, + my regard for my lost benefactor, then, indeed, nor till then, could I be + happy. Oh that this wealth, so little desired by me, had been more at my + disposal! but as it is, the day that sees me in possession of it, shall + see it placed under your disposition, your control. This is but justice,—common + justice to you; you were the nearest relation of the departed. I had no + claim on him,—none but affection. Affection! and yet I disobey him!" + </p> + <p> + There was much in all this that secretly pleased Vargrave; but it only + seemed to redouble his grief. + </p> + <p> + "Talk not thus, my ward, my friend—ah, still my friend," said he, + putting his handkerchief to his eyes. "I repine not; I am more than + satisfied. Still let me preserve my privilege of guardian, of adviser,—a + privilege dearer to me than all the wealth of the Indies!" + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave had some faint suspicion that Legard had created an undue + interest in Evelyn's heart; and on this point he delicately and indirectly + sought to sound her. Her replies convinced him that if Evelyn had + conceived any prepossession for Legard, there had not been time or + opportunity to ripen it into deep attachment. Of Maltravers he had no + fear. The habitual self-control of that reserved personage deceived him + partly; and his low opinion of mankind deceived him still more. For if + there had been any love between Maltravers and Evelyn, why should the + former not have stood his ground, and declared his suit? Lumley would have + "bah'd" and "pish'd" at the thought of any punctilious regard for + engagements so easily broken having power either to check passion for + beauty, or to restrain self-interest in the chase of an heiress. He had + known Maltravers ambitious; and with him, ambition and self-interest meant + the same. Thus, by the very <i>finesse</i> of his character—while + Vargrave ever with the worldly was a keen and almost infallible observer—with + natures of a more refined, or a higher order, he always missed the mark by + overshooting. Besides, had a suspicion of Maltravers ever crossed him, + Caroline's communications would have dispelled it. It was more strange + that Caroline should have been blind; nor would she have been so had she + been less absorbed in her own schemes and destinies. All her usual + penetration had of late settled in self; and an uneasy feeling—half + arising from conscientious reluctance to aid Vargrave's objects, half from + jealous irritation at the thought of Vargrave's marrying another—had + prevented her from seeking any very intimate or confidential communication + with Evelyn herself. + </p> + <p> + The dreaded conference was over; Evelyn parted from Vargrave with the very + feelings he had calculated on exciting,—the moment he ceased to be + her lover, her old childish regard for him recommenced. She pitied his + dejection, she respected his generosity, she was deeply grateful for his + forbearance. But still—still she was free; and her heart bounded + within her at the thought. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Vargrave, after his solemn farewell to Evelyn, retreated again + to his own room, where he remained till his post-horses arrived. Then, + descending into the drawing-room, he was pleased to find neither Aubrey + nor Evelyn there. He knew that much affectation would be thrown away upon + Mr. and Mrs. Merton; he thanked them for their hospitality, with grave and + brief cordiality, and then turned to Caroline, who stood apart by the + window. + </p> + <p> + "All is up with me at present," he whispered. "I leave you, Caroline, in + anticipation of fortune, rank, and prosperity; that is some comfort. For + myself, I see only difficulties, embarrassment, and poverty in the future; + but I despond of nothing. Hereafter you may serve me, as I have served + you. Adieu!—I have been advising Caroline not to spoil Doltimore, + Mrs. Merton; he is conceited enough already. Good-by! God bless you all! + love to your little girls. Let me know if I can serve you in any way, + Merton,—good-by again!" And thus, sentence by sentence, Vargrave + talked himself into his carriage. As it drove by the drawing-room windows, + he saw Caroline standing motionless where he had left her; he kissed his + hand,—her eyes were fixed mournfully on his. Hard, wayward, and + worldly as Caroline Merton was, Vargrave was yet not worthy of the + affection he had inspired; for she could <i>feel</i>, and he could not,—the + distinction, perhaps, between the sexes. And there still stood Caroline + Merton, recalling the last tones of that indifferent voice, till she felt + her hand seized, and turned round to see Lord Doltimore, and smile upon + the happy lover, persuaded that he was adored! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0054" id="link2H_4_0054"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "I will bring fire to thee—I reek not of the place." + —EURIPIDES: <i>Andromache</i>, 214. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0049" id="link2HCH0049"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> + <h3> + ... THIS ancient city, How wanton sits she amidst Nature's smiles! + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +... Various nations meet, As in the sea, yet not confined in space, + But streaming freely through the spacious streets.—YOUNG. +</pre> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +... His teeth he still did grind, + And grimly gnash, threatening revenge in vain.—SPENSER. +</pre> + <p> + "PARIS is a delightful place,—that is allowed by all. It is + delightful to the young, to the gay, to the idle; to the literary lion, + who likes to be petted; to the wiser epicure, who indulges a more + justifiable appetite. It is delightful to ladies, who wish to live at + their ease, and buy beautiful caps; delightful to philanthropists, who + wish for listeners to schemes of colonizing the moon; delightful to the + haunters of balls and ballets, and little theatres and superb <i>cafes</i>, + where men with beards of all sizes and shapes scowl at the English, and + involve their intellects in the fascinating game of dominos. For these, + and for many others, Paris is delightful. I say nothing against it. But, + for my own part, I would rather live in a garret in London than in a + palace in the Chaussee d'Antin.—'Chacun a son mauvais gout.' + </p> + <p> + "I don't like the streets, in which I cannot walk but in the kennel; I + don't like the shops, that contain nothing except what's at the window; I + don't like the houses, like prisons which look upon a courtyard; I don't + like the <i>beaux jardins</i>, which grow no plants save a Cupid in + plaster; I don't like the wood fires, which demand as many <i>petits soins</i> + as the women, and which warm no part of one but one's eyelids, I don't + like the language, with its strong phrases about nothing, and vibrating + like a pendulum between 'rapture' and 'desolation;' I don't like the + accent, which one cannot get, without speaking through one's nose; I don't + like the eternal fuss and jabber about books without nature, and + revolutions without fruit; I have no sympathy with tales that turn on a + dead jackass, nor with constitutions that give the ballot to the + representatives, and withhold the suffrage from the people; neither have I + much faith in that enthusiasm for the <i>beaux arts</i>, which shows its + produce in execrable music, detestable pictures, abominable sculpture, and + a droll something that I believe the <i>French</i> call POETRY. Dancing + and cookery,—these are the arts the French excel in, I grant it; and + excellent things they are; but oh, England! oh, Germany! you need not be + jealous of your rival!" + </p> + <p> + These are not the author's remarks,—he disowns them; they were Mr. + Cleveland's. He was a prejudiced man; Maltravers was more liberal, but + then Maltravers did not pretend to be a wit. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers had been several weeks in the city of cities, and now he had + his apartments in the gloomy but interesting Faubourg St. Germain, all to + himself. For Cleveland, having attended eight days at a sale, and having + moreover ransacked all the curiosity shops, and shipped off bronzes and + cabinets, and Genoese silks and <i>objets de vertu</i>, enough to have + half furnished Fonthill, had fulfilled his mission, and returned to his + villa. Before the old gentleman went, he flattered himself that change of + air and scene had already been serviceable to his friend; and that time + would work a complete cure upon that commonest of all maladies,—an + unrequited passion, or an ill-placed caprice. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers, indeed, in the habit of conquering, as well as of concealing + emotion, vigorously and earnestly strove to dethrone the image that had + usurped his heart. Still vain of his self-command, and still worshipping + his favourite virtue of Fortitude and his delusive philosophy of the calm + Golden Mean, he would not weakly indulge the passion, while he so sternly + fled from its object. + </p> + <p> + But yet the image of Evelyn pursued,—it haunted him; it came on him + unawares, in solitude, in crowds. That smile so cheering, yet so soft, + that ever had power to chase away the shadow from his soul; that youthful + and luxurious bloom of pure and eloquent thoughts, which was as the + blossom of genius before its fruit, bitter as well as sweet, is born; that + rare union of quick feeling and serene temper, which forms the very ideal + of what we dream of in the mistress, and exact from the wife,—all, + even more, far more, than the exquisite form and the delicate graces of + the less durable beauty, returned to him, after every struggle with + himself; and time only seemed to grave, in deeper if more latent folds of + his heart, the ineradicable impression. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers renewed his acquaintance with some persons not unfamiliar to + the reader. + </p> + <p> + Valerie de Ventadour—how many recollections of the fairer days of + life were connected with that name! Precisely as she had never reached to + his love, but only excited his fancy (the fancy of twenty-two), had her + image always retained a pleasant and grateful hue; it was blended with no + deep sorrow, no stern regret, no dark remorse, no haunting shame. + </p> + <p> + They met again. Madame de Ventadour was still beautiful, and still + admired,—perhaps more admired than ever; for to the great, fashion + and celebrity bring a second and yet more popular youth. But Maltravers, + if rejoiced to see how gently Time had dealt with the fair Frenchwoman, + was yet more pleased to read in her fine features a more serene and + contented expression than they had formerly worn. Valerie de Ventadour had + preceded her younger admirer through the "MYSTERIES of LIFE;" she had + learned the real objects of being; she distinguished between the Actual + and the Visionary, the Shadow and the Substance; she had acquired content + for the present, and looked with quiet hope towards the future. Her + character was still spotless; or rather, every year of temptation and + trial had given it a fairer lustre. Love, that might have ruined, being + once subdued, preserved her from all after danger. The first meeting + between Maltravers and Valerie was, it is true, one of some embarrassment + and reserve: not so the second. They did but once, and that slightly, + recur to the past, and from that moment, as by a tacit understanding, true + friendship between them dated. Neither felt mortified to see that an + illusion had passed away,—they were no longer the same in each + other's eyes. Both might be improved, and were so; but the Valerie and the + Ernest of Naples were as things dead and gone! Perhaps Valerie's heart was + even more reconciled to the cure of its soft and luxurious malady by the + renewal of their acquaintance. The mature and experienced reasoner, in + whom enthusiasm had undergone its usual change, with the calm brow and + commanding aspect of sober manhood, was a being so different from the + romantic boy, new to the actual world of civilized toils and pleasures, + fresh from the adventures of Eastern wanderings, and full of golden dreams + of poetry before it settles into authorship or action! She missed the + brilliant errors, the daring aspirations,—even the animated gestures + and eager eloquence,—that had interested and enamoured her in the + loiterer by the shores of Baiae, or amidst the tomb-like chambers of + Pompeii. For the Maltravers now before her—wiser, better, nobler, + even handsomer than of yore (for he was one whom manhood became better + than youth)—the Frenchwoman could at any period have felt friendship + without danger. It seemed to her, not as it really was, the natural <i>development</i>, + but the very <i>contrast</i>, of the ardent, variable, imaginative boy, by + whose side she had gazed at night on the moonlit waters and rosy skies of + the soft Parthenope! How does time, after long absence, bring to us such + contrasts between the one we remember and the one we see! And what a + melancholy mockery does it seem of our own vain hearts, dreaming of + impressions never to be changed, and affections that never can grow cool! + </p> + <p> + And now, as they conversed with all the ease of cordial and guileless + friendship, how did Valerie rejoice in secret that upon that friendship + there rested no blot of shame! and that she had not forfeited those + consolations for a home without love, which had at last settled into + cheerful nor unhallowed resignation,—consolations only to be found + in the conscience and the pride! + </p> + <p> + M. de Ventadour had not altered, except that his nose was longer, and that + he now wore a peruque in full curl instead of his own straight hair. But + somehow or other—perhaps by the mere charm of custom—he had + grown more pleasing in Valerie's eyes; habit had reconciled her to his + foibles, deficiencies, and faults; and, by comparison with others, she + could better appreciate his good qualities, such as they were,—generosity, + good-temper, good-nature, and unbounded indulgence to herself. Husband and + wife have so many interests in common, that when they have jogged on + through the ups and downs of life a sufficient time, the leash which at + first galled often grows easy and familiar; and unless the <i>temper</i>, + or rather the disposition and the heart, of either be insufferable, what + was once a grievous yoke becomes but a companionable tie. And for the + rest, Valerie, now that sentiment and fancy were sobered down, could take + pleasure in a thousand things which her pining affections once, as it + were, overlooked and overshot. She could feel grateful for all the + advantages her station and wealth procured her; she could cull the roses + in her reach, without sighing for the amaranths of Elysium. + </p> + <p> + If the great have more temptations than those of middle life, and if their + senses of enjoyment become more easily pampered into a sickly apathy, so + at least (if they can once outlive satiety) they have many more resources + at their command. There is a great deal of justice in the old line, + displeasing though it be to those who think of love in a cottage, "'Tis + best repenting in a coach and six!" If among the Eupatrids, the Well Born, + there is less love in wedlock, less quiet happiness at home, still they + are less chained each to each,—they have more independence, both the + woman and the man, and occupations and the solace without can be so easily + obtained! Madame de Ventadour, in retiring from the mere frivolities of + society—from crowded rooms, and the inane talk and hollow smiles of + mere acquaintanceship—became more sensible of the pleasures that her + refined and elegant intellect could derive from art and talent, and the + communion of friendship. She drew around her the most cultivated minds of + her time and country. Her abilities, her wit, and her conversational + graces enabled her not only to mix on equal terms with the most eminent, + but to amalgamate and blend the varieties of talent into harmony. The same + persons, when met elsewhere, seemed to have lost their charm; under + Valerie's roof every one breathed a congenial atmosphere. And music and + letters, and all that can refine and embellish civilized life, contributed + their resources to this gifted and beautiful woman. And thus she found + that the <i>mind</i> has excitement and occupation, as well as the heart; + and, unlike the latter, the culture we bestow upon the first ever yields + us its return. We talk of education for the poor, but we forget how much + it is needed by the rich. Valerie was a living instance of the advantages + to women of knowledge and intellectual resources. By them she had purified + her fancy, by them she had conquered discontent, by them she had grown + reconciled to life and to her lot! When the heavy heart weighed down the + one scale, it was the mind that restored the balance. + </p> + <p> + The spells of Madame de Ventadour drew Maltravers into this charmed circle + of all that was highest, purest, and most gifted in the society of Paris. + There he did not meet, as were met in the times of the old <i>regime</i>, + sparkling abbes intent upon intrigues; or amorous old dowagers, eloquent + on Rousseau; or powdered courtiers, uttering epigrams against kings and + religions,—straws that foretold the whirlwind. Paul Courier was + right! Frenchmen are Frenchmen still; they are full of fine phrases, and + their thoughts smell of the theatre; they mistake foil for diamonds, the + Grotesque for the Natural, the Exaggerated for the Sublime: but still I + say, Paul Courier was right,—there is more honesty now in a single + <i>salon</i> in Paris than there was in all France in the days of + Voltaire. Vast interests and solemn causes are no longer tossed about like + shuttlecocks on the battledores of empty tongues. In the <i>bouleversement</i> + of Revolutions the French have fallen on their feet! + </p> + <p> + Meeting men of all parties and all classes, Maltravers was struck with the + heightened tone of public morals, the earnest sincerity of feeling which + generally pervaded all, as compared with his first recollections of the + Parisians. He saw that true elements for national wisdom were at work, + though he saw also that there was no country in which their operations + would be more liable to disorder, more slow and irregular in their + results. The French are like the Israelites in the Wilderness, when, + according to a Hebrew tradition, every morning they seemed on the verge of + Pisgah, and every evening they were as far from it as ever. But still time + rolls on, the pilgrimage draws to its close, and the Canaan must come at + last! + </p> + <p> + At Valerie's house, Maltravers once more met the De Montaignes. It was a + painful meeting, for they thought of Cesarini when they met. + </p> + <p> + It is now time to return to that unhappy man. Cesarini had been removed + from England when Maltravers quitted it after Lady Florence's death; and + Maltravers had thought it best to acquaint De Montaigne with all the + circumstances that had led to his affliction. The pride and the honour of + the high-spirited Frenchman were deeply shocked by the tale of fraud and + guilt, softened as it was; but the sight of the criminal, his awful + punishment, merged every other feeling in compassion. Placed under the + care of the most skilful practitioners in Paris, great hopes of Cesarini's + recovery had been at first entertained. Nor was it long, indeed, before he + appeared entirely restored, so far as the external and superficial tokens + of sanity could indicate a cure. He testified complete consciousness of + the kindness of his relations, and clear remembrance of the past: but to + the incoherent ravings of delirium, an intense melancholy, still more + deplorable, succeeded. In this state, however, he became once more the + inmate of his brother-in-law's house; and though avoiding all society, + except that of Teresa, whose affectionate nature never wearied of its + cares, he resumed many of his old occupations. Again he appeared to take + delight in desultory and unprofitable studies, and in the cultivation of + that luxury of solitary men, "the thankless muse." By shunning all topics + connected with the gloomy cause of his affliction, and talking rather of + the sweet recollections of Italy and childhood than of more recent events, + his sister was enabled to soothe the dark hour, and preserve some kind of + influence over the ill-fated man. One day, however, there fell into his + hands an English newspaper, which was full of the praises of Lord + Vargrave; and the article in lauding the peer referred to his services as + the commoner Lumley Ferrers. + </p> + <p> + This incident, slight as it appeared, and perfectly untraceable by his + relations, produced a visible effect on Cesarini; and three days + afterwards he attempted his own life. The failure of the attempt was + followed by the fiercest paroxysms. His disease returned in all its dread + force: and it became necessary to place him under yet stricter confinement + than he had endured before. Again, about a year from the date now entered + upon, he had appeared to recover; and again he was removed to De + Montaigne's house. His relations were not aware of the influence which + Lord Vargrave's name exercised over Cesarini; in the melancholy tale + communicated to them by Maltravers, that name had not been mentioned. If + Maltravers had at one time entertained some vague suspicions that Lumley + had acted a treacherous part with regard to Florence, those suspicions had + long since died away for want of confirmation; nor did he (nor did + therefore the De Montaignes) connect Lord Vargrave with the affliction of + Cesarini. De Montaigne himself, therefore, one day at dinner, alluding to + a question of foreign politics which had been debated that morning in the + Chamber, and in which he himself had taken an active part, happened to + refer to a speech of Vargrave upon the subject, which had made some + sensation abroad, as well as at home. Teresa asked innocently who Lord + Vargrave was; and De Montaigne, well acquainted with the biography of the + principal English statesmen, replied that he had commenced his career as + Mr. Ferrers, and reminded Teresa that they had once been introduced to him + in Paris. Cesarini suddenly rose and left the room; his absence was not + noted, for his comings and goings were ever strange and fitful. Teresa + soon afterwards quitted the apartment with her children, and De Montaigne, + who was rather fatigued by the exertions and excitement of the morning, + stretched himself in his chair to enjoy a short <i>siesta</i>. He was + suddenly awakened by a feeling of pain and suffocation,—awakened in + time to struggle against a strong grip that had fastened itself at his + throat. The room was darkened in the growing shades of the evening; and, + but for the glittering and savage eyes that were fixed on him, he could + scarcely discern his assailant. He at length succeeded, however, in + freeing himself, and casting the intended assassin on the ground. He + shouted for assistance; and the lights borne by the servants who rushed + into the room revealed to him the face of his brother-in-law. Cesarini, + though in strong convulsions, still uttered cries and imprecations of + revenge; he denounced De Montaigne as a traitor and a murderer! In the + dark confusion of his mind, he had mistaken the guardian for the distant + foe, whose name sufficed to conjure up the phantoms of the dead, and + plunge reason into fury. + </p> + <p> + It was now clear that there was danger and death in Cesarini's disease. + His madness was pronounced to be capable of no certain and permanent cure; + he was placed at a new asylum (the superintendents of which were + celebrated for humanity as well as skill), a little distance from + Versailles, and there he still remained. Recently his lucid intervals had + become more frequent and prolonged; but trifles that sprang from his own + mind, and which no care could prevent or detect, sufficed to renew his + calamity in all its fierceness. At such times he required the most + unrelaxing vigilance, for his madness ever took an alarming and ferocious + character; and had he been left unshackled, the boldest and stoutest of + the keepers would have dreaded to enter his cell unarmed, or alone. + </p> + <p> + What made the disease of the mind appear more melancholy and confirmed + was, that all this time the frame seemed to increase in health and + strength. This is not an uncommon case in instances of mania—and it + is generally the worst symptom. In earlier youth, Cesarini had been + delicate even to effeminacy; but now his proportions were enlarged, his + form, though still lean and spare, muscular and vigorous,—as if in + the torpor which usually succeeded to his bursts of frenzy, the animal + portion gained by the repose or disorganization of the intellectual. When + in his better and calmer mood—in which indeed none but the + experienced could have detected his malady—books made his chief + delight. But then he complained bitterly, if briefly, of the confinement + he endured, of the injustice be suffered; and as, shunning all companions, + he walked gloomily amidst the grounds that surrounded that House of Woe, + his unseen guardians beheld him clenching his hands, as at some visionary + enemy, or overheard him accuse some phantom of his brain of the torments + he endured. + </p> + <p> + Though the reader can detect in Lumley Ferrers the cause of the frenzy, + and the object of the imprecation, it was not so with the De Montaignes, + nor with the patient's keepers and physicians; for in his delirium he + seldom or never gave name to the shadows that he invoked,—not even + to that of Florence. It is, indeed, no unusual characteristic of madness + to shun, as by a kind of cunning, all mention of the names of those by + whom the madness has been caused. It is as if the unfortunates imagined + that the madness might be undiscovered if the images connected with it + were unbetrayed. + </p> + <p> + Such, at this time, was the wretched state of the man, whose talents had + promised a fair and honourable career, had it not been the wretched + tendency of his mind, from boyhood upward, to pamper every unwholesome and + unhallowed feeling as a token of the exuberance of genius. De Montaigne, + though he touched as lightly as possible upon this dark domestic calamity + in his first communications with Maltravers, whose conduct in that + melancholy tale of crime and woe had, he conceived, been stamped with + generosity and feeling, still betrayed emotions that told how much his + peace had been embittered. + </p> + <p> + "I seek to console Teresa," said he, turning away his manly head, "and to + point out all the blessings yet left to her; but that brother so beloved, + from whom so much was so vainly expected,—still ever and ever, + though she strives to conceal it from me, this affliction comes back to + her, and poisons every thought! Oh, better a thousand times that he had + died! When reason, sense, almost the soul, are dead, how dark and + fiend-like is the life that remains behind! And if it should be in the + blood—if Teresa's children—dreadful thought!" + </p> + <p> + De Montaigne ceased, thoroughly overcome. + </p> + <p> + "Do not, my dear friend, so fearfully exaggerate your misfortune, great as + it is; Cesarini's disease evidently arose from no physical conformation,—it + was but the crisis, the development, of a long-contracted malady of mind, + passions morbidly indulged, the reasoning faculty obstinately neglected; + and yet too he may recover. The further memory recedes from the shock he + has sustained, the better the chance that his mind will regain its tone." + </p> + <p> + De Montaigne wrung his friend's hand. + </p> + <p> + "It is strange that from you should come sympathy and comfort!—you + whom he so injured; you whom his folly or his crime drove from your proud + career, and your native soil! But Providence will yet, I trust, redeem the + evil of its erring creature, and I shall yet live to see you restored to + hope and home, a happy husband, an honoured citizen. Till then, I feel as + if the curse lingered upon my race." + </p> + <p> + "Speak not thus. Whatever my destiny, I have recovered from that wound; + and still, De Montaigne, I find in life that suffering succeeds to + suffering, and disappointment to disappointment, as wave to wave. To + endure is the only philosophy; to believe that we shall live again in a + brighter planet, is the only hope that our reason should accept from our + desires." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0050" id="link2HCH0050"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MONSTRA evenerunt mihi: + Introit in aedes ater alienus canis, + Anguis per impluvium decidit de tegulis, + Gallina cecinit!*—TERENCE. + + * "Prodigies have occurred: a strange black dog came into the house; + a snake glided from the tiles, through the court; the hen crowed." +</pre> + <p> + WITH his constitutional strength of mind, and conformably with his + acquired theories, Maltravers continued to struggle against the latest and + strongest passion of his life. It might be seen in the paleness of his + brow, and that nameless expression of suffering which betrays itself in + the lines about the mouth, that his health was affected by the conflict + within him; and many a sudden fit of absence and abstraction, many an + impatient sigh, followed by a forced and unnatural gayety, told the + observant Valerie that he was the prey of a sorrow he was too proud to + disclose. He compelled himself, however, to take, or to affect, an + interest in the singular phenomena of the social state around him,—phenomena + that, in a happier or serener mood, would indeed have suggested no + ordinary food for conjecture and meditation. + </p> + <p> + The state of <i>visible transition</i> is the state of nearly all the + enlightened communities in Europe. But nowhere is it so pronounced as in + that country which may be called the Heart of European Civilization. + There, all to which the spirit of society attaches itself appears broken, + vague, and half developed,—the Antique in ruins, and the New not + formed. It is, perhaps, the only country in which the Constructive + principle has not kept pace with the Destructive. The Has Been is blotted + out; the To Be is as the shadow of a far land in a mighty and perturbed + sea.* + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * The reader will remember that these remarks were written long + before the last French Revolution, and when the dynasty of Louis + Philippe was generally considered most secure. +</pre> + <p> + Maltravers, who for several years had not examined the progress of modern + literature, looked with mingled feelings of surprise, distaste, and + occasional and most reluctant admiration, on the various works which the + successors of Voltaire and Rousseau have produced, and are pleased to call + the offspring of Truth united to Romance. + </p> + <p> + Profoundly versed in the mechanism and elements of those masterpieces of + Germany and England, from which the French have borrowed so largely while + pretending to be original, Maltravers was shocked to see the monsters + which these Frankensteins had created from the relics and the offal of the + holiest sepulchres. The head of a giant on the limbs of a dwarf, + incongruous members jumbled together, parts fair and beautiful,—the + whole a hideous distortion! + </p> + <p> + "It may be possible," said he to De Montaigne, "that these works are + admired and extolled; but how they can be vindicated by the examples of + Shakspeare and Goethe, or even of Byron, who redeemed poor and + melodramatic conceptions with a manly vigour of execution, an energy and + completeness of purpose, that Dryden himself never surpassed, is to me + utterly inconceivable." + </p> + <p> + "I allow that there is a strange mixture of fustian and maudlin in all + these things," answered De Montaigne; "but they are but the windfalls of + trees that may bear rich fruit in due season; meanwhile, any new school is + better than eternal imitations of the old. As for critical vindications of + the works themselves, the age that produces the phenomena is never the age + to classify and analyze them. We have had a deluge, and now new creatures + spring from the new soil." + </p> + <p> + "An excellent simile: they come forth from slime and mud,—fetid and + crawling, unformed and monstrous. I grant exceptions; and even in the New + School, as it is called, I can admire the real genius, the vital and + creative power of Victor Hugo. But oh, that a nation which has known a + Corneille should ever spawn forth a ——-! And with these + rickety and drivelling abortions—all having followers and adulators—your + Public can still bear to be told that they have improved wonderfully on + the day when they gave laws and models to the literature of Europe; they + can bear to hear ——- proclaimed a sublime genius in the same + circles which sneer down Voltaire!" + </p> + <p> + Voltaire is out of fashion in France, but Rousseau still maintains his + influence, and boasts his imitators. Rousseau was the worse man of the + two; perhaps he was also the more dangerous writer. But his reputation is + more durable, and sinks deeper into the heart of his nation; and the + danger of his unstable and capricious doctrines has passed away. In + Voltaire we behold the fate of all writers purely destructive; their uses + cease with the evils they denounce. But Rousseau sought to construct as + well as to destroy; and though nothing could well be more absurd than his + constructions, still man loves to look back and see even delusive images—castles + in the air—reared above the waste where cities have been. Rather + than leave even a burial-ground to solitude, we populate it with ghosts. + </p> + <p> + By degrees, however, as he mastered all the features of the French + literature, Maltravers become more tolerant of the present defects, and + more hopeful of the future results. He saw in one respect that that + literature carried with it its own ultimate redemption. + </p> + <p> + Its general characteristic—contradistinguished from the literature + of the old French classic school—is to take the <i>heart</i> for its + study; to bring the passions and feelings into action, and let the Within + have its record and history as well as the Without. In all this our + contemplative analyst began to allow that the French were not far wrong + when they contended that Shakspeare made the fountain of their + inspiration,—a fountain which the majority of our later English + Fictionists have neglected. It is not by a story woven of interesting + incidents, relieved by delineations of the externals and surface of + character, humorous phraseology, and every-day ethics, that Fiction + achieves its grandest ends. + </p> + <p> + In the French literature, thus characterized, there is much false + morality, much depraved sentiment, and much hollow rant; but still it + carries within it the germ of an excellence, which, sooner or later, must + in the progress of national genius arrive at its full development. + Meanwhile, it is a consolation to know that nothing really immoral is ever + permanently popular, or ever, therefore, long deleterious; what is + dangerous in a work of genius cures itself in a few years. We can now read + "Werther," and instruct our hearts by its exposition of weakness and + passion, our taste by its exquisite and unrivalled simplicity of + construction and detail, without any fear that we shall shoot ourselves in + top-boots! We can feel ourselves elevated by the noble sentiments of "The + Robbers," and our penetration sharpened as to the wholesale immorality of + conventional cant and hypocrisy, without any danger of turning banditti + and becoming cutthroats from the love of virtue. Providence, that has made + the genius of the few in all times and countries the guide and prophet of + the many, and appointed Literature as the sublime agent of Civilization, + of Opinion, and of Law, has endowed the elements it employs with a divine + power of self-purification. The stream settles of itself by rest and time; + the impure particles fly off, or are neutralized by the healthful. It is + only fools that call the works of a master-spirit immoral. There does not + exist in the literature of the world one <i>popular</i> book that is + immoral two centuries after it is produced. For, in the heart of nations, + the False does not live so long; and the True is the Ethical to the end of + time. + </p> + <p> + From the literary Maltravers turned to the political state of France his + curious and thoughtful eye. He was struck by the resemblance which this + nation—so civilized, so thoroughly European—bears in one + respect to the despotisms of the East: the convulsions of the capital + decide the fate of the country; Paris is the tyrant of France. He saw in + this inflammable concentration of power, which must ever be pregnant with + great evils, one of the causes why the revolutions of that powerful and + polished people are so incomplete and unsatisfactory, why, like Cardinal + Fleury, system after system, and Government after Government— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ... "floruit sine fructu, + Defloruit sine luctu."* + + * "Flourished without fruit, and was destroyed without regret." +</pre> + <p> + Maltravers regarded it as a singular instance of perverse ratiocination, + that, unwarned by experience, the French should still persist in + perpetuating this political vice; that all their policy should still be + the policy of Centralization,—a principle which secures the + momentary strength, but ever ends in the abrupt destruction of States. It + is, in fact, the perilous tonic, which seems to brace the system, but + drives the blood to the head,—thus come apoplexy and madness. By + centralization the provinces are weakened, it is true,—but weak to + assist as well as to oppose a government, weak to withstand a mob. + Nowhere, nowadays, is a mob so powerful as in Paris: the political history + of Paris is the history of snobs. Centralization is an excellent quackery + for a despot who desires power to last only his own life, and who has but + a life-interest in the State; but to true liberty and permanent order + centralization is a deadly poison. The more the provinces govern their own + affairs, the more we find everything, even to roads and post-horses, are + left to the people; the more the Municipal Spirit pervades every vein of + the vast body, the more certain may we be that reform and change must come + from universal opinion, which is slow, and constructs ere it destroys,—not + from public clamour, which is sudden, and not only pulls down the edifice + but sells the bricks! + </p> + <p> + Another peculiarity in the French Constitution struck and perplexed + Maltravers. This people so pervaded by the republican sentiment; this + people, who had sacrificed so much for Freedom; this people, who, in the + name of Freedom, had perpetrated so much crime with Robespierre, and + achieved so much glory with Napoleon,—this people were, as a people, + contented to be utterly excluded from all power and voice in the State! + Out of thirty-three millions of subjects, less than two hundred thousand + electors! Where was there ever an oligarchy equal to this? What a strange + infatuation, to demolish an aristocracy and yet to exclude a people! What + an anomaly in political architecture, to build an inverted pyramid! Where + was the safety-valve of governments, where the natural vents of excitement + in a population so inflammable? The people itself were left a mob,—no + stake in the State, no action in its affairs, no legislative interest in + its security.* + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * Has not all this proved prophetic? +</pre> + <p> + On the other hand, it was singular to see how—the aristocracy of + birth broken down—the aristocracy of letters had arisen. A Peerage, + half composed of journalists, philosophers, and authors! This was the + beau-ideal of Algernon Sidney's Aristocratic Republic, of the Helvetian + vision of what ought to be the dispensation of public distinctions; yet + was it, after all, a desirable aristocracy? Did society gain; did + literature lose? Was the priesthood of Genius made more sacred and more + pure by these worldly decorations and hollow titles; or was aristocracy + itself thus rendered a more disinterested, a more powerful, or a more + sagacious element in the administration of law, or the elevation of + opinion? These questions, not lightly to be answered, could not fail to + arouse the speculation and curiosity of a man who had been familiar with + the closet and the forum; and in proportion as he found his interest + excited in these problems to be solved by a foreign nation, did the + thoughtful Englishman feel the old instinct—which binds the citizen + to the fatherland—begin to stir once more earnestly and vividly + within him. + </p> + <p> + "You, yourself individually, are passing like us," said De Montaigne one + day to Maltravers, "through a state of transition. You have forever left + the Ideal, and you are carrying your cargo of experience over to the + Practical. When you reach that haven, you will have completed the + development of your forces." + </p> + <p> + "You mistake me,—I am but a spectator." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but you desire to go behind the scenes; and he who once grows + familiar with the green-room, longs to be an actor." + </p> + <p> + With Madame de Ventadour and the De Montaignes Maltravers passed the chief + part of his time. They knew how to appreciate his nobler and to love his + gentler attributes and qualities; they united in a warm interest for his + future fate; they combated his Philosophy of Inaction; and they felt that + it was because he was not happy that he was not wise. Experience was to + him what ignorance had been to Alice. His faculties were chilled and + dormant. As affection to those who are unskilled in all things, so is + affection to those who despair of all things. The mind of Maltravers was a + world without a sun! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0051" id="link2HCH0051"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + COELEBS, quid agam?*—HORACE. + + * "What shall I do, a bachelor?" +</pre> + <p> + IN a room at Fenton's Hotel sat Lord Vargrave and Caroline Lady Doltimore,—two + months after the marriage of the latter. + </p> + <p> + "Doltimore has positively fixed, then, to go abroad on your return from + Cornwall?" + </p> + <p> + "Positively,—to Paris. You can join us at Christmas, I trust?" + </p> + <p> + "I have no doubt of it; and before then I hope that I shall have arranged + certain public matters, which at present harass and absorb me even more + than my private affairs." + </p> + <p> + "You have managed to obtain terms with Mr. Douce, and to delay the + repayment of your debt to him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I hope so, till I touch Miss Cameron's income; which will be mine, I + trust, by the time she is eighteen." + </p> + <p> + "You mean the forfeit money of thirty thousand pounds?" + </p> + <p> + "Not I; I mean what I said!" + </p> + <p> + "Can you really imagine she will still accept your hand?" + </p> + <p> + "With your aid, I do imagine it! Hear me. You must take Evelyn with you to + Paris. I have no doubt but that she will be delighted to accompany you; + nay, I have paved the way so far. For, of course, as a friend of the + family, and guardian to Evelyn, I have maintained a correspondence with + Lady Vargrave. She informs me that Evelyn has been unwell and + low-spirited; that she fears Brook-Green is dull for her, etc. I wrote, in + reply, to say that the more my ward saw of the world, prior to her + accession, when of age, to the position she would occupy in it, the more + she would fulfil my late uncle's wishes with respect to her education and + so forth. I added that as you were going to Paris, and as you loved her so + much, there could not be a better opportunity for her entrance into life + under the most favourable auspices. Lady Vargrave's answer to this letter + arrived this morning: she will consent to such an arrangement should you + propose it." + </p> + <p> + "But what good will result to yourself in this project? At Paris you will + be sure of rivals, and—" + </p> + <p> + "Caroline," interrupted Lord Vargrave, "I know very well what you would + say: I also know all the danger I must incur. But it is a choice of evils, + and I choose the least. You see that while she is at Brook-Green, and + under the eye of that sly old curate, I can effect nothing with her. + There, she is entirely removed from my influence: not so abroad; not so + under your roof. Listen to me still further. In this country, and + especially in the seclusion and shelter of Brook-Green, I have no scope + for any of those means which I shall be compelled to resort to, in failure + of all else." + </p> + <p> + "What can you intend?" said Caroline, with a slight shudder. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what I intend yet. But this, at least, I can tell you,—that + Miss Cameron's fortune I must and will have. I am a desperate man; and I + can play a desperate game, if need be." + </p> + <p> + "And do you think that <i>I</i> will aid, will abet?" + </p> + <p> + "Hush, not so loud! Yes, Caroline, you will, and you must aid and abet me + in any project I may form." + </p> + <p> + "Must! Lord Vargrave?" + </p> + <p> + "Ay," said Lumley, with a smile, and sinking his voice into a whisper,—"ay! + <i>you are in my power</i>!" + </p> + <p> + "Traitor!—you cannot dare! you cannot mean—" + </p> + <p> + "I mean nothing more than to remind you of the ties that exist between us,—ties + which ought to render us the firmest and most confidential of friends. + Come, Caroline, recollect all the benefit must not lie on one side. I have + obtained for you rank and wealth; I have procured you a husband,—you + must help me to a wife!" + </p> + <p> + Caroline sank back, and covered her face with her hands. + </p> + <p> + "I allow," continued Vargrave, coldly,—"I allow that your beauty and + talent were sufficient of themselves to charm a wiser man than Doltimore; + but had I not suppressed jealousy, sacrificed love, had I dropped a hint + to your liege lord,—nay, had I not fed his lap-dog vanity by all the + cream and sugar of flattering falsehoods,—you would be Caroline + Merton still!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, would that I were! Oh that I were anything but your tool, your + victim! Fool that I was! wretch that I am! I am rightly punished!" + </p> + <p> + "Forgive me, forgive me, dearest," said Vargrave, soothingly; "I was to + blame, forgive me: but you irritated, you maddened me, by your seeming + indifference to my prosperity, my fate. I tell you again and again, pride + of my soul, I tell you, that you are the only being I love! and if you + will allow me, if you will rise superior, as I once fondly hoped, to all + the cant and prejudice of convention and education, the only woman I could + ever respect, as well as love. Oh, hereafter, when you see me at that + height to which I feel that I am born to climb, let me think that to your + generosity, your affection, your zeal, I owed the ascent. At present I am + on the precipice; without your hand I fall forever. My own fortune is + gone; the miserable forfeit due to me, if Evelyn continues to reject my + suit, when she has arrived at the age of eighteen, is deeply mortgaged. I + am engaged in vast and daring schemes, in which I may either rise to the + highest station or lose that which I now hold. In either case, how + necessary to me is wealth: in the one instance, to maintain my + advancement; in the other, to redeem my fall." + </p> + <p> + "But did you not tell me," said Caroline, "that Evelyn proposed and + promised to place her fortune at your disposal, even while rejecting your + hand?" + </p> + <p> + "Absurd mockery!" exclaimed Vargrave; "the foolish boast of a girl,—an + impulse liable to every caprice. Can you suppose that when she launches + into the extravagance natural to her age and necessary to her position, + she will not find a thousand demands upon her rent-roll not dreamed of + now; a thousand vanities and baubles that will soon erase my poor and + hollow claim from her recollection? Can you suppose that, if she marry + another, her husband will ever consent to a child's romance? And even were + all this possible, were it possible that girls were not extravagant, and + that husbands had no common-sense, is it for me, Lord Vargrave, to be a + mendicant upon reluctant bounty,—a poor cousin, a pensioned + led-captain? Heaven knows I have as little false pride as any man, but + still this is a degradation I cannot stoop to. Besides, Caroline, I am no + miser, no Harpagon: I do not want wealth for wealth's sake, but for the + advantages it bestows,—respect, honour, position; and these I get as + the husband of the great heiress. Should I get them as her dependant? No: + for more than six years I have built my schemes and shaped my conduct + according to one assured and definite object; and that object I shall not + now, at the eleventh hour, let slip from my hands. Enough of this: you + will pass Brook-Green in returning from Cornwall; you will take Evelyn + with you to Paris,—leave the rest to me. Fear no folly, no violence, + from my plans, whatever they may be: I work in the dark. Nor do I despair + that Evelyn will love, that Evelyn will voluntarily accept me yet: my + disposition is sanguine; I look to the bright side of things; do the + same!" + </p> + <p> + Here their conference was interrupted by Lord Doltimore, who lounged + carelessly into the room, with his hat on one side. "Ah, Vargrave, how are + you? You will not forget the letters of introduction? Where are you going, + Caroline?" + </p> + <p> + "Only to my own room, to put on my bonnet; the carriage will be here in a + few minutes." And Caroline escaped. + </p> + <p> + "So you go to Cornwall to-morrow, Doltimore?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; cursed bore! but Lady Elizabeth insists on seeing us, and I don't + object to a week's good shooting. The old lady, too, has something to + leave, and Caroline had no dowry,—not that I care for it; but still + marriage is expensive." + </p> + <p> + "By the by, you will want the five thousand pounds you lent me?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, whenever it is convenient." + </p> + <p> + "Say no more,—it shall be seen to. Doltimore, I am very anxious that + Lady Doltimore's <i>debut</i> at Paris should be brilliant: everything + depends on falling into the right set. For myself, I don't care about + fashion, and never did; but if I were married, and an idle man like you, + it might be different." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you will be very useful to us when we return to London. Meanwhile, + you know, you have my proxy in the Lords. I dare say there will be some + sharp work the first week or two after the recess." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely; and depend on one thing, my dear Doltimore, that when I am + in the Cabinet, a certain friend of mine shall be an earl. Adieu." + </p> + <p> + "Good-by, my dear Vargrave, good-by; and, I say,—I say, don't + distress yourself about that trifle; a few months hence it will suit me + just as well." + </p> + <p> + "Thanks. I will just look into my accounts, and use you without ceremony. + Well, I dare say we shall meet at Paris. Oh, I forgot,—I observe + that you have renewed your intimacy with Legard. Now, he is a very good + fellow, and I gave him that place to oblige you; still, as you are no + longer a <i>garcon</i>—but perhaps I shall offend you?" + </p> + <p> + "Not at all. What is there against Legard?" + </p> + <p> + "Nothing in the world,—but he is a bit of a boaster. I dare say his + ancestor was a Gascon, poor fellow!—and he affects to say that you + can't choose a coat, or buy a horse, without his approval and advice,—that + he can turn you round his finger. Now this hurts your consequence in the + world,—you don't get credit for your own excellent sense and taste. + Take my advice, avoid these young hangers-on of fashion, these club-room + lions. Having no importance of their own, they steal the importance of + their friends. <i>Verbum sap</i>." + </p> + <p> + "You are very right,—Legard <i>is</i> a coxcomb; and now I see why + he talked of joining us at Paris." + </p> + <p> + "Don't let him do any such thing! He will be telling the Frenchmen that + her ladyship is in love with him, ha, ha!" + </p> + <p> + "Ha, ha!—a very good joke—poor Caroline!—very good + joke!" + </p> + <p> + "Well, good-by, once more." And Vargrave closed the door. + </p> + <p> + "Legard go to Paris—not if Evelyn goes there!" muttered Lumley. + "Besides, I want no partner in the little that one can screw out of this + blockhead." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0052" id="link2HCH0052"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MR. BUMBLECASE, a word with you—I have a little business. + Farewell, the goodly Manor of Blackacre, with all its woods, + underwoods, and appurtenances whatever.—WYCHERLEY: <i>Plain Dealer</i>. +</pre> + <p> + IN quitting Fenton's Hotel, Lord Vargrave entered into one of the clubs in + St. James's Street: this was rather unusual with him, for he was not a + club man. It was not his system to spend his time for nothing. But it was + a wet December day; the House was not yet assembled, and he had done his + official business. Here, as he was munching a biscuit and reading an + article in one of the ministerial papers—the heads of which he + himself had supplied—Lord Saxingham joined and drew him to the + window. + </p> + <p> + "I have reason to think," said the earl, "that your visit to Windsor did + good." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, indeed; so I fancied." + </p> + <p> + "I do not think that a certain personage will ever consent to the ——-question; + and the premier, whom I saw to-day, seems chafed and irritated." + </p> + <p> + "Nothing can be better; I know that we are in the right boat." + </p> + <p> + "I hope it is not true, Lumley, that your marriage with Miss Cameron is + broken off; such was the <i>on dit</i> in the club, just before you + entered." + </p> + <p> + "Contradict it, my dear lord,—contradict it. I hope by the spring to + introduce Lady Vargrave to you. But who broached the absurd report?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, your <i>protege</i>, Legard, says he heard so from his uncle, who + heard it from Sir John Merton." + </p> + <p> + "Legard is a puppy, and Sir John Merton a jackass. Legard had better + attend to his office, if he wants to get on; and I wish you'd tell him so. + I have heard somewhere that he talks of going to Paris,—you can just + hint to him that he must give up such idle habits. Public functionaries + are not now what they were,—people are expected to work for the + money they pocket; otherwise Legard is a cleverish fellow, and deserves + promotion. A word or two of caution from you will do him a vast deal of + good." + </p> + <p> + "Be sure I will lecture him. Will you dine with me to-day, Lumley?" + </p> + <p> + "No. I expect my co-trustee, Mr. Douce, on matters of business,—a <i>tete-a-tete</i> + dinner." + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave had, as he conceived, very cleverly talked over Mr. Douce + into letting his debt to that gentleman run on for the present; and in the + meanwhile, he had overwhelmed Mr. Douce with his condescensions. That + gentleman had twice dined with Lord Vargrave, and Lord Vargrave had twice + dined with him. The occasion of the present more familiar entertainment + was in a letter from Mr. Douce, begging to see Lord Vargrave on particular + business; and Vargrave, who by no means liked the word <i>business</i> + from a gentleman to whom he owed money, thought that it would go off more + smoothly if sprinkled with champagne. + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, he begged "My dear Mr. Douce" to excuse ceremony, and dine + with him on Thursday at seven o'clock,—he was really so busy all the + mornings. + </p> + <p> + At seven o'clock, Mr. Douce came. The moment he entered Vargrave called + out, at the top of his voice, "Dinner immediately!" And as the little man + bowed and shuffled, and fidgeted and wriggled (while Vargrave shook him by + the hand), as if he thought he was going himself to be spitted, his host + said, "With your leave, we'll postpone the budget till after dinner. It is + the fashion nowadays to postpone budgets as long as we can,—eh? + Well, and how are all at home? Devilish cold; is it not? So you go to your + villa every day? That's what keeps you in such capital health. You know I + had a villa too,—though I never had time to go there." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, yes; I think, I remember, at Ful-Ful-Fulham!" gasped out Mr. Douce. + "Your poor uncle's—now Lady Var-Vargrave's jointure-house. So—so—" + </p> + <p> + "She don't live there!" burst in Vargrave (far too impatient to be + polite). "Too cockneyfied for her,—gave it up to me; very pretty + place, but d——-d expensive. I could not afford it, never went + there, and so I have let it to my wine-merchant; the rent just pays his + bill. You will taste some of the sofas and tables to-day in his champagne. + I don't know how it is, I always fancy my sherry smells like my poor + uncle's old leather chair: very odd smell it had,—a kind of + respectable smell! I hope you're hungry,—dinner's ready." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave thus rattled away in order to give the good banker to understand + that his affairs were in the most flourishing condition: and he continued + to keep up the ball all dinnertime, stopping Mr. Douce's little, + miserable, gasping, dacelike mouth, with "a glass of wine, Douce?" or "by + the by, Douce," whenever he saw that worthy gentleman about to make the + Aeschylean improvement of a second person in the dialogue. + </p> + <p> + At length, dinner being fairly over, and the servants withdrawn, Lord + Vargrave, knowing that sooner or later Douce would have his say, drew his + chair to the fire, put his feet on the fender, and cried, as he tossed off + his claret, "NOW, DOUCE, WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?" + </p> + <p> + Mr. Douce opened his eyes to their full extent, and then as rapidly closed + them; and this operation he continued till, having snuffed them so much + that they could by no possibility burn any brighter, he was convinced that + he had not misunderstood his lordship. + </p> + <p> + "Indeed, then," he began, in his most frightened manner, "indeed—I—really, + your lordship is very good—I—I wanted to speak to you on + business." + </p> + <p> + "Well, what can I do for you,—some little favour, eh? Snug sinecure + for a favourite clerk, or a place in the Stamp-Office for your fat footman—John, + I think you call him? You know, my dear Douce, you may command me." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, indeed, you are all good-good-goodness—but—but—" + </p> + <p> + Vargrave threw himself back, and shutting his eyes and pursing up his + mouth, resolutely suffered Mr. Douce to unbosom himself without + interruption. He was considerably relieved to find that the business + referred to related only to Miss Cameron. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Douce having reminded Lord Vargrave, as he had often done before, of + the wishes of his uncle, that the greater portion of the money bequeathed + to Evelyn should be invested in land, proceeded to say that a most + excellent opportunity presented itself for just such a purchase as would + have rejoiced the heart of the late lord,—a superb place, in the + style of Blickling,—deer-park six miles round, ten thousand acres of + land, bringing in a clear eight thousand pounds a year, purchase money + only two hundred and forty thousand pounds. The whole estate was, indeed, + much larger,—eighteen thousand acres; but then the more distant + farms could be sold in different lots, in order to meet the exact sum Miss + Cameron's trustees were enabled to invest. + </p> + <p> + "Well," said Vargrave, "and where is it? My poor uncle was after De + Clifford's estate, but the title was not good." + </p> + <p> + "Oh! this—is much—much—much fi-fi-finer; famous + investment—but rather far off—in—in the north, + Li-Li-Lisle Court." + </p> + <p> + "Lisle Court! Why, does not that belong to Colonel Maltravers?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. It is, indeed, quite, I may say, a secret-yes—really—a + se-se-secret—not in the market yet—not at all—soon + snapped up." + </p> + <p> + "Humph! Has Colonel Maltravers been extravagant?" + </p> + <p> + "No; but he does not—I hear—or rather Lady—Julia—so + I'm told, yes, indeed—does not li-like—going so far, and so + they spend the winter in Italy instead. Yes—very odd—very fine + place." + </p> + <p> + Lumley was slightly acquainted with the elder brother of his old friend,—a + man who possessed some of Ernest's faults,—very proud, and very + exacting, and very fastidious; but all these faults were developed in the + ordinary commonplace world, and were not the refined abstractions of his + younger brother. + </p> + <p> + Colonel Maltravers had continued, since he entered the Guards, to be + thoroughly the man of fashion, and nothing more. But rich and well-born, + and highly connected, and thoroughly <i>a la mode</i> as he was, his pride + made him uncomfortable in London, while his fastidiousness made him + uncomfortable in the country. He was <i>rather</i> a great person, but he + wanted to be a <i>very</i> great person. This he was at Lisle Court; but + that did not satisfy him. He wanted not only to be a very great person, + but a very great person among very great persons—and squires and + parsons bored him. Lady Julia, his wife, was a fine lady, inane and + pretty, who saw everything through her husband's eyes. He was quite master + <i>chez lui</i>, was Colonel Maltravers! He lived a great deal abroad; for + on the Continent his large income seemed princely, while his high + character, thorough breeding, and personal advantages, which were + remarkable, secured him a greater position in foreign courts than at his + own. Two things had greatly disgusted him with Lisle Court,—trifles + they might be with others, but they were not trifles to Cuthbert + Maltravers; in the first place, a man who had been his father's attorney, + and who was the very incarnation of coarse unrepellable familiarity, had + bought an estate close by the said Lisle Court, and had, <i>horresco + referens</i>, been made a baronet! Sir Gregory Gubbins took precedence of + Colonel Maltravers! He could not ride out but he met Sir Gregory; he could + not dine out but he had the pleasure of walking behind Sir Gregory's + bright blue coat with its bright brass buttons. In his last visit to Lisle + Court, which he had then crowded with all manner of fine people, he had + seen—the very first morning after his arrival—seen from the + large window of his state saloon, a great staring white, red, blue, and + gilt thing, at the end of the stately avenue planted by Sir Guy Maltravers + in honour of the victory over the Spanish armada. He looked in mute + surprise, and everybody else looked; and a polite German count, gazing + through his eye-glass, said, "Ah! dat is vat you call a vim in your <i>pays</i>,—the + vim of Colonel Maltravers!" + </p> + <p> + This "vim" was the pagoda summer-house of Sir Gregory Gubbins, erected in + imitation of the Pavilion at Brighton. Colonel Maltravers was miserable: + the <i>vim</i> haunted him; it seemed ubiquitous; he could not escape it,—it + was built on the highest spot in the county. Ride, walk, sit where he + would, the <i>vim</i> stared at him; and he thought he saw little + mandarins shake their round little heads at him. This was one of the great + curses of Lisle Court; the other was yet more galling. The owners of Lisle + Court had for several generations possessed the dominant interest in the + county town. The colonel himself meddled little in politics, and was too + fine a gentleman for the drudgery of parliament. He had offered the seat + to Ernest, when the latter had commenced his public career; but the result + of a communication proved that their political views were dissimilar, and + the negotiation dropped without ill-feeling on either side. Subsequently a + vacancy occurred; and Lady Julia's brother (just made a Lord of the + Treasury) wished to come into parliament, so the county town was offered + to him. Now, the proud commoner had married into the family of a peer as + proud as himself, and Colonel Maltravers was always glad whenever he could + impress his consequence on his connections by doing them a favour. He + wrote to his steward to see that the thing was properly settled, and came + down on the nomination-day "to share the triumph and partake the gale." + Guess his indignation, when he found the nephew of Sir Gregory Gubbins was + already in the field! The result of the election was that Mr. Augustus + Gubbins came in, and that Colonel Maltravers was pelted with + cabbage-stalks, and accused of attempting to sell the worthy and + independent electors to a government nominee! In shame and disgust, + Colonel Maltravers broke up his establishment at Lisle Court, and once + more retired to the Continent. + </p> + <p> + About a week from the date now touched upon, Lady Julia and himself had + arrived in London from Vienna; and a new mortification awaited the + unfortunate owner of Lisle Court. A railroad company had been established, + of which Sir Gregory Gubbins was a principal shareholder; and the + speculator, Mr. Augustus Gubbins, one of the "most useful men in the + House," had undertaken to carry the bill through parliament. Colonel + Maltravers received a letter of portentous size, inclosing the map of the + places which this blessed railway was to bisect; and lo! just at the + bottom of his park ran a portentous line, which informed him of the + sacrifice he was expected to make for the public good,—especially + for the good of that very county town, the inhabitants of which had pelted + him with cabbage-stalks! + </p> + <p> + Colonel Maltravers lost all patience. Unacquainted with our wise + legislative proceedings, he was not aware that a railway planned is a very + different thing from a railway made; and that parliamentary committees are + not by any means favourable to schemes for carrying the public through a + gentleman's park. + </p> + <p> + "This country is not to be lived in," said he to Lady Julia; "it gets + worse and worse every year. I am sure I never had any comfort in Lisle + Court. I've a great mind to sell it." + </p> + <p> + "Why, indeed, as we have no sons, only daughters, and Ernest is so well + provided for," said Lady Julia, "and the place is so far from London, and + the neighbourhood is so disagreeable, I think we could do very well + without it." + </p> + <p> + Colonel Maltravers made no answer, but he revolved the pros and cons; and + then he began to think how much it cost him in gamekeepers and carpenters + and bailiffs and gardeners and Heaven knows whom besides; and then the + pagoda flashed across him; and then the cabbage-stalks, and at last he + went to his solicitor. + </p> + <p> + "You may sell Lisle Court," said he, quietly. + </p> + <p> + The solicitor dipped his pen in the ink. "The particulars, Colonel?" + </p> + <p> + "Particulars of Lisle Court! everybody, that is, every gentleman, knows + Lisle Court!" + </p> + <p> + "Price, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "You know the rents; calculate accordingly. It will be too large a + purchase for one individual; sell the outlying woods and farms separately + from the rest." + </p> + <p> + "We must draw up an advertisement, Colonel." + </p> + <p> + "Advertise Lisle Court! out of the question, sir. I can have no publicity + given to my intention: mention it quietly to any capitalist; but keep it + out of the papers till it is all settled. In a week or two you will find a + purchaser,—the sooner the better." + </p> + <p> + Besides his horror of newspaper comments and newspaper puffs, Colonel + Maltravers dreaded that his brother—then in Paris—should learn + his intention, and attempt to thwart it; and, somehow or other, the + colonel was a little in awe of Ernest, and a little ashamed of his + resolution. He did not know that, by a singular coincidence, Ernest + himself had thought of selling Burleigh. + </p> + <p> + The solicitor was by no means pleased with this way of settling the + matter. However, he whispered it about that Lisle Court was in the market; + and as it really was one of the most celebrated places of its kind in + England, the whisper spread among bankers and brewers and soap-boilers and + other rich people—the Medici of the New Noblesse rising up amongst + us—till at last it reached the ears of Mr. Douce. + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave, however bad a man he might be, had not many of those vices + of character which belong to what I may call the <i>personal class of + vices</i>,—that is, he had no ill-will to individuals. He was not, + ordinarily, a jealous man, nor a spiteful, nor a malignant, nor a + vindictive man: his vices arose from utter indifference to all men, and + all things—except as conducive to his own ends. He would not have + injured a worm if it did him no good; but he would have set any house on + fire if he had no other means of roasting his own eggs. Yet still, if any + feeling of personal rancour could harbour in his breast, it was, first, + towards Evelyn Cameron, and, secondly, towards Ernest Maltravers. For the + first time in his life, he did long for revenge,—revenge against the + one for stealing his patrimony, and refusing his hand; and that revenge he + hoped to gratify. + </p> + <p> + As to the other, it was not so much dislike he felt, as an uneasy + sentiment of inferiority. However well he himself had got on in the world, + he yet grudged the reputation of a man whom he had remembered a wayward, + inexperienced boy: he did not love to hear any one praise Maltravers. He + fancied, too, that this feeling was reciprocal, and that Maltravers was + pained at hearing of any new step in his own career. In fact, it was that + sort of jealousy which men often feel for the companions of their youth, + whose characters are higher than their own, and whose talents are of an + order they do not quite comprehend. Now, it certainly did seem at that + moment to Lord Vargrave that it would be a most splendid triumph over Mr. + Maltravers of Burleigh to be lord of Lisle Court, the hereditary seat of + the elder branch of the family to be, as it were, in the very shoes of Mr. + Ernest Maltravers's elder brother. He knew, too, that it was a property of + great consequence. Lord Vargrave of Lisle Court would hold a very + different post in the peerage from Lord Vargrave of ——-, + Fulham! Nobody would call the owner of Lisle Court an adventurer; nobody + would suspect such a man of caring three straws about place and salary. + And if he married Evelyn, and if Evelyn bought Lisle Court, would not + Lisle Court be his? He vaulted over the <i>ifs</i>, stiff monosyllables + though they were, with a single jump. Besides, even should the thing come + to nothing, there was the very excuse he sought for joining Evelyn at + Paris, for conversing with her, consulting her. It was true that the will + of the late lord left it solely at the discretion of the trustees to + select such landed investment as seemed best to them; but still it was, if + not legally necessary, at least but a proper courtesy to consult Evelyn. + And plans, and drawings, and explanations, and rent-rolls, would justify + him in spending morning after morning alone with her. + </p> + <p> + Thus cogitating, Lord Vargrave suffered Mr. Douce to stammer out sentence + upon sentence, till at length, as he rang for coffee, his lordship + stretched himself with the air of a man stretching himself into + self-complacency or a good thing, and said,— + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Douce, I will go down to Lisle Court as soon as I can; I will see it; + I will ascertain all about it; I will consider favourably of it. I agree + with you, I think it will do famously." + </p> + <p> + "But," said Mr. Douce, who seemed singularly anxious about the matter, "we + must make haste, my lord; for really—yes, indeed—if—if—if + Baron Roths—Rothschild should—that is to say—" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, I understand; keep the thing close, my dear Douce; make friends + with the colonel's lawyer; play with him a little, till I can run down." + </p> + <p> + "Besides, you see, you are such a good man of business, my lord—that + you see, that—yes, really—there must be time to draw out the + purchase-money—sell out at a prop—prop—" + </p> + <p> + "To be sure, to be sure! Bless me, how late it is! I am afraid my carriage + is ready. I must go to Madame de L——-'s." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Douce, who seemed to have much more to say, was forced to keep it for + another time, and to take his leave. Lord Vargrave went to Madame de L——-'s. + His position in what is called Exclusive Society was rather peculiar. By + those who affected to be the best judges, the frankness of his manner and + the easy oddity of his conversation were pronounced at variance with the + tranquil serenity of thorough breeding. But still he was a great favourite + both with fine ladies and dandies. His handsome keen countenance, his + talents, his politics, his intrigues, and an animated boldness in his + bearing, compensated for his constant violation of all the minutiae of + orthodox conventionalism. + </p> + <p> + At this house he met Colonel Maltravers, and took an opportunity to renew + his acquaintance with that gentleman. He then referred, in a confidential + whisper, to the communication he had received touching Lisle Court. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said the colonel, "I suppose I must sell the place, if I can do so + quietly. To be sure, when I first spoke to my lawyer it was in a moment of + vexation, on hearing that the ——- railroad was to go through + the park, but I find that I overrated that danger. Still, if you will do + me the honour to go and look over the place, you will find very good + shooting; and when you come back, you can see if it will suit you. Don't + say anything about it when you are there; it is better not to publish my + intention all over the county. I shall have Sir Gregory Gubbins offering + to buy it if you do!" + </p> + <p> + "You may depend on my discretion. Have you heard anything of your brother + lately?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I fancy he is going to Switzerland. He would soon be in England, if + he heard I was going to part with Lisle Court!" + </p> + <p> + "What, it would vex him so?" + </p> + <p> + "I fear it would; but he has a nice old place of his own, not half so + large, and therefore not half so troublesome as Lisle Court." + </p> + <p> + "Ay! and he <i>did</i> talk of selling that nice old place." + </p> + <p> + "Selling Burleigh! you surprise me. But really country places in England + <i>are</i> a bore. I suppose he has his Gubbins as well as myself!" + </p> + <p> + Here the chief minister of the government adorned by Lord Vargrave's + virtues passed by, and Lumley turned to greet him. + </p> + <p> + The two ministers talked together most affectionately in a close whisper,—so + affectionately, that one might have seen, with half an eye, that they + hated each other like poison! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0053" id="link2HCH0053"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + INSPICERE tanquam in speculum, in vitas omnium + Jubeo.*—TERENCE. + + * "I bid you look into the lives of all men, as + it were into a mirror." +</pre> + <p> + ERNEST MALTRAVERS still lingered at Paris: he gave up all notion of + proceeding farther. He was, in fact, tired of travel. But there was + another reason that chained him to that "Navel of the Earth,"—there + is not anywhere a better sounding-board to London rumours than the English + <i>quartier</i> between the Boulevard des Italiennes and the Tuileries; + here, at all events, he should soonest learn the worst: and every day, as + he took up the English newspapers, a sick feeling of apprehension and fear + came over him. No! till the seal was set upon the bond, till the Rubicon + was passed, till Miss Cameron was the wife of Lord Vargrave, he could + neither return to the home that was so eloquent with the recollections of + Evelyn, nor, by removing farther from England, delay the receipt of an + intelligence which he vainly told himself he was prepared to meet. + </p> + <p> + He continued to seek such distractions from thought as were within his + reach; and as his heart was too occupied for pleasures which had, indeed, + long since palled, those distractions were of the grave and noble + character which it is a prerogative of the intellect to afford to the + passions. + </p> + <p> + De Montaigne was neither a Doctrinaire nor a Republican,—and yet, + perhaps, he was a little of both. He was one who thought that the tendency + of all European States is towards Democracy; but he by no means looked + upon Democracy as a panacea for all legislative evils. He thought that, + while a writer should be in advance of his time, a statesman should + content himself with marching by its side; that a nation could not be + ripened, like an exotic, by artificial means; that it must be developed + only by natural influences. He believed that forms of government are never + universal in their effects. Thus, De Montaigne conceived that we were + wrong in attaching more importance to legislative than to social reforms. + He considered, for instance, that the surest sign of our progressive + civilization is in our growing distaste to capital punishments. He + believed, not in the ultimate <i>perfection</i> of mankind, but in their + progressive <i>perfectibility</i>. He thought that improvement was + indefinite; but he did not place its advance more under Republican than + under Monarchical forms. "Provided," he was wont to say, "all our checks + to power are of the right kind, it matters little to what hands the power + itself is confided." + </p> + <p> + "AEgina and Athens," said he, "were republics—commercial and + maritime—placed under the same sky, surrounded by the same + neighbours, and rent by the same struggles between Oligarchy and + Democracy. Yet, while one left the world an immortal heirloom of genius, + where are the poets, the philosophers, the statesmen of the other? Arrian + tells us of republics in India, still supposed to exist by modern + investigators; but they are not more productive of liberty of thought, or + ferment of intellect, than the principalities. In Italy there were + commonwealths as liberal as the Republic of Florence; but they did not + produce a Machiavelli or a Dante. What daring thought, what gigantic + speculation, what democracy of wisdom and genius, have sprung up amongst + the despotisms of Germany! You cannot educate two individuals so as to + produce the same results from both; you cannot, by similar constitutions + (which are the education of nations) produce the same results from + different communities. The proper object of statesmen should be to give + every facility to the people to develop themselves, and every facility to + philosophy to dispute and discuss as to the ultimate objects to be + obtained. But you cannot, as a practical legislator, place your country + under a melon-frame: it must grow of its own accord." + </p> + <p> + I do not say whether or not De Montaigne was wrong! but Maltravers saw at + least that he was faithful to his theories; that all his motives were + sincere, all his practice pure. He could not but allow, too, that in his + occupations and labours, De Montaigne appeared to feel a sublime + enjoyment; that, in linking all the powers of his mind to active and + useful objects, De Montaigne was infinitely happier than the Philosophy of + Indifference, the scorn of ambition, had made Maltravers. The influence + exercised by the large-souled and practical Frenchman over the fate and + the history of Maltravers was very peculiar. + </p> + <p> + De Montaigne had not, apparently and directly, operated upon his friend's + outward destinies; but he had done so indirectly, by operating on his + mind. Perhaps it was he who had consolidated the first wavering and + uncertain impulses of Maltravers towards literary exertion; it was he who + had consoled him for the mortifications at the earlier part of his career; + and now, perhaps he might serve, in the full vigour of his intellect, + permanently to reconcile the Englishman to the claims of life. + </p> + <p> + There were, indeed, certain conversations which Maltravers held with De + Montaigne, the germ and pith of which it is necessary that I should place + before the reader,—for I write the inner as well as the outer + history of a man; and the great incidents of life are not brought about + only by the dramatic agencies of others, but also by our own reasonings + and habits of thought. What I am now about to set down may be wearisome, + but it is not episodical; and I promise that it shall be the last didactic + conversation in the work. + </p> + <p> + One day Maltravers was relating to De Montaigne all that he had been + planning at Burleigh for the improvement of his peasantry, and all his + theories respecting Labour-Schools and Poor-rates, when De Montaigne + abruptly turned round, and said,— + </p> + <p> + "You have, then, really found that in your own little village your + exertions—exertions not very arduous, not demanding a tenth part of + your time—have done practical good?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly I think so," replied Maltravers, in some surprise. + </p> + <p> + "And yet it was but yesterday that you declared that all the labours of + Philosophy and Legislation were labours vain; their benefits equivocal and + uncertain; that as the sea, where it loses in one place, gains in another, + so civilization only partially profits us, stealing away one virtue while + it yields another, and leaving the large proportions of good and evil + eternally the same." + </p> + <p> + "True; but I never said that man might not relieve individuals by + individual exertion: though he cannot by abstract theories—nay, even + by practical action in the wide circle—benefit the mass." + </p> + <p> + "Do you not employ on behalf of individuals the same moral agencies that + wise legislation or sound philosophy would adopt towards the multitude? + For example, you find that the children of your village are happier, more + orderly, more obedient, promise to be wiser and better men in their own + station of life, from the new, and, I grant, excellent system of school + discipline and teaching that you have established. What you have done in + one village, why should not legislation do throughout a kingdom? Again, + you find that, by simply holding out hope and emulation to industry, by + making stern distinctions between the energetic and the idle, the + independent exertion and the pauper-mendicancy, you have found a lever by + which you have literally moved and shifted the little world around you. + But what is the difference here between the rules of a village lord and + the laws of a wise legislature? The moral feelings you have appealed to + exist universally, the moral remedies you have practised are as open to + legislation as to the individual proprietor." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but when you apply to a nation the same principles which regenerate + a village, new counterbalancing principles arise. If I give education to + my peasants, I send them into the world with advantages <i>superior</i> to + their fellows,—advantages which, not being common to their class, + enable them to <i>outstrip</i> their fellows. But if this education were + universal to the whole tribe, no man would have an advantage superior to + the others; the knowledge they would have acquired being shared by all, + would leave all as they now are, hewers of wood and drawers of water: the + principle of individual hope, which springs from knowledge, would soon be + baffled by the vast competition that <i>universal</i> knowledge would + produce. Thus by the universal improvement would be engendered a universal + discontent. + </p> + <p> + "Take a broader view of the subject. Advantages given to the <i>few</i> + around me—superior wages, lighter toils, a greater sense of the + dignity of man—are not productive of any change in society. Give + these advantages to the <i>whole mass</i> of the labouring classes, and + what in the small orbit is the desire of the <i>individual</i> to rise + becomes in the large circumference the desire of the <i>class</i> to rise; + hence social restlessness, social change, revolution, and its hazards. For + revolutions are produced but by the aspirations of one order, and the + resistance of the other. Consequently, legislative improvement differs + widely from individual amelioration; the same principle, the same agency, + that purifies the small body, becomes destructive when applied to the + large one. Apply the flame to the log on the hearth, or apply it to the + forest, is there no distinction in the result? The breeze that freshens + the fountain passes to the ocean, current impels current, wave urges wave, + and the breeze becomes the storm." + </p> + <p> + "Were there truth in this train of argument," replied De Montaigne, "had + we ever abstained from communicating to the Multitude the enjoyments and + advantages of the Few, had we shrunk from the good, because the good is a + parent of the change and its partial ills, what now would be society? Is + there no difference in collective happiness and virtue between the painted + Picts and the Druid worship, and the glorious harmony, light, and order of + the great English nation?" + </p> + <p> + "The question is popular," said Maltravers, with a smile; "and were you my + opponent in an election, would be cheered on any hustings in the kingdom. + But I have lived among savage tribes,—savage, perhaps, as the race + that resisted Caesar; and their happiness seems to me, not perhaps the + same as that of the few whose sources of enjoyment are numerous, refined, + and, save by their own passions, unalloyed; but equal to that of the mass + of men in States the most civilized and advanced. The artisans, crowded + together in the fetid air of factories, with physical ills gnawing at the + core of the constitution, from the cradle to the grave; drudging on from + dawn to sunset and flying for recreation to the dread excitement of the + dram-shop, or the wild and vain hopes of political fanaticism,—are + not in my eyes happier than the wild Indians with hardy frames and calm + tempers, seasoned to the privations for which you pity them, and uncursed + with desires of that better state never to be theirs. The Arab in his + desert has seen all the luxuries of the pasha in his harem; but he envies + them not. He is contented with his barb, his tent, his desolate sands, and + his spring of refreshing water. + </p> + <p> + "Are we not daily told, do not our priests preach it from their pulpits, + that the cottage shelters happiness equal to that within the palace? Yet + what the distinction between the peasant and the prince, differing from + that between the peasant and the savage? There are more enjoyments and + more privations in the one than in the other; but if, in the latter case, + the enjoyments, though fewer, be more keenly felt,—if the + privations, though apparently sharper, fall upon duller sensibilities and + hardier frames,—your gauge of proportion loses all its value. Nay, + in civilization there is for the multitude an evil that exists not in the + savage state. The poor man sees daily and hourly all the vast disparities + produced by civilized society; and reversing the divine parable, it is + Lazarus who from afar, and from the despondent pit, looks upon Dives in + the lap of Paradise: therefore, his privations, his sufferings, are made + more keen by comparison with the luxuries of others. Not so in the desert + and the forest. There but small distinctions, and those softened by + immemorial and hereditary usage—that has in it the sanctity of + religion—separate the savage from his chief. The fact is, that in + civilization we behold a splendid aggregate,—literature and science, + wealth and luxury, commerce and glory; but we see not the million victims + crushed beneath the wheels of the machine,—the health sacrificed, + the board breadless, the jails filled, the hospitals reeking, the human + life poisoned in every spring, and poured forth like water! Neither do we + remember all the steps, marked by desolation, crime, and bloodshed, by + which this barren summit has been reached. Take the history of any + civilized state,—England, France, Spain before she rotted back into + second childhood, the Italian Republics, the Greek Commonwealths, the + Empress of the Seven Hills—what struggles, what persecutions, what + crimes, what massacres! Where, in the page of history, shall we look back + and say, 'Here improvement has diminished the sum of evil'? Extend, too, + your scope beyond the State itself: each State has won its acquisitions by + the woes of others. Spain springs above the Old World on the blood-stained + ruins of the New; and the groans and the gold of Mexico produce the + splendours of the Fifth Charles! + </p> + <p> + "Behold England, the wise, the liberal, the free England—through + what struggles she has passed; and is she yet contented? The sullen + oligarchy of the Normans; our own criminal invasions of Scotland and + France; the plundered people, the butchered kings; the persecutions of the + Lollards; the wars of Lancaster and York; the new dynasty of the Tudors, + that at once put back Liberty, and put forward Civilization! the + Reformation, cradled in the lap of a hideous despot, and nursed by + violence and rapine; the stakes and fires of Mary, and the craftier + cruelties of Elizabeth,—England, strengthened by the desolation of + Ireland, the Civil Wars, the reign of hypocrisy, followed by the reign of + naked vice; the nation that beheaded the graceful Charles gaping idly on + the scaffold of the lofty Sidney; the vain Revolution of 1688, which, if a + jubilee in England, was a massacre in Ireland; the bootless glories of + Marlborough; the organized corruption of Walpole, the frantic war with our + own American sons, the exhausting struggles with Napoleon! + </p> + <p> + "Well, we close the page; we say, Lo! a thousand years of incessant + struggles and afflictions! millions have perished, but Art has survived; + our boors wear stockings, our women drink tea, our poets read Shakspeare, + and our astronomers improve on Newton! Are we now contented? No! more + restless than ever. New classes are called into power; new forms of + government insisted on. Still the same catchwords,—Liberty here, + Religion there; Order with one faction, Amelioration with the other. Where + is the goal, and what have we gained? Books are written, silks are woven, + palaces are built,—mighty acquisitions for the few—but the + peasant is a peasant still! The crowd are yet at the bottom of the wheel; + better off, you say. No, for they are not more contented! The artisan is + as anxious for change as ever the serf was; and the steam-engine has its + victims as well as the sword. + </p> + <p> + "Talk of legislation: all isolated laws pave the way to wholesale changes + in the form of government! Emancipate Catholics, and you open the door to + democratic principle, that Opinion should be free. If free with the + sectarian, it should be free with the elector. The Ballot is a corollary + from the Catholic Relief-bill. Grant the Ballot, and the new corollary of + enlarged suffrage. Suffrage enlarged is divided but by a yielding surface + (a circle widening in the waters) from universal suffrage. Universal + suffrage is Democracy. Is Democracy better than the aristocratic + commonwealth? Look at the Greeks, who knew both forms; are they agreed + which is the best? Plato, Thucydides, Xenophon, Aristophanes—the + Dreamer, the Historian, the Philosophic Man of Action, the penetrating Wit—have + no ideals in Democracy. Algernon Sidney, the martyr of liberty, allows no + government to the multitude. Brutus died for a republic, but a republic of + Patricians! What form of government is then the best? All dispute, the + wisest cannot agree. The many still say 'a Republic;' yet, as you yourself + will allow, Prussia, the Despotism, does all that Republics do. Yes, but a + good despot is a lucky accident; true, but a just and benevolent Republic + is as yet a monster equally short-lived. When the People have no other + tyrant, their own public opinion becomes one. No secret espionage is more + intolerable to a free spirit than the broad glare of the American eye. + </p> + <p> + "A rural republic is but a patriarchal tribe—no emulation, no glory; + peace and stagnation. What Englishman, what Frenchman, would wish to be a + Swiss? A commercial republic is but an admirable machine for making money. + Is man created for nothing nobler than freighting ships and speculating on + silk and sugar? In fact, there is no certain goal in legislation; we go on + colonizing Utopia, and fighting phantoms in the clouds. Let us content + ourselves with injuring no man, and doing good only in our own little + sphere. Let us leave States and senates to fill the sieve of the Danaides, + and roll up the stone of Sisyphus." + </p> + <p> + "My dear friend," said De Montaigne, "you have certainly made the most of + an argument, which, if granted, would consign government to fools and + knaves, and plunge the communities of mankind into the Slough of Despond. + But a very commonplace view of the question might suffice to shake your + system. Is life, mere animal life, on the whole, a curse or a blessing?" + </p> + <p> + "The generality of men in all countries," answered Maltravers, "enjoy + existence, and apprehend death; were it otherwise, the world had been made + by a Fiend, and not a God!" + </p> + <p> + "Well, then, observe how the progress of society cheats the grave! In + great cities, where the effect of civilization must be the most visible, + the diminution of mortality in a corresponding ratio with the increase of + civilization is most remarkable. In Berlin, from the year 1747 to 1755, + the annual mortality was as one to twenty-eight; but from 1816 to 1822, it + was as one to thirty-four! You ask what England has gained by her progress + in the arts? I will answer you by her bills of mortality. In London, + Birmingham, and Liverpool, deaths have decreased in less than a century + from one to twenty, to one to forty (precisely one-half!). Again, whenever + a community—nay, a single city, decreases in civilization, and in + its concomitants, activity and commerce, its mortality instantly + increases. But if civilization be favourable to the prolongation of life, + must it not be favourable to all that blesses life,—to bodily + health, to mental cheerfulness, to the capacities for enjoyment? And how + much more grand, how much more sublime, becomes the prospect of gain, if + we reflect that, to each life thus called forth, there is a soul, a + destiny beyond the grave, multiplied immortalities! What an apology for + the continued progress of States! But you say that, however we advance, we + continue impatient and dissatisfied: can you really suppose that, because + man in every state is discontented with his lot, there is no difference in + the <i>degree</i> and <i>quality</i> of his discontent, no distinction + between pining for bread and longing for the moon? Desire is implanted + within us, as the very principle of existence; the physical desire fills + the world, and the moral desire improves it. Where there is desire, there + must be discontent: if we are satisfied with all things, desire is + extinct. But a certain degree of discontent is not incompatible with + happiness, nay, it has happiness of its own; what happiness like hope,—what + is hope but desire? The European serf, whose seigneur could command his + life, or insist as a right on the chastity of his daughter, desires to + better his condition. God has compassion on his state; Providence calls + into action the ambition of leaders, the contests of faction, the movement + of men's aims and passions: a change passes through society and + legislation, and the serf becomes free! He desires still, but what? No + longer personal security, no longer the privileges of life and health; but + higher wages, greater comforts, easier justice for diminished wrongs. Is + there no difference in the quality of that desire? Was one a greater + torment than the other is? Rise a scale higher: a new class is created—the + Middle Class,—the express creature of Civilization. Behold the + burgher and the citizen, and still struggling, still contending, still + desiring, and therefore still discontented. But the discontent does not + prey upon the springs of life: it is the discontent of <i>hope</i>, not <i>despair</i>; + it calls forth faculties, energies, and passions, in which there is more + joy than sorrow. It is this desire which makes the citizen in private life + an anxious father, a careful master, an <i>active</i>, and therefore not + an unhappy, man. You allow that individuals can effect individual good: + this very restlessness, this very discontent with the exact place that he + occupies, makes the citizen a benefactor in his narrow circle. Commerce, + better than Charity, feeds the hungry and clothes the naked. Ambition, + better than brute affection, gives education to our children, and teaches + them the love of industry, the pride of independence, the respect for + others and themselves! + </p> + <p> + "In other words, a deference to such qualities as can best fit them to get + on in the world, and make the most money!" + </p> + <p> + "Take that view if you will; but the wiser, the more civilized the State, + the worse chances for the rogue to get on! There may be some art, some + hypocrisy, some avarice,—nay, some hardness of heart,—in + paternal example and professional tuition. But what are such sober + infirmities to the vices that arise from defiance and despair? Your savage + has his virtues, but they are mostly physical,—fortitude, + abstinence, patience: mental and moral virtues must be numerous or few, in + proportion to the range of ideas and the exigencies of social life. With + the savage, therefore, they must be fewer than with civilized men; and + they are consequently limited to those simple and rude elements which the + safety of his state renders necessary to him. He is usually hospitable; + sometimes honest. But vices are necessary to his existence as well as + virtues: he is at war with a tribe that may destroy his own; and treachery + without scruple, cruelty without remorse, are essential to him; he feels + their necessity, and calls them <i>virtues</i>! Even the half-civilized + man, the Arab whom you praise, imagines he has a necessity for your money; + and his robberies become virtues to him. But in civilized States, vices + are at least not necessary to the existence of the majority; they are not, + therefore, worshipped as virtues. Society unites against them; treachery, + robbery, massacre, are not essential to the strength or safety of the + community: they exist, it is true, but they are not cultivated, but + punished. The thief in St. Giles's has the virtues of your savage: he is + true to his companions, he is brave in danger, he is patient in privation; + he practises the virtues necessary to the bonds of his calling and the + tacit laws of his vocation. He might have made an admirable savage: but + surely the mass of civilized men are better than the thief?" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers was struck, and paused a little before he replied; and then he + shifted his ground. "But at least all our laws, all our efforts, must + leave the multitude in every State condemned to a labour that deadens + intellect, and a poverty that embitters life." + </p> + <p> + "Supposing this were true, still there are multitudes besides <i>the</i> + multitude. In each State Civilization produces a middle class, more + numerous to-day than the whole peasantry of a thousand years ago. Would + Movement and Progress be without their divine uses, even if they limited + their effect to the production of such a class? Look also to the effect of + art, and refinement, and just laws, in the wealthier and higher classes. + See how their very habits of life tend to increase the sum of enjoyment; + see the mighty activity that their very luxury, the very frivolity of + their pursuits, create! Without an aristocracy, would there have been a + middle class? Without a middle class, would there ever have been an + interposition between lord and slave? Before commerce produces a middle + class, Religion creates one. The Priesthood, whatever its errors, was the + curb to Power. But, to return to the multitude,—you say that in all + times they are left the same. Is it so? I come to statistics again: I find + that not only civilization, but liberty, has a prodigious effect upon + human life. It is, as it were, by the instinct of self-preservation that + liberty is so passionately desired by the multitude. A negro slave, for + instance, dies annually as one to five or six, but a free African in the + English service only as one to thirty-five! Freedom is not, therefore, a + mere abstract dream, a beautiful name, a Platonic aspiration: it is + interwoven with the most practical of all blessings,—life itself! + And can you say fairly that by laws labour cannot be lightened and poverty + diminished? We have granted already that since there are degrees in + discontent, there is a difference between the peasant and the serf: how + know you what the peasant a thousand years hence may be? Discontented, you + will say,—still discontented. Yes; but if he had not been + discontented, he would have been a serf still! Far from quelling this + desire to better himself, we ought to hail it as the source of his + perpetual progress. That desire to him is often like imagination to the + poet, it transports him into the Future— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'Crura sonant ferro, sed canit inter opus.' +</pre> + <p> + It is, indeed, the gradual transformation from the desire of Despair to + the desire of Hope, that makes the difference between man and man, between + misery and bliss." + </p> + <p> + "And then comes the crisis. Hope ripens into deeds; the stormy revolution, + perhaps the armed despotism; the relapse into the second infancy of + States!" + </p> + <p> + "Can we, with new agencies at our command, new morality, new wisdom, + predicate of the Future by the Past? In ancient States, the mass were + slaves; civilization and freedom rested with oligarchies; in Athens twenty + thousand citizens, four hundred thousand slaves! How easy decline, + degeneracy, overthrow in such States,—a handful of soldiers and + philosophers without a People! Now we have no longer barriers to the + circulation of the blood of States. The absence of slavery, the existence + of the Press; the healthful proportions of kingdoms, neither too confined + nor too vast, have created new hopes, which history cannot destroy. As a + proof, look to all late revolutions: in England the Civil Wars, the + Reformation,—in France her awful Saturnalia, her military despotism! + Has either nation fallen back? The deluge passes, and, behold, the face of + things more glorious than before! Compare the French of to-day with the + French of the old <i>regime</i>. You are silent; well, and if in all + States there is ever some danger of evil in their activity, is that a + reason why you are to lie down inactive; why you are to leave the crew to + battle for the helm? How much may individuals by the diffusion of their + own thoughts in letters or in action regulate the order of vast events,—now + prevent, now soften, now animate, now guide! And is a man to whom + Providence and Fortune have imparted such prerogatives to stand aloof, + because he can neither foresee the Future nor create Perfection? And you + talk of no certain and definite goal! How know we that there is a certain + and definite goal, even in heaven? How know we that excellence may not be + illimitable? Enough that we improve, that we proceed. Seeing in the great + design of earth that benevolence is an attribute of the Designer, let us + leave the rest to Posterity and to God." + </p> + <p> + "You have disturbed many of my theories," said Maltravers, candidly; "and + I will reflect on our conversation; but, after all, is every man to aspire + to influence others; to throw his opinion into the great scales in which + human destinies are weighed? Private life is not criminal. It is no virtue + to write a book, or to make a speech. Perhaps, I should be as well engaged + in returning to my country village, looking at my schools, and wrangling + with the parish overseers—" + </p> + <p> + "Ah," interrupted the Frenchman, laughing; "if I have driven you to this + point, I will go no further. Every state of life has its duties; every man + must be himself the judge of what he is most fit for. It is quite enough + that he desires to be active, and labours to be useful; that he + acknowledges the precept, 'Never to be weary in well-doing.' The divine + appetite once fostered, let it select its own food. But the man who, after + fair trial of his capacities, and with all opportunity for their full + development before him, is convinced that he has faculties which private + life cannot wholly absorb, must not repine that Human Nature is not + perfect, when he refuses even to exercise the gifts he himself possesses." + </p> + <p> + Now these arguments have been very tedious; in some places they have been + old and trite; in others they may appear too much to appertain to the + abstract theory of first principles. Yet from such arguments, <i>pro</i> + and <i>con</i>, unless I greatly mistake, are to be derived corollaries + equally practical and sublime,—the virtue of Action, the obligations + of Genius, and the philosophy that teaches us to confide in the destinies, + and labour in the service, of mankind. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0054" id="link2HCH0054"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I'LL tell you presently her very picture; + Stay—yes, it is so—Lelia. + <i>The Captain</i>, Act V. sc. I. +</pre> + <p> + MALTRAVERS had not shrunk into a system of false philosophy from wayward + and sickly dreams, from resolute self-delusion; on the contrary, his + errors rested on his convictions: the convictions disturbed, the errors + were rudely shaken. + </p> + <p> + But when his mind began restlessly to turn once more towards the duties of + active life; when he recalled all the former drudgeries and toils of + political conflict, or the wearing fatigues of literature, with its small + enmities, its false friendships, and its meagre and capricious rewards,—ah, + then, indeed, he shrank in dismay from the thoughts of the solitude at + home! No lips to console in dejection, no heart to sympathize in triumph, + no love within to counterbalance the hate without,—and the best of + man, his household affections, left to wither away, or to waste themselves + on ideal images, or melancholy remembrance. + </p> + <p> + It may, indeed, be generally remarked (contrary to a common notion), that + the men who are most happy at home are the most active abroad. The animal + spirits are necessary to healthful action; and dejection and the sense of + solitude will turn the stoutest into dreamers. The hermit is the antipodes + of the citizen; and no gods animate and inspire us like the Lares. + </p> + <p> + One evening, after an absence from Paris of nearly a fortnight, at De + Montaigne's villa, in the neighbourhood of St. Cloud, Maltravers, who, + though he no longer practised the art, was not less fond than heretofore + of music, was seated in Madame de Ventadour's box at the Italian Opera; + and Valerie, who was above all the woman's jealousy of beauty, was + expatiating with great warmth of eulogium upon the charms of a young + English lady whom she had met at Lady G——-'s the preceding + evening. + </p> + <p> + "She is just my beau-ideal of the true English beauty," said Valerie: "it + is not only the exquisite fairness of the complexion, nor the eyes so + purely blue,—which the dark lashes relieve from the coldness common + to the light eyes of the Scotch and German,—that are so beautifully + national, but the simplicity of manner, the unconsciousness of admiration, + the mingled modesty and sense of the expression. No, I have seen women + more beautiful, but I never saw one more lovely: you are silent; I + expected some burst of patriotism in return for my compliment to your + countrywoman!" + </p> + <p> + "But I am so absorbed in that wonderful Pasta—" + </p> + <p> + "You are no such thing; your thoughts are far away. But can you tell me + anything about my fair stranger and her friends? In the first place, there + is a Lord Doltimore, whom I knew before—you need say nothing about + him; in the next there is his new married bride, handsome, dark—but + you are not well!" + </p> + <p> + "It was the draught from the door; go on, I beseech you, the young lady, + the friend, her name?" + </p> + <p> + "Her name I do not remember; but she was engaged to be married to one of + your statesmen, Lord Vargrave; the marriage is broken off—I know not + if that be the cause of a certain melancholy in her countenance,—a + melancholy I am sure not natural to its Hebe-like expression. But who have + just entered the opposite box? Ah, Mr. Maltravers, do look, there is the + beautiful English girl!" + </p> + <p> + And Maltravers raised his eyes, and once more beheld the countenance of + Evelyn Cameron! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0061" id="link2H_4_0061"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Words of dark import gave suspicion birth.—POTTER. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0055" id="link2HCH0055"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Luce</i>. Is the wind there? + That makes for me. + <i>Isab</i>. Come, I forget a business. + <i>Wit without Money</i>. +</pre> + <p> + LORD VARGRAVE'S travelling-carriage was at his door, and he himself was + putting on his greatcoat in his library, when Lord Saxingham entered. + </p> + <p> + "What! you are going into the country?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I wrote you word,—to see Lisle Court." + </p> + <p> + "Ay, true; I had forgot. Somehow or other my memory is not so good as it + was. But, let me see, Lisle Court is in ——-shire. Why, you + will pass within ten miles of C——-." + </p> + <p> + "C——-! Shall I? I am not much versed in the geography of + England,—never learned it at school. As for Poland, Kamschatka, + Mexico, Madagascar, or any other place as to which knowledge would be <i>useful</i>, + I have every inch of the way at my finger's end. But <i>a propos</i> of C——-, + it is the town in which my late uncle made his fortune." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, so it is. I recollect you were to have stood for C——-, + but gave it up to Staunch; very handsome in you. Have you any interest + there still?" + </p> + <p> + "I think my ward has some tenants,—a street or two,—one called + Richard Street, and the other Templeton Place. I had intended some weeks + ago to have gone down there, and seen what interest was still left to our + family; but Staunch himself told me that C——- was a sure + card." + </p> + <p> + "So he thought; but he has been with me this morning in great alarm: he + now thinks he shall be thrown out. A Mr. Winsley, who has a great deal of + interest there, and was a supporter of his, hangs back on account of the + ——- question. This is unlucky, as Staunch is quite with <i>us</i>; + and if he were to rat now it would be most unfortunate." + </p> + <p> + "Winsley! Winsley!—my poor uncle's right-hand man. A great brewer,—always + chairman of the Templeton Committee. I know the name, though I never saw + the man." + </p> + <p> + "If you could take C——- in your way?" + </p> + <p> + "To be sure. Staunch must not be lost. We cannot throw away a single vote, + much more one of such weight,—eighteen stone at the least! I'll stop + at C——- on pretence of seeing after my ward's houses, and have + a quiet conference with Mr. Winsley. Hem! Peers must not interfere in + elections, eh? Well, good-by: take care of yourself. I shall be back in a + week, I hope,—perhaps less." + </p> + <p> + In a minute more Lord Vargrave and Mr. George Frederick Augustus Howard, a + slim young gentleman of high birth and connections, but who, having, as a + portionless cadet, his own way to make in the world, condescended to be + his lordship's private secretary, were rattling over the streets the first + stage to C——-. + </p> + <p> + It was late at night when Lord Vargrave arrived at the head inn of that + grave and respectable cathedral city, in which once Richard Templeton, + Esq.,—saint, banker, and politician,—had exercised his + dictatorial sway. "Sic transit gloria mundi!" As he warmed his hands by + the fire in the large wainscoted apartment into which he was shown, his + eye met a full length engraving of his uncle, with a roll of papers in his + hand,—meant for a parliamentary bill for the turnpike trusts in the + neighbourhood of C——-. The sight brought back his + recollections of that pious and saturnine relation, and insensibly the + minister's thoughts flew to his death-bed, and to the strange secret which + in that last hour he had revealed to Lumley,—a secret which had done + much in deepening Lord Vargrave's contempt for the forms and + conventionalities of decorous life. And here it may be mentioned—though + in the course of this volume a penetrating reader may have guessed as much—that, + whatever that secret, it did not refer expressly or exclusively to the + late lord's singular and ill-assorted marriage. Upon that point much was + still left obscure to arouse Lumley's curiosity, had he been a man whose + curiosity was very vivacious. But on this he felt but little interest. He + knew enough to believe that no further information could benefit himself + personally; why should he trouble his head with what never would fill his + pockets? + </p> + <p> + An audible yawn from the slim secretary roused Lord Vargrave from his + revery. + </p> + <p> + "I envy you, my young friend," said he, good-humouredly. "It is a pleasure + we lose as we grow older,—that of being sleepy. However, 'to bed,' + as Lady Macbeth says. Faith, I don't wonder the poor devil of a thane was + slow in going to bed with such a tigress. Good-night to you." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0056" id="link2HCH0056"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MA fortune va prendre une face nouvelle.* + RACINE. <i>Androm</i>., Act i. sc. 1. + + * "My fortune is about to take a turn." +</pre> + <p> + THE next morning Vargrave inquired the way to Mr. Winsley's, and walked + alone to the house of the brewer. The slim secretary went to inspect the + cathedral. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Winsley was a little, thickset man, with a civil but blunt + electioneering manner. He started when he heard Lord Vargrave's name, and + bowed with great stiffness. Vargrave saw at a glance that there was some + cause of grudge in the mind of the worthy man; nor did Mr. Winsley long + hesitate before he cleansed his bosom of its perilous stuff. + </p> + <p> + "This is an unexpected honour, my lord: I don't know how to account for + it." + </p> + <p> + "Why, Mr. Winsley, your friendship with my late uncle can, perhaps, + sufficiently explain and apologize for a visit from a nephew sincerely + attached to his memory." + </p> + <p> + "Humph! I certainly did do all in my power to promote Mr. Templeton's + interests. No man, I may say, did more; and yet I don't think it was much + thought of the moment he turned his back upon the electors of C——-. + Not that I bear any malice; I am well to do, and value no man's favour,—no + man's, my lord!" + </p> + <p> + "You amaze me! I always heard my poor uncle speak of you in the highest + terms." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, it don't signify; pray say no more of it. Can I offer your + lordship a glass of wine?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I am much obliged to you; but we really must set this little matter + right. You know that after his marriage my uncle never revisited C——-; + and that shortly before his death he sold the greater part of his interest + in this city. His young wife, I suppose, liked the neighbourhood of + London; and when elderly gentlemen <i>do</i> marry, you know they are no + longer their own masters; but if you had ever come to Fulham—ah! + then, indeed, my uncle would have rejoiced to see his old friend." + </p> + <p> + "Your lordship thinks so," said Mr. Winsley with a sardonic smile. "You + are mistaken; I did call at Fulham; and though I sent in my card, Lord + Vargrave's servant (he was then My Lord) brought back word that his + lordship was not at home." + </p> + <p> + "But that must have been true; he was out, you may depend on it." + </p> + <p> + "I saw him at the window, my lord," said Mr. Winsley, taking a pinch of + snuff. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, the deuce! I'm in for it," thought Lumley.—"Very strange, + indeed! but how can you account for it? Ah, perhaps the health of Lady + Vargrave—she was so very delicate then, and my poor uncle lived for + her—you know that he left all his fortune to Miss Cameron?" + </p> + <p> + "Miss Cameron! Who is she, my lord?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, his daughter-in-law; Lady Vargrave was a widow,—a Mrs. + Cameron." + </p> + <p> + "Mrs. Cam—I remember now,—they put Cameron in the newspapers; + but I thought it was a mistake. But, perhaps" (added Winsley, with a sneer + of peculiar malignity),—"perhaps, when your worthy uncle thought of + being a peer, he did not like to have it known that he married so much + beneath him." + </p> + <p> + "You quite mistake, my dear sir; my uncle never denied that Mrs. Cameron + was a lady of no fortune or connections,—widow to some poor Scotch + gentleman, who died I think in India." + </p> + <p> + "He left her very ill off, poor thing; but she had a great deal of merit, + and worked hard; she taught my girls to play—" + </p> + <p> + "Your girls! did Mrs. Cameron ever reside in C——-?" + </p> + <p> + "To be sure; but she was then called Mrs. Butler—just as pretty a + name to my fancy." + </p> + <p> + "You must make a mistake: my uncle married this lady in Devonshire." + </p> + <p> + "Very possibly," quoth the brewer, doggedly. "Mrs. Butler left the town + with her little girl some time before Mr. Templeton married." + </p> + <p> + "Well, you are wiser than I am," said Lumley, forcing a smile. "But how + can you be sure that Mrs. Butler and Mrs. Cameron are one and the same + person? You did not go into the house, you could not have seen Lady + Vargrave" (and here Lumley shrewdly guessed—if the tale were true—at + the cause of his uncle's exclusion of his old acquaintance). + </p> + <p> + "No! but I saw her ladyship on the lawn," said Mr. Winsley, with another + sardonic smile; "and I asked the porter at the lodge as I went out if that + was Lady Vargrave, and he said, 'yes.' However, my lord, bygones are + bygones,—I bear no malice; your uncle was a good man: and if he had + but said to me, 'Winsley, don't say a word about Mrs. Butler,' he might + have reckoned on me just as much as when in his elections he used to put + five thousand pounds in my hands, and say, 'Winsley, no bribery,—it + is wicked; let this be given in charity.' Did any one ever know how that + money went? Was your uncle ever accused of corruption? But, my lord, + surely you will take some refreshment?" + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed; but if you will let me dine with you tomorrow, you'll oblige + me much; and, whatever my uncle's faults (and latterly, poor man, he was + hardly in his senses; what a will he made!) let not the nephew suffer for + them. Come, Mr. Winsley," and Lumley held out his hand with enchanting + frankness, "you know my motives are disinterested; I have no parliamentary + interest to serve, we have no constituents for our Hospital of Incurables; + and—oh! that's right,—we're friends, I see! Now I must go and + look after my ward's houses. Let me see, the agent's name is—is—" + </p> + <p> + "Perkins, I think, my lord," said Mr. Winsley, thoroughly softened by the + charm of Vargrave's words and manner. "Let me put on my hat, and show you + his house." + </p> + <p> + "Will you? That's very kind; give me all the election news by the way—you + know I was once within an ace of being your member." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave learned from his new friend some further particulars relative to + Mrs. Butler's humble habits and homely mode of life at C——-, + which served completely to explain to him why his proud and worldly uncle + had so carefully abstained from all intercourse with that city, and had + prevented the nephew from standing for its vacant representation. It + seemed, however, that Winsley—whose resentment was not of a very + active or violent kind—had not communicated the discovery he had + made to his fellow townspeople; but had contented himself with hints and + aphorisms, whenever he had heard the subject of Mr. Templeton's marriage + discussed, which had led the gossips of the place to imagine that he had + made a much worse selection than he really had. As to the accuracy of + Winsley's assertion, Vargrave, though surprised at first, had but little + doubt on consideration, especially when he heard that Mrs. Butler's + principal patroness had been the Mrs. Leslie, now the intimate friend of + Lady Vargrave. But what had been the career, what the earlier condition + and struggles of this simple and interesting creature? With her appearance + at C——-, commenced all that surmise could invent. Not greater + was the mystery that wrapped the apparition of Manco Capac by the lake + Titiaca, than that which shrouded the places and the trials whence the + lowly teacher of music had emerged amidst the streets of C———. + </p> + <p> + Weary, and somewhat careless, of conjecture, Lord Vargrave, in dining with + Mr. Winsley, turned the conversation upon the business on which he had + principally undertaken his journey,—namely, the meditated purchase + of Lisle Court. + </p> + <p> + "I myself am not a very good judge of landed property," said Vargrave; "I + wish I knew of an experienced surveyor to look over the farms and timber: + can you help me to such a one?" + </p> + <p> + Mr. Winsley smiled, and glanced at a rosy-cheeked young lady, who simpered + and turned away. "I think my daughter could recommend one to your + lordship, if she dared." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Pa!" + </p> + <p> + "I see. Well, Miss Winsley, I will take no recommendation but yours." + </p> + <p> + Miss Winsley made an effort. + </p> + <p> + "Indeed, my lord, I have always heard Mr. Robert Hobbs considered very + clever in his profession." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Robert Hobbs is my man! His good health—and a fair wife to + him." + </p> + <p> + Miss Winsley glanced at Mamma, and then at a younger sister; and then + there was a titter, and then a fluttering, and then a rising, and Mr. + Winsley, Lord Vargrave, and the slim secretary were left alone. + </p> + <p> + "Really, my lord," said the host, resettling himself, and pushing the + wine, "though you have guessed our little family arrangement, and I have + some interest in the recommendation, since Margaret will be Mrs. Robert + Hobbs in a few weeks, yet I do not know a more acute, intelligent young + man anywhere. Highly respectable, with an independent fortune; his father + is lately dead, and made at least thirty thousand pounds in trade. His + brother Edward is also dead; so he has the bulk of the property, and he + follows his profession merely for amusement. He would consider it a great + honour." + </p> + <p> + "And where does he live?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, not in this county,—a long way off; close to ——-; + but it is all in your lordship's road. A very nice house he has, too. I + have known his family since I was a boy; it is astonishing how his father + improved the place,—it was a poor little lath-and-plaster cottage + when the late Mr. Hobbs bought it, and it is now a very excellent family + house." + </p> + <p> + "Well, you shall give me the address and a letter of introduction, and so + much for that matter. But to return to politics;" and here Lord Vargrave + ran eloquently on, till Mr. Winsley thought him the only man in the world + who could save the country from that utter annihilation, the possibility + of which he had never even suspected before. + </p> + <p> + It may be as well to add, that, on wishing Lord Vargrave good-night, Mr. + Winsley whispered in his ear, "Your lordship's friend, Lord Staunch, need + be under no apprehension,—we are all right!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0057" id="link2HCH0057"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THIS is the house, sir.—<i>Love's Pilgrimage</i>, Act iv, sc. 2. + + Redeunt Saturnia regna.*—VIRGIL. + + * "A former state of things returns." +</pre> + <p> + THE next morning, Lumley and his slender companion were rolling rapidly + over the same road on which, sixteen years ago, way-worn and weary, Alice + Darvil had first met with Mrs. Leslie; they were talking about a new + opera-dancer as they whirled by the very spot. + </p> + <p> + It was about five o'clock in the afternoon, the next day, when the + carriage stopped at a cast-iron gate, on which was inscribed this + epigraph, "Hobbs' lodge—Ring the Bell." + </p> + <p> + "A snug place enough," said Lord Vargrave, as they were waiting the + arrival of the footman to unbar the gate. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Mr. Howard. "If a retired Cit could be transformed into a + house, such is the house he would be." + </p> + <p> + Poor Dale Cottage,—the home of Poetry and Passion! But change visits + the Commonplace as well as the Romantic. Since Alice had pressed to that + cold grating her wistful eyes, time had wrought his allotted revolutions; + the old had died, the young grown up. Of the children playing on the lawn, + death had claimed some, and marriage others,—and the holiday of + youth was gone for all. + </p> + <p> + The servant opened the gate. Mr. Robert Hobbs was at home; he had friends + with him,—he was engaged; Lord Vargrave sent in his card, and the + introductory letter from Mr. Winsley. In two seconds, these missives + brought to the gate Mr. Robert Hobbs himself, a smart young man, with a + black stock, red whiskers, and an eye-glass pendant to a hair-chain which + was possibly <i>a gage d'amour</i> from Miss Margaret Winsley. + </p> + <p> + A profusion of bows, compliments, apologies, etc., the carriage drove up + the sweep, and Lord Vargrave descended, and was immediately ushered into + Mr. Hobbs's private room. The slim secretary followed, and sat silent, + melancholy, and upright, while the peer affably explained his wants and + wishes to the surveyor. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hobbs was well acquainted with the locality of Lisle Court, which was + little more than thirty miles distant, he should be proud to accompany + Lord Vargrave thither the next morning. But, might he venture, might he + dare, might he presume—a gentleman who lived at the town of ——- + was to dine with him that day; a gentleman of the most profound knowledge + of agricultural affairs; a gentleman who knew every farm, almost every + acre, belonging to Colonel Maltravers; if his lordship could be induced to + waive ceremony, and dine with Mr. Hobbs; it might be really useful to meet + this gentleman. The slim secretary, who was very hungry, and who thought + he sniffed an uncommonly savoury smell, looked up from his boots. Lord + Vargrave smiled. + </p> + <p> + "My young friend here is too great an admirer of Mrs. Hobbs—who is + to be—not to feel anxious to make the acquaintance of any member of + the family she is to enter." + </p> + <p> + Mr. George Frederick Augustus Howard blushed indignant refutation of the + calumnious charge. Vargrave continued,—"As for me, I shall be + delighted to meet any friends of yours, and am greatly obliged for your + consideration. We may dismiss the postboys, Howard; and what time shall we + summon them,—ten o'clock?" + </p> + <p> + "If your lordship would condescend to accept a bed, we can accommodate + your lordship and this gentleman, and start at any hour in the morning + that—" + </p> + <p> + "So be it," interrupted Vargrave. "You speak like a man of business. + Howard, be so kind as to order the horses for six o'clock to-morrow. We'll + breakfast at Lisle Court." + </p> + <p> + This matter settled, Lord Vargrave and Mr. Howard were shown into their + respective apartments. Travelling dresses were changed, the dinner put + back, and the fish over-boiled; but what mattered common fish, when Mr. + Hobbs had just caught such a big one? Of what consequence he should be + henceforth and ever! A peer, a minister, a stranger to the county,—to + come all this way to consult <i>him</i>! to be <i>his</i> guest! to be + shown off, and patted, and trotted out before all the rest of the company! + Mr. Hobbs was a made man! Careless of all this, ever at home with any one, + and delighted, perhaps, to escape a <i>tete-a-tete</i> with Mr. Howard in + a strange inn, Vargrave lounged into the drawing-room, and was formally + presented to the expectant family and the famishing guests. + </p> + <p> + During the expiring bachelorship of Mr. Robert Hobbs, his sister, Mrs. + Tiddy (to whom the reader was first introduced as a bride gathering the + wisdom of economy and large joints from the frugal lips of her mamma), + officiated as lady of the house,—a comely matron, and + well-preserved,—except that she had lost a front tooth,—in a + jaundiced satinet gown, with a fall of British blonde, and a tucker of the + same, Mr. Tiddy being a starch man, and not willing that the luxuriant + charms of Mrs. T. should be too temptingly exposed! There was also Mr. + Tiddy, whom his wife had married for love, and who was now well to do,—a + fine-looking man, with large whiskers, and a Roman nose, a little awry. + Moreover, there was a Miss Biddy or Bridget Hobbs, a young lady of four or + five and twenty, who was considering whether she might ask Lord Vargrave + to write something in her album, and who cast a bashful look of admiration + at the slim secretary, as he now sauntered into the room, in a black coat, + black waistcoat, black trousers, and a black neckcloth, with a black pin,—looking + much like an ebony cane split half-way up. Miss Biddy was a fair young + lady, a <i>leetle</i> faded, with uncommonly thin arms and white satin + shoes, on which the slim secretary cast his eyes and—shuddered! + </p> + <p> + In addition to the family group were the Rector of ——-, an + agreeable man, who published sermons and poetry; also Sir William Jekyll, + who was employing Mr. Hobbs to make a map of an estate he had just + purchased; also two country squires and their two wives; moreover, the + physician of the neighbouring town,—a remarkably tall man, who wore + spectacles and told anecdotes; and, lastly, Mr. Onslow, the gentleman to + whom Mr. Hobbs had referred,—an elderly man of prepossessing + exterior, of high repute as the most efficient magistrate, the best + farmer, and the most sensible person in the neighbourhood. This made the + party, to each individual of which the great man bowed and smiled; and the + great man's secretary bent, condescendingly, three joints of his backbone. + </p> + <p> + The bell was now rung, dinner announced. Sir William Jekyll led the way + with one of the she-squires, and Lord Vargrave offered his arm to the + portly Mrs. Tiddy. + </p> + <p> + Vargrave, as usual, was the life of the feast. Mr. Howard, who sat next to + Miss Bridget, conversed with her between the courses, "in dumb show." Mr. + Onslow and the physician played second and third to Lord Vargrave. When + the dinner was over, and the ladies had retired, Vargrave found himself + seated next to Mr. Onslow, and discovered in his neighbour a most + agreeable companion. They talked principally about Lisle Court, and from + Colonel Maltravers the conversation turned naturally upon Ernest. Vargrave + proclaimed his early intimacy with the latter gentleman, complained, + feelingly, that politics had divided them of late, and told two or three + anecdotes of their youthful adventures in the East. Mr. Onslow listened to + him with much attention. + </p> + <p> + "I made the acquaintance of Mr. Maltravers many years ago," said he, "and + upon a very delicate occasion. I was greatly interested in him; I never + saw one so young (for he was then but a boy) manifest feelings so deep. By + the dates you have referred to, your acquaintance with him must have + commenced very shortly after mine. Was he at that time cheerful, in good + spirits?" + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed; hypochondriacal to the greatest degree." + </p> + <p> + "Your lordship's intimacy with him, and the confidence that generally + exists between young men, induce me to suppose that he may have told you a + little romance connected with his early years." + </p> + <p> + Lumley paused to consider; and this conversation, which had been carried + on apart, was suddenly broken into by the tall doctor, who wanted to know + whether his lordship had ever heard the anecdote about Lord Thurlow and + the late king. The anecdote was as long as the doctor himself; and when it + was over, the gentlemen adjourned to the drawing-room, and all + conversation was immediately drowned by "Row, brothers, row," which had + only been suspended till the arrival of Mr. Tiddy, who had a fine bass + voice. + </p> + <p> + Alas! eighteen years ago, in that spot of earth, Alice Darvil had first + caught the soul of music from the lips of Genius and of Love! But better + as it is,—less romantic, but more proper,—as Hobbs' Lodge was + less pretty, but more safe from the winds and rains, than Dale Cottage. + </p> + <p> + Miss Bridget ventured to ask the good-humoured Lord Vargrave if he sang. + "Not I, Miss Hobbs; but Howard, there!—ah, if you heard <i>him</i>!" + The consequence of this hint was, that the unhappy secretary, who, alone, + in a distant corner, was unconsciously refreshing his fancy with some cool + weak coffee, was instantly beset with applications from Miss Bridget, Mrs. + Tiddy, Mr. Tiddy, and the tall doctor, to favour the company with a + specimen of his talents. Mr. Howard could sing,—he could even play + the guitar. But to sing at Hobbs' Lodge, to sing to the accompaniment of + Mrs. Tiddy, to have his gentle tenor crushed to death in a glee by the + heavy splayfoot of Mr. Tiddy's manly bass—the thought was + insufferable! He faltered forth assurances of his ignorance, and hastened + to bury his resentment in the retirement of a remote sofa. Vargrave, who + had forgotten the significant question of Mr. Onslow, renewed in a whisper + his conversation with that gentleman relative to the meditated investment, + while Mr. and Mrs. Tiddy sang "Come dwell with me;" and Onslow was so + pleased with his new acquaintance, that he volunteered to make a fourth in + Lumley's carriage the next morning, and accompany him to Lisle Court. This + settled, the party soon afterwards broke up. At midnight Lord Vargrave was + fast asleep; and Mr. Howard, tossing restlessly to and fro on his + melancholy couch, was revolving all the hardships that await a native of + St. James's, who ventures forth among— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads + Do grow beneath their shoulders!" +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0058" id="link2HCH0058"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + BUT how were these doubts to be changed into absolute certainty? + EDGAR HUNTLEY. +</pre> + <p> + THE next morning, while it was yet dark, Lord Vargrave's carriage picked + up Mr. Onslow at the door of a large old-fashioned house, at the entrance + of the manufacturing town of ——-. The party were silent and + sleepy till they arrived at Lisle Court. The sun had then appeared, the + morning was clear, the air frosty and bracing; and as, after traversing a + noble park, a superb quadrangular pile of brick flanked by huge square + turrets coped with stone broke upon the gaze of Lord Vargrave, his worldly + heart swelled within him, and the image of Evelyn became inexpressibly + lovely and seductive. + </p> + <p> + Though the housekeeper was not prepared for Vargrave's arrival at so early + an hour, yet he had been daily expected: the logs soon burned bright in + the ample hearth of the breakfast-room; the urn hissed, the cutlets + smoked; and while the rest of the party gathered round the fire, and + unmuffled themselves of cloaks and shawl-handkerchiefs, Vargrave seized + upon the housekeeper, traversed with delighted steps the magnificent suite + of rooms, gazed on the pictures, admired the state bed-chambers, peeped + into the offices, and recognized in all a mansion worthy of a Peer of + England,—but which a more prudent man would have thought, with a + sigh, required careful management of the rent-roll raised from the + property adequately to equip and maintain. Such an idea did not cross the + mind of Vargrave; he only thought how much he should be honoured and + envied, when, as Secretary of State, he should yearly fill those feudal + chambers with the pride and rank of England! It was characteristic of the + extraordinary sanguineness and self-confidence of Vargrave, that he + entirely overlooked one slight obstacle to this prospect, in the + determined refusal of Evelyn to accept that passionate homage which he + offered to—her fortune! + </p> + <p> + When breakfast was over the steward was called in, and the party, mounted + upon ponies, set out to reconnoitre. After spending the short day most + agreeably in looking over the gardens, pleasure-grounds, park, and + home-farm, and settling to visit the more distant parts of the property + the next day, the party were returning home to dine, when Vargrave's eye + caught the glittering <i>whim</i> of Sir Gregory Gubbins. + </p> + <p> + He pointed it out to Mr. Onslow, and laughed much at hearing of the + annoyance it occasioned to Colonel Maltravers. "Thus," said Lumley, "do we + all crumple the rose-leaf under us, and quarrel with couches the most + luxuriant! As for me, I will wager, that were this property mine, or my + ward's, in three weeks we should have won the heart of Sir Gregory, made + him pull down his <i>whim</i>, and coaxed him out of his interest in the + city of ——-. A good seat for you, Howard, some day or other." + </p> + <p> + "Sir Gregory has prodigiously bad taste," said Mr. Hobbs. "For my part, I + think that there ought to be a certain modest simplicity in the display of + wealth got in business,—that was my poor father's maxim." + </p> + <p> + "Ah!" said Vargrave, "Hobbs' Lodge is a specimen. Who was your predecessor + in that charming retreat?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, the place—then called Dale Cottage—belonged to a Mr. + Berners, a rich bachelor in business, who was rich enough not to mind what + people said of him, and kept a lady there. She ran off from him, and he + then let it to some young man—a stranger, very eccentric, I hear—a + Mr.—Mr. Butler—and he, too, gave the cottage an unlawful + attraction,—a most beautiful girl, I have heard." + </p> + <p> + "Butler!" echoed Vargrave,—"Butler! Butler!" Lumley recollected that + such had been the real name of Mrs. Cameron. + </p> + <p> + Onslow looked hard at Vargrave. + </p> + <p> + "You recognize the name, my lord," said he in a whisper, as Hobbs had + turned to address himself to Mr. Howard. "I thought you very discreet when + I asked you, last night, if you remembered the early follies of your + friend." A suspicion at once flashed upon the quick mind of Vargrave: + Butler was a name on the mother's side in the family of Maltravers; the + gloom of Ernest when he first knew him, the boy's hints that the gloom was + connected with the affections, the extraordinary and single accomplishment + of Lady Vargrave in that art of which Maltravers was so consummate a + master, the similarity of name,—all taken in conjunction with the + meaning question of Mr. Onslow, were enough to suggest to Vargrave that he + might be on the verge of a family secret, the knowledge of which could be + turned to advantage. He took care not to confess his ignorance, but + artfully proceeded to draw out Mr. Onslow's communications. + </p> + <p> + "Why, it is true," said he, "that Maltravers and I had no secrets. Ah, we + were wild fellows then! The name of Butler is in his family, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "It is. I see you know all." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he told me the story, but it is eighteen years ago. Do refresh my + memory. Howard, my good fellow, just ride on and expedite dinner: Mr. + Hobbs, will you go with Mr. What's-his-name, the steward, and look over + the maps, out-goings, etc.? Now, Mr. Onslow—so Maltravers took the + cottage, and a lady with it?—ay, I remember." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Onslow (who was in fact that magistrate to whom Ernest had confided + his name and committed the search after Alice, and who was really anxious + to know if any tidings of the poor girl had ever been ascertained) here + related that history with which the reader is acquainted,—the + robbery of the cottage, the disappearance of Alice, the suspicions that + connected that disappearance with her ruffian father, the despair and + search of Maltravers. He added that Ernest, both before his departure from + England, and on his return, had written to him to learn if Alice had ever + been heard of; the replies of the magistrate were unsatisfactory. "And do + you think, my lord, that Mr. Maltravers has never to this day ascertained + what became of the poor young woman?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, let me see,—what was her name?" + </p> + <p> + The magistrate thought a moment, and replied, "Alice Darvil." + </p> + <p> + "Alice!" exclaimed Vargrave. "Alice!"—aware that such was the + Christian name of his uncle's wife, and now almost convinced of the truth + of his first vague suspicion. + </p> + <p> + "You seem to know the name?" + </p> + <p> + "Of Alice; yes—but not Darvil. No, no; I believe he has never heard + of the girl to this hour. Nor you either?" + </p> + <p> + "I have not. One little circumstance related to me by Mr. Hobbs, your + surveyor's father, gave me some uneasiness. About two years after the + young woman disappeared, a girl, of very humble dress and appearance, + stopped at the gate of Hobbs' Lodge, and asked earnestly for Mr. Butler. + On hearing he was gone, she turned away, and was seen no more. It seems + that this girl had an infant in her arms—which rather shocked the + propriety of Mr. and Mrs. Hobbs. The old gentleman told me the + circumstance a few days after it happened, and I caused inquiry to be made + for the stranger; but she could not be discovered. I thought at first this + possibly might be the lost Alice; but I learned that, during his stay at + the cottage, your friend—despite his error, which we will not stop + to excuse—had exercised so generous and wide a charity amongst the + poor in the town and neighbourhood, that it was a more probable + supposition of the two that the girl belonged to some family he had + formerly relieved, and her visit was that of a mendicant, not a mistress. + Accordingly, after much consideration, I resolved not to mention the + circumstances to Mr. Maltravers, when he wrote to me on his return from + the Continent. A considerable time had then elapsed since the girl had + applied to Mr. Hobbs; all trace of her was lost; the incident might open + wounds that time must have nearly healed, might give false hopes—or, + what was worse, occasion a fresh and unfounded remorse at the idea of + Alice's destitution; it would, in fact, do no good, and might occasion + unnecessary pain. I therefore suppressed all mention of it." + </p> + <p> + "You did right: and so the poor girl had an infant in her arms?—humph! + What sort of looking person was this Alice Darvil,—pretty, of + course?" + </p> + <p> + "I never saw her; and none but the persons employed in the premises knew + her by sight; they described her as remarkably lovely." + </p> + <p> + "Fair and slight, with blue eyes, I suppose?—those are the orthodox + requisites of a heroine." + </p> + <p> + "Upon my word I forget; indeed I should never have remembered as much as I + do, if the celebrity of Mr. Maltravers, and the consequence of his family + in these parts, together with the sight of his own agony—the most + painful I ever witnessed—had not served to impress the whole affair + very deeply on my mind." + </p> + <p> + "Was the girl who appeared at the gate of Hobbs' Lodge described to you?" + </p> + <p> + "No; they scarcely observed her countenance, except that her complexion + was too fair for a gypsy's; yet, now I think of it, Mrs. Tiddy, who was + with her father when he told me the adventure, dwelt particularly on her + having (as you so pleasantly conjecture) fair hair and blue eyes. Mrs. + Tiddy, being just married, was romantic at that day." + </p> + <p> + "Well, it is an odd tale; but life is full of odd tales. Here we are at + the house; it really is a splendid old place!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0059" id="link2HCH0059"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + PENDENT opera interrupta.*—VIRGIL. + + * "The things begun are interrupted and suspended." +</pre> + <p> + THE history Vargrave had heard he revolved much when he retired to rest. + He could not but allow that there was still little ground for more than + conjecture that Alice Darvil and Alice Lady Vargrave were one and the same + person. It might, however, be of great importance to him to trace this + conjecture to certainty. The knowledge of a secret of early sin and + degradation in one so pure, so spotless, as Lady Vargrave, might be of + immense service in giving him a power over her, which he could turn to + account with Evelyn. How could he best prosecute further inquiry,—by + repairing at once to Brook-Green, or—the thought struck him—by + visiting and "pumping" Mrs. Leslie, the patroness of Mrs. Butler, of C——-, + the friend of Lady Vargrave? It was worth trying the latter,—it was + little out of his way back to London. His success in picking the brains of + Mr. Onslow of a secret encouraged him in the hope of equal success with + Mrs. Leslie. He decided accordingly, and fell asleep to dream of Christmas + <i>battues</i>, royal visitors, the Cabinet, the premiership! Well, no + possession equals the dream of it! Sleep on, my lord! you would be + restless enough if you were to get all you want. + </p> + <p> + For the next three days, Lord Vargrave was employed in examining the + general outlines of the estate; and the result of this survey satisfied + him as to the expediency of the purchase. On the third day, he was several + miles from the house when a heavy rain came on. Lord Vargrave was + constitutionally hardy, and not having been much exposed to visitations of + the weather of late years, was not practically aware that when a man is + past forty, he cannot endure with impunity all that falls innocuously on + the elasticity of twenty-six. He did not, therefore, heed the rain that + drenched him to the skin, and neglected to change his dress till he had + finished reading some letters and newspapers which awaited his return at + Lisle Court. The consequence of this imprudence was, that the next morning + when he woke, Lord Vargrave found himself, for almost the first time in + his life, seriously ill. His head ached violently, cold shiverings shook + his frame like an ague; the very strength of the constitution on which the + fever had begun to fasten itself augmented its danger. Lumley—the + last man in the world to think of the possibility of dying—fought up + against his own sensations, ordered his post-horses, as his visit of + survey was now over, and scarcely even alluded to his indisposition. About + an hour before he set off, his letters arrived; one of these informed him + that Caroline, accompanied by Evelyn, had already arrived in Paris; the + other was from Colonel Legard, respectfully resigning his office, on the + ground of an accession of fortune by the sudden death of the admiral, and + his intention to spend the ensuing year in a Continental excursion. This + last letter occasioned Vargrave considerable alarm; he had always felt a + deep jealousy of the handsome ex-guardsman, and he at once suspected that + Legard was about to repair to Paris as his rival. He sighed, and looked + round the spacious apartment, and gazed on the wide prospects of grove and + turf that extended from the window, and said to himself, "Is another to + snatch these from my grasp?" His impatience to visit Mrs. Leslie, to gain + ascendency over Lady Vargrave, to repair to Paris, to scheme, to + manoeuvre, to triumph, accelerated the progress of the disease that was + now burning in his veins; and the hand that he held out to Mr. Hobbs, as + he stepped into his carriage, almost scorched the cold, plump, moist + fingers of the surveyor. Before six o'clock in the evening Lord Vargrave + confessed reluctantly to himself that he was too ill to proceed much + farther. "Howard," said he then, breaking a silence that had lasted some + hours, "don't be alarmed; I feel that I am about to have a severe attack; + I shall stop at M——-(naming a large town they were + approaching); I shall send for the best physician the place affords; if I + am delirious to-morrow, or unable to give my own orders, have the kindness + to send express for Dr. Holland,—but don't leave me yourself, my + good fellow. At my age, it is a hard thing to have no one in the world to + care for me in illness; d——-n affection when I am well!" + </p> + <p> + After this strange burst, which very much frightened Mr. Howard, Lumley + relapsed into silence, not broken till he reached M——-. The + best physician was sent for; and the next morning, as he had half foreseen + and foretold, Lord Vargrave <i>was</i> delirious! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0060" id="link2HCH0060"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + NOUGHT under Heaven so strongly doth allure + The sense of man, and all his mind possess, + As Beauty's love-bait.—SPENSER. +</pre> + <p> + LEGARD was, as I have before intimated, a young man of generous and + excellent dispositions, though somewhat spoiled by the tenor of his + education, and the gay and reckless society which had administered tonics + to his vanity and opiates to his intellect. The effect which the beauty, + the grace, the innocence of Evelyn had produced upon him had been most + deep and most salutary. It had rendered dissipation tasteless and insipid; + it had made him look more deeply into his own heart, and into the rules of + life. Though, partly from irksomeness of dependence upon an uncle at once + generous and ungracious, partly from a diffident and feeling sense of his + own inadequate pretensions to the hand of Miss Cameron, and partly from + the prior and acknowledged claims of Lord Vargrave, he had accepted, half + in despair, the appointment offered to him, he still found it impossible + to banish that image which had been the first to engrave upon ardent and + fresh affections an indelible impression. He secretly chafed at the + thought that it was to a fortunate rival that he owed the independence and + the station he had acquired, and resolved to seize an early opportunity to + free himself from obligations that he deeply regretted he had incurred. At + length he learned that Lord Vargrave had been refused,—that Evelyn + was free; and within a few days from that intelligence, the admiral was + seized with apoplexy; and Legard suddenly found himself possessed, if not + of wealth, at least of a competence sufficient to redeem his character as + a suitor from the suspicion attached to a fortune-hunter and adventurer. + Despite the new prospects opened to him by the death of his uncle, and + despite the surly caprice which had mingled with and alloyed the old + admiral's kindness, Legard was greatly shocked by his death; and his + grateful and gentle nature was at first only sensible to grief for the + loss he had sustained. But when, at last, recovering from his sorrow, he + saw Evelyn disengaged and free, and himself in a position honourably to + contest her hand, he could not resist the sweet and passionate hopes that + broke upon him. He resigned, as we have seen, his official appointment, + and set out for Paris. He reached that city a day or two after the arrival + of Lord and Lady Doltimore. He found the former, who had not forgotten the + cautions of Vargrave, at first cold and distant; but partly from the + indolent habit of submitting to Legard's dictates on matters of taste, + partly from a liking to his society, and principally from the popular + suffrages of fashion, which had always been accorded to Legard, and which + were nowadays diminished by the news of his accession of fortune, Lord + Doltimore, weak and vain, speedily yielded to the influences of his old + associate, and Legard became quietly installed as the <i>enfant de la + maison</i>. Caroline was not in this instance a very faithful ally to + Vargrave's views and policy. In his singular <i>liaison</i> with Lady + Doltimore, the crafty manoeuvrer had committed the vulgar fault of + intriguers: he had over-refined and had overreached himself. At the + commencement of their strange and unprincipled intimacy, Vargrave had had, + perhaps, no other thought than that of piquing Evelyn, consoling his + vanity, amusing his <i>ennui</i>, and indulging rather his propensities as + a gallant than promoting his more serious objects as a man of the world. + By degrees, and especially at Knaresdean, Vargrave himself became deeply + entangled by an affair that he had never before contemplated as more + important than a passing diversion; instead of securing a friend to assist + him in his designs on Evelyn, he suddenly found that he had obtained a + mistress anxious for his love and jealous of his homage. With his usual + promptitude and self-confidence, he was led at once to deliver himself of + all the ill-consequences of his rashness,—to get rid of Caroline as + a mistress, and to retain her as a tool, by marrying her to Lord + Doltimore. By the great ascendancy which his character acquired over her, + and by her own worldly ambition, he succeeded in inducing her to sacrifice + all romance to a union that gave her rank and fortune; and Vargrave then + rested satisfied that the clever wife would not only secure him a + permanent power over the political influence and private fortune of the + weak husband, but also abet his designs in securing an alliance equally + desirable for himself. Here it was that Vargrave's incapacity to + understand the refinements and scruples of a woman's affection and nature, + however guilty the one, and however worldly the other, foiled and deceived + him. Caroline, though the wife of another, could not contemplate without + anguish a similar bondage for her lover; and having something of the + better qualities of her sex still left to her, she recoiled from being an + accomplice in arts that were to drive the young, inexperienced, and + guileless creature who called her "friend" into the arms of a man who + openly avowed the most mercenary motives, and who took gods and men to + witness that his heart was sacred to another. Only in Vargrave's presence + were these scruples overmastered; but the moment he was gone they returned + in full force. She had yielded, from positive fear, to his commands that + she should convey Evelyn to Paris; but she trembled to think of the vague + hints and dark menaces that Vargrave had let fall as to ulterior + proceedings, and was distracted at the thought of being implicated in some + villanous or rash design. When, therefore, the man whose rivalry Vargrave + most feared was almost established at her house, she made but a feeble + resistance; she thought that, if Legard should become a welcome and + accepted suitor before Lumley arrived, the latter would be forced to + forego whatever hopes he yet cherished, and that she should be delivered + from a dilemma, the prospect of which daunted and appalled her. Added to + this, Caroline was now, alas! sensible that a fool is not so easily + governed; her resistance to an intimacy with Legard would have been of + little avail: Doltimore, in these matters, had an obstinate will of his + own; and, whatever might once have been Caroline's influence over her + liege, certain it is that such influence had been greatly impaired of late + by the indulgence of a temper, always irritable, and now daily more soured + by regret, remorse, contempt for her husband,—and the melancholy + discovery that fortune, youth, beauty, and station are no talismans + against misery. + </p> + <p> + It was the gayest season of Paris; and to escape from herself, Caroline + plunged eagerly into the vortex of its dissipations. If Doltimore's heart + was disappointed, his vanity was pleased at the admiration Caroline + excited; and he himself was of an age and temper to share in the pursuits + and amusements of his wife. Into these gayeties, new to their fascination, + dazzled by their splendour, the young Evelyn entered with her hostess; and + ever by her side was the unequalled form of Legard. Each of them in the + bloom of youth, each of them at once formed to please, and to be pleased + by that fair Armida which we call the World, there was, necessarily, a + certain congeniality in their views and sentiments, their occupations and + their objects; nor was there, in all that brilliant city, one more + calculated to captivate the eye and fancy than George Legard. But still, + to a certain degree diffident and fearful, Legard never yet spoke of love; + nor did their intimacy at this time ripen to that point in which Evelyn + could have asked herself if there were danger in the society of Legard, or + serious meaning in his obvious admiration. Whether that melancholy, to + which Lady Vargrave had alluded in her correspondence with Lumley, were + occasioned by thoughts connected with Maltravers, or unacknowledged + recollections of Legard, it remains for the acute reader himself to + ascertain. + </p> + <p> + The Doltimores had been about three weeks in Paris; and for a fortnight of + that time Legard had been their constant guest, and half the inmate of + their hotel, when, on that night which has been commemorated in our last + book, Maltravers suddenly once more beheld the face of Evelyn, and in the + same hour learned that she was free. He quitted Valerie's box; with a + burning pulse and a beating heart, joy and surprise and hope sparkling in + his eyes and brightening his whole aspect, he hastened to Evelyn's side. + </p> + <p> + It was at this time Legard, who sat behind Miss Cameron, unconscious of + the approach of a rival, happened by one of those chances which occur in + conversation to mention the name of Maltravers. He asked Evelyn if she had + yet met him. + </p> + <p> + "What! is he, then, in Paris?" asked Evelyn, quickly. "I heard, indeed," + she continued, "that he left Burleigh for Paris, but imagined he had gone + on to Italy." + </p> + <p> + "No, he is still here; but he goes, I believe, little into the society + Lady Doltimore chiefly visits. Is he one of your favourites, Miss + Cameron?" + </p> + <p> + There was a slight increase of colour in Evelyn's beautiful cheek, as she + answered,— + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible not to admire and be interested in one so gifted?" + </p> + <p> + "He has certainly noble and fine qualities," returned Legard; "but I + cannot feel at ease with him: a coldness, a <i>hauteur</i>, a measured + distance of manner, seem to forbid even esteem. Yet <i>I</i> ought not to + say so," he added, with a pang of self-reproach. + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed, you ought not to say so," said Evelyn, shaking her head with + a pretty affectation of anger; "for I know that you pretend to like what I + like, and admire what I admire; and I am an enthusiast in all that relates + to Mr. Maltravers!" + </p> + <p> + "I know that I would wish to see all things in life through Miss Cameron's + eyes," whispered Legard, softly; and this was the most meaning speech he + had ever yet made. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn turned away, and seemed absorbed in the opera; and at that instant + the door of the box opened, and Maltravers entered. + </p> + <p> + In her open, undisguised, youthful delight at seeing him again, Maltravers + felt, indeed, "as if Paradise were opened in her face." In his own + agitated emotions, he scarcely noticed that Legard had risen and resigned + his seat to him; he availed himself of the civility, greeted his old + acquaintance with a smile and a bow, and in a few minutes he was in deep + converse with Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + Never had he so successfully exerted the singular, the master-fascination + that he could command at will,—the more powerful from its contrast + to his ordinary coldness. In the very expression of his eyes, the very + tone of his voice, there was that in Maltravers, seen at his happier + moments, which irresistibly interested and absorbed your attention: he + could make you forget everything but himself, and the rich, easy, yet + earnest eloquence, which gave colour to his language and melody to his + voice. In that hour of renewed intercourse with one who had at first + awakened, if not her heart, at least her imagination and her deeper + thoughts, certain it is that even Legard was not missed. As she smiled and + listened, Evelyn dreamed not of the anguish she inflicted. Leaning against + the box, Legard surveyed the absorbed attention of Evelyn, the adoring + eyes of Maltravers, with that utter and crushing wretchedness which no + passion but jealousy, and that only while it is yet a virgin agony, can + bestow! He had never before even dreamed of rivalry in such a quarter; but + there was that ineffable instinct, which lovers have, and which so seldom + errs, that told him at once that in Maltravers was the greatest obstacle + his passion could encounter. He waited in hopes that Evelyn would take the + occasion to turn to him at least—when the fourth act closed. She did + not; and, unable to constrain his emotions, and reply to the small-talk of + Lord Doltimore, he abruptly quitted the box. + </p> + <p> + When the opera was over, Maltravers offered his arm to Evelyn; she + accepted it, and then she looked round for Legard. He was gone. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0068" id="link2H_4_0068"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK VIII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + O Fate! O Heaven!—what have ye then decreed? + SOPHOCLES: <i>Oed. Tyr.</i> 738. + + "Insolent pride... +...... The topmost crag of the great precipice + Surmounts—to rush to ruin." + <i>Ibid.</i> 874. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0061" id="link2HCH0061"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +... SHE is young, wise, fair, In these to Nature she's immediate heir. +...... ... Honours best thrive When rather from our acts we them derive + Than our foregoers!—<i>All's Well that Ends Well</i>. +</pre> + <p> + LETTER FROM ERNEST MALTRAVERS TO THE HON. FREDERICK CLEVELAND. + </p> + <p> + EVELYN is free; she is in Paris; I have seen her,—I see her daily! + </p> + <p> + How true it is that we cannot make a philosophy of indifference! The + affections are stronger than all our reasonings. We must take them into + our alliance, or they will destroy all our theories of self-government. + Such fools of fate are we, passing from system to system, from scheme to + scheme, vainly seeking to shut out passion and sorrow-forgetting that they + are born within us—and return to the soul as the seasons to the + earth! Yet,—years, many years ago, when I first looked gravely into + my own nature and being here, when I first awakened to the dignity and + solemn responsibilities of human life, I had resolved to tame and curb + myself into a thing of rule and measure. Bearing within me the wound + scarred over but never healed, the consciousness of wrong to the heart + that had leaned upon me, haunted by the memory of my lost Alice, I + shuddered at new affections bequeathing new griefs. Wrapped in a haughty + egotism, I wished not to extend my empire over a wider circuit than my own + intellect and passions. I turned from the trader-covetousness of bliss, + that would freight the wealth of life upon barks exposed to every wind + upon the seas of Fate; I was contented with the hope to pass life alone, + honoured, though unloved. Slowly and reluctantly I yielded to the + fascinations of Florence Lascelles. The hour that sealed the compact + between us was one of regret and alarm. In vain I sought to deceive + myself,—I felt that I did not love. And then I imagined that Love + was no longer in my nature,—that I had exhausted its treasures + before my time, and left my heart a bankrupt. Not till the last—not + till that glorious soul broke out in all its brightness the nearer it + approached the source to which it has returned—did I feel of what + tenderness she was worthy and I was capable. She died, and the world was + darkened! Energy, ambition, my former aims and objects, were all + sacrificed at her tomb. But amidst ruins and through the darkness, my soul + yet supported me; I could no longer hope, but I could endure. I was + resolved that I would not be subdued, and that the world should not hear + me groan. Amidst strange and far-distant scenes, amidst hordes to whom my + very language was unknown, in wastes and forests, which the step of + civilized man, with his sorrows and his dreams, had never trodden, I + wrestled with my soul, as the patriarch of old wrestled with the angel,—and + the angel was at last the victor! You do not mistake me: you know that it + was not the death of Florence alone that worked in me that awful + revolution; but with that death the last glory fled from the face of + things that had seemed to me beautiful of old. Hers was a love that + accompanied and dignified the schemes and aspirations of manhood,—a + love that was an incarnation of ambition itself; and all the evils and + disappointments that belong to ambition seemed to crowd around my heart + like vultures to a feast allured and invited by the dead. But this at + length was over; the barbarous state restored me to the civilized. I + returned to my equals, prepared no more to be an actor in the strife, but + a calm spectator of the turbulent arena. I once more laid my head beneath + the roof of my fathers; and if without any clear and definite object, I at + least hoped to find amidst "my old hereditary trees" the charm of + contemplation and repose. And scarce—in the first hours of my + arrival—had I indulged that dream, when a fair face, a sweet voice, + that had once before left deep and unobliterated impressions on my heart, + scattered all my philosophy to the winds. I saw Evelyn! and if ever there + was love at first sight, it was that which I felt for her: I lived in her + presence, and forgot the Future! Or, rather, I was with the Past,—in + the bowers of my springtide of life and hope! It was an after-birth of + youth—my love for that young heart! + </p> + <p> + It is, indeed, only in maturity that we know how lovely were our earliest + years! What depth of wisdom in the old Greek myth, that allotted Hebe as + the prize to the god who had been the arch-labourer of life! and whom the + satiety of all that results from experience had made enamoured of all that + belongs to the Hopeful and the New! + </p> + <p> + This enchanting child, this delightful Evelyn, this ray of undreamed of + sunshine, smiled away all my palaces of ice. I loved, Cleveland,—I + loved more ardently, more passionately, more wildly than ever I did of + old! But suddenly I learned that she was affianced to another, and felt + that it was not for me to question, to seek the annulment of the bond. I + had been unworthy to love Evelyn if I had not loved honour more! I fled + from her presence, honestly and resolutely; I sought to conquer a + forbidden passion; I believed that I had not won affection in return; I + believed, from certain expressions that I overheard Evelyn utter to + another, that her heart as well as her hand was given to Vargrave. I came + hither; you know how sternly and resolutely I strove to eradicate a + weakness that seemed without even the justification of hope! If I + suffered, I betrayed it not. Suddenly Evelyn appeared again before me!—and + suddenly I learned that she was free! Oh, the rapture of that moment! + Could you have seen her bright face, her enchanting smile, when we met + again! Her ingenuous innocence did not conceal her gladness at seeing me! + What hopes broke upon me! Despite the difference of our years, I think she + loves me! that in that love I am about at last to learn what blessings + there are in life. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn has the simplicity, the tenderness, of Alice, with the refinement + and culture of Florence herself; not the genius, not the daring spirit, + not the almost fearful brilliancy of that ill-fated being,—but with + a taste as true to the Beautiful, with a soul as sensitive to the Sublime! + In Evelyn's presence I feel a sense of peace, of security, of home! Happy! + thrice happy! he who will take her to his breast! Of late she has assumed + a new charm in my eyes,—a certain pensiveness and abstraction have + succeeded to her wonted gayety. Ah, Love is pensive,—is it not, + Cleveland? How often I ask myself that question! And yet, amidst all my + hopes, there are hours when I tremble and despond! How can that innocent + and joyous spirit sympathize with all that mine has endured and known? + How, even though her imagination be dazzled by some prestige around my + name, how can I believe that I have awakened her heart to that deep and + real love of which it is capable, and which youth excites in youth? When + we meet at her home, or amidst the quiet yet brilliant society which is + gathered round Madame de Ventadour or the Montaignes, with whom she is an + especial favourite; when we converse; when I sit by her, and her soft eyes + meet mine,—I feel not the disparity of years; my heart speaks to + her, and <i>that</i> is youthful still! But in the more gay and crowded + haunts to which her presence allures me, when I see that fairy form + surrounded by those who have not outlived the pleasures that so naturally + dazzle and captivate her, then, indeed, I feel that my tastes, my habits, + my pursuits, belong to another season of life, and ask myself anxiously if + my nature and my years are those that can make <i>her</i> happy? Then, + indeed, I recognize the wide interval that time and trial place between + one whom the world has wearied, and one for whom the world is new. If she + should discover hereafter that youth should love only youth, my bitterest + anguish would be that of remorse! I know how deeply I love by knowing how + immeasurably dearer her happiness is than my own! I will wait, then, yet a + while, I will examine, I will watch well that I do not deceive myself. As + yet I think that I have no rivals whom I need fear: surrounded as she is + by the youngest and the gayest, she still turns with evident pleasure to + me, whom she calls her friend. She will forego the amusements she most + loves for society in which we can converse more at ease. You remember, for + instance, young Legard? He is here; and, before I met Evelyn, was much at + Lady Doltimore's house. I cannot be blind to his superior advantages of + youth and person; and there is something striking and prepossessing in the + gentle yet manly frankness of his manner,—and yet no fear of his + rivalship ever haunts me. True, that of late he has been little in + Evelyn's society; nor do I think, in the frivolity of his pursuits, he can + have educated his mind to appreciate Evelyn, or be possessed of those + qualities which would render him worthy of her. But there is something + good in the young man, despite his foibles,—something that wins upon + me; and you will smile to learn, that he has even surprised from <i>me</i>—usually + so reserved on such matters—the confession of my attachment and + hopes! Evelyn often talks to me of her mother, and describes her in + colours so glowing that I feel the greatest interest in one who has helped + to form so beautiful and pure a mind. Can you learn who Lady Vargrave was? + There is evidently some mystery thrown over her birth and connections; + and, from what I can hear, this arises from their lowliness. You know + that, though I have been accused of family pride, it is a pride of a + peculiar sort. I am proud, not of the length of a mouldering pedigree, but + of some historical quarterings in my escutcheon,—of some blood of + scholars and of heroes that rolls in my veins; it is the same kind of + pride that an Englishman may feel in belonging to a country that has + produced Shakspeare and Bacon. I have never, I hope, felt the vulgar pride + that disdains want of birth in others; and I care not three straws whether + my friend or my wife be descended from a king or a peasant. It is myself, + and not my connections, who alone can disgrace my lineage; therefore, + however humble Lady Vargrave's parentage, do not scruple to inform me, + should you learn any intelligence that bears upon it. + </p> + <p> + I had a conversation last night with Evelyn that delighted me. By some + accident we spoke of Lord Vargrave; and she told me, with an enchanting + candour, of the position in which she stood with him, and the + conscientious and noble scruples she felt as to the enjoyment of a + fortune, which her benefactor and stepfather had evidently intended to be + shared with his nearest relative. In these scruples I cordially concurred; + and if I marry Evelyn, my first care will be to carry them into effect,—by + securing to Vargrave, as far as the law may permit, the larger part of the + income; I should like to say all,—at least till Evelyn's children + would have the right to claim it: a right not to be enforced during her + own, and, therefore, probably not during Vargrave's life. I own that this + would be no sacrifice, for I am proud enough to recoil from the thought of + being indebted for fortune to the woman I love. It was that kind of pride + which gave coldness and constraint to my regard for Florence; and for the + rest, my own property (much increased by the simplicity of my habits of + life for the last few years) will suffice for all Evelyn or myself could + require. Ah, madman that I am! I calculate already on marriage, even while + I have so much cause for anxiety as to love. But my heart beats,—my + heart has grown a dial that keeps the account of time; by its movements I + calculate the moments—in an hour I shall see her! + </p> + <p> + Oh, never, never, in my wildest and earliest visions, could I have fancied + that I should love as I love now! Adieu, my oldest and kindest friend! If + I am happy at last, it will be something to feel that at last I shall have + satisfied your expectations of my youth. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Affectionately yours, + + E. MALTRAVERS. + + RUE DE ——-, PARIS, + January —, 18—. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0062" id="link2HCH0062"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + IN her youth + There is a prone and speechless dialect— + Such as moves men.—<i>Measure for Measure</i>. + + <i>Abbess</i>. Haply in private-) <i>Adriana</i>. + And in assemblies too.—<i>Comedy of Errors</i>. +</pre> + <p> + IT was true, as Maltravers had stated, that Legard had of late been little + at Lady Doltimore's, or in the same society as Evelyn. With the vehemence + of an ardent and passionate nature, he yielded to the jealous rage and + grief that devoured him. He saw too clearly, and from the first, that + Maltravers adored Evelyn; and in her familiar kindness of manner towards + him, in the unlimited veneration in which she appeared to hold his gifts + and qualities, he thought that that love might become reciprocal. He + became gloomy and almost morose; he shunned Evelyn, he forbore to enter + into the lists against his rival. Perhaps the intellectual superiority of + Maltravers, the extraordinary conversational brilliancy that he could + display when he pleased, the commanding dignity of his manners, even the + matured authority of his reputation and years, might have served to awe + the hopes, as well as to wound the vanity, of a man accustomed himself to + be the oracle of a circle. These might have strongly influenced Legard in + withdrawing himself from Evelyn's society; but there was one circumstance, + connected with motives much more generous, that mainly determined his + conduct. It happened that Maltravers, shortly after his first interview + with Evelyn, was riding alone one day in the more sequestered part of the + Bois de Boulogne, when he encountered Legard, also alone, and on + horseback. The latter, on succeeding to his uncle's fortune, had taken + care to repay his debt to Maltravers; he had done so in a short but + feeling and grateful letter, which had been forwarded to Maltravers at + Paris, and which pleased and touched him. Since that time he had taken a + liking to the young man, and now, meeting him at Paris, he sought, to a + certain extent, Legard's more intimate acquaintance. Maltravers was in + that happy mood when we are inclined to be friends with all men. It is + true, however, that, though unknown to himself, that pride of bearing, + which often gave to the very virtues of Maltravers an unamiable aspect, + occasionally irritated one who felt he had incurred to him an obligation + of honour and of life never to be effaced; it made the sense of this + obligation more intolerable to Legard; it made him more desirous to acquit + himself of the charge. But on this day there was so much cordiality in the + greeting of Maltravers, and he pressed Legard in so friendly a manner to + join him in his ride, that the young man's heart was softened, and they + rode together, conversing familiarly on such topics as were in common + between them. At last the conversation fell on Lord and Lady Doltimore; + and thence Maltravers, whose soul was full of one thought, turned it + indirectly towards Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "Did you ever see Lady Vargrave?" + </p> + <p> + "Never," replied Legard, looking another way; "but Lady Doltimore says she + is as beautiful as Evelyn herself, if that be possible; and still so young + in form and countenance, that she looks rather like her sister than her + mother!" + </p> + <p> + "How I should like to know her!" said Maltravers, with a sudden energy. + </p> + <p> + Legard changed the subject. He spoke of the Carnival, of balls, of + masquerades, of operas, of reigning beauties! + </p> + <p> + "Ah," said Maltravers, with a half sigh, "yours is the age for those + dazzling pleasures; to me they are 'the twice-told tale.'" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers meant it not, but this remark chafed Legard. He thought it + conveyed a sarcasm on the childishness of his own mind or the levity of + his pursuits; his colour mounted, as he replied,— + </p> + <p> + "It is not, I fear, the slight difference of years between us,—it is + the difference of intellect you would insinuate; but you should remember + all men have not your resources; all men cannot pretend to genius!" + </p> + <p> + "My dear Legard," said Maltravers, kindly, "do not fancy that I could have + designed any insinuation half so presumptuous and impertinent. Believe me, + I envy you, sincerely and sadly, all those faculties of enjoyment which I + have worn away. Oh, how I envy you! for, were they still mine, then—then, + indeed, I might hope to mould myself into greater congeniality with the + beautiful and the young!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers paused a moment, and resumed, with a grave smile: "I trust, + Legard, that you will be wiser than I have been; that you will gather your + roses while it is yet May: and that you will not live to thirty-six, + pining for happiness and home, a disappointed and desolate man; till, when + your ideal is at last found, you shrink back appalled, to discover that + you have lost none of the tendencies to love, but many of the graces by + which love is to be allured!" + </p> + <p> + There was so much serious and earnest feeling in these words that they + went home at once to Legard's sympathies. He felt irresistibly impelled to + learn the worst. + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers," said he, in a hurried tone, "it would be an idle compliment + to say that you are not likely to love in vain; perhaps it is indelicate + in me to apply a general remark; and yet—yet I cannot but fancy that + I have discovered your secret, and that you are not insensible to the + charms of Miss Cameron!" + </p> + <p> + "Legard!" said Maltravers,—and so strong was his fervent attachment + to Evelyn, that it swept away all his natural coldness and reserve,—"I + tell you plainly and frankly that in my love for Evelyn Cameron lie the + last hopes I have in life. I have no thought, no ambition, no sentiment + that is not vowed to her. If my love should be unreturned, I may strive to + endure the blow, I may mix with the world, I may seem to occupy myself in + the aims of others; but my heart will be broken! Let us talk of this no + more; you have surprised my secret, though it must have betrayed itself. + Learn from me how preternaturally strong, how generally fatal is love + deferred to that day when—in the stern growth of all the feelings—love + writes itself on granite!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers, as if impatient of his own weakness, put spurs to his horse, + and they rode on rapidly for some time without speaking. + </p> + <p> + That silence was employed by Legard in meditating over all he had heard + and witnessed, in recalling all that he owed to Maltravers; and before + that silence was broken the young man nobly resolved not even to attempt, + not even to hope, a rivalry with Maltravers; to forego all the + expectations he had so fondly nursed, to absent himself from the company + of Evelyn, to requite faithfully and firmly that act of generosity to + which he owed the preservation of his life,—the redemption of his + honour. + </p> + <p> + Agreeably to this determination, he abstained from visiting those haunts + in which Evelyn shone; and if accident brought them together, his manner + was embarrassed and abrupt. She wondered,—at last, perhaps she + resented,—it may be that she grieved; for certain it is that + Maltravers was right in thinking that her manner had lost the gayety that + distinguished it at Merton Rectory. But still it may be doubted whether + Evelyn had seen enough of Legard, and whether her fancy and romance were + still sufficiently free from the magical influences of the genius that + called them forth in the eloquent homage of Maltravers, to trace, herself, + to any causes connected with her younger lover the listless melancholy + that crept over her. In very young women—new alike to the world and + the knowledge of themselves—many vague and undefined feelings herald + the dawn of Love; shade after shade and light upon light succeeds before + the sun breaks forth, and the earth awakens to his presence. + </p> + <p> + It was one evening that Legard had suffered himself to be led into a party + at the ——- ambassador's; and there, as he stood by the door, + he saw at a little distance Maltravers conversing with Evelyn. Again he + writhed beneath the tortures of his jealous anguish; and there, as he + gazed and suffered, he resolved (as Maltravers had done before him) to fly + from the place that had a little while ago seemed to him Elysium! He would + quit Paris, he would travel, he would not see Evelyn again till the + irrevocable barrier was passed, and she was the wife of Maltravers! In the + first heat of this determination, he turned towards some young men + standing near him, one of whom was about to visit Vienna. He gayly + proposed to join him,—a proposal readily accepted, and began + conversing on the journey, the city, its splendid and proud society, with + all that cruel exhilaration which the forced spirits of a stricken heart + can alone display, when Evelyn (whose conference with Maltravers was + ended) passed close by him. She was leaning on Lady Doltimore's arm, and + the admiring murmur of his companions caused Legard to turn suddenly + round. + </p> + <p> + "You are not dancing to-night, Colonel Legard," said Caroline, glancing + towards Evelyn. "The more the season for balls advances, the more indolent + you become." + </p> + <p> + Legard muttered a confused reply, one half of which seemed petulant, while + the other half was inaudible. + </p> + <p> + "Not so indolent as you suppose," said his friend. "Legard meditates an + excursion sufficient, I hope, to redeem his character in your eyes. It is + a long journey, and, what is worse, a very cold journey, to Vienna." + </p> + <p> + "Vienna! do you think of going to Vienna?" cried Caroline. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," said Legard. "I hate Paris; any place better than this odious + city!" and he moved away. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn's eyes followed him sadly and gravely. She remained by Lady + Doltimore's side, abstracted and silent for several minutes. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Caroline, turning to Lord Devonport (the friend who had proposed + the Viennese excursion), said, "It is cruel in you to go to Vienna,—it + is doubly cruel to rob Lord Doltimore of his best friend and Paris of its + best waltzer." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it is a voluntary offer of Legard's, Lady Doltimore,—believe + me, I have used no persuasive arts. But the fact is, that we have been + talking of a fair widow, the beauty of Austria, and as proud and as + unassailable as Ehrenbreitstein itself. Legard's vanity is piqued; and so—as + a professed lady-killer—he intends to see what can be effected by + the handsomest Englishman of his time." + </p> + <p> + Caroline laughed, and new claimants on her notice succeeded to Lord + Devonport. It was not till the ladies were waiting their carriage in the + shawl-room that Lady Doltimore noticed the paleness and thoughtful brow of + Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "Are you fatigued or unwell, dear?" she said. + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Evelyn, forcing a smile; and at that moment they were + joined by Maltravers, with the intelligence that it would be some minutes + before the carriage could draw up. Caroline amused herself in the interval + by shrewd criticisms on the dresses and characters of her various friends. + Caroline had grown an amazing prude in her judgment of others! + </p> + <p> + "What a turban!—prudent for Mrs. A——- to wear,—bright + red; it puts out her face, as the sun puts out the fire. Mr. Maltravers, + do observe Lady B——- with that <i>very</i> young gentleman. + After all her experience in angling, it is odd that she should still only + throw in for small fish. Pray, why is the marriage between Lady C——- + D——- and Mr. F——- broken off? Is it true that he + is so much in debt, and is so very—very profligate? They say she is + heartbroken." + </p> + <p> + "Really, Lady Doltimore," said Maltravers, smiling, "I am but a bad + scandal-monger. But poor F——- is not, I believe, much worse + than others. How do we know whose fault it is when a marriage is broken + off? Lady C——- D——- heartbroken! what an idea! + Nowadays there is never any affection in compacts of that sort; and the + chain that binds the frivolous nature is but a gossamer thread! Fine + gentlemen and fine ladies, their loves and their marriages— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "'May flourish and may fade; + A breath can make them, as a breath has made.' +</pre> + <p> + "Never believe that a heart long accustomed to beat only in good society + can be broken,—it is rarely ever touched!" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn listened attentively, and seemed struck. She sighed, and said in a + very low voice, as to herself, "It is true—how could I think + otherwise?" + </p> + <p> + For the next few days Evelyn was unwell, and did not quit her room. + Maltravers was in despair. The flowers, the books, the music he sent; his + anxious inquiries, his earnest and respectful notes, touched with that + ineffable charm which Heart and Intellect breathe into the most trifling + coinage from their mint,—all affected Evelyn sensibly. Perhaps she + contrasted them with Legard's indifference and apparent caprice; perhaps + in that contrast Maltravers gained more than by all his brilliant + qualities. Meanwhile, without visit, without message, without farewell,—unconscious, + it is true, of Evelyn's illness,—Legard departed for Vienna. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0063" id="link2HCH0063"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + A PLEASING land... + Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye, + And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, + Forever flashing round a summer sky.—THOMSON. +</pre> + <p> + DAILY, hourly, increased the influence of Evelyn over Maltravers. Oh, what + a dupe is a man's pride! what a fool his wisdom! That a girl, a mere + child, one who scarce knew her own heart, beautiful as it was,—whose + deeper feelings still lay coiled up in their sweet buds,—that she + should thus master this proud, wise man! But as thou—our universal + teacher—as thou, O Shakspeare! haply speaking from the hints of + thine own experience, hast declared— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "None are so truly caught, when they are catched, + As wit turned fool; folly in wisdom hatched, + Hath wisdom's warrant." +</pre> + <p> + Still, methinks that, in that surpassing and dangerously indulged + affection which levelled thee, Maltravers, with the weakest, which + overturned all thy fine philosophy of Stoicism, and made thee the veriest + slave of the "Rose Garden,"—still, Maltravers, thou mightest at + least have seen that thou hast lost forever all right to pride, all + privilege to disdain the herd! But thou wert proud of thine own infirmity! + And far sharper must be that lesson which can teach thee that Pride—thine + angel—is ever pre-doomed to fall. + </p> + <p> + What a mistake to suppose that the passions are strongest in youth! The + passions are not stronger, but the control over them is weaker. They are + more easily excited, they are more violent and more apparent; but they + have less energy, less durability, less intense and concentrated power, + than in maturer life. In youth, passion succeeds to passion, and one + breaks upon the other, as waves upon a rock, till the heart frets itself + to repose. In manhood, the great deep flows on, more calm, but more + profound; its serenity is the proof of the might and terror of its course, + were the wind to blow and the storm to rise. + </p> + <p> + A young man's ambition is but vanity,—it has no definite aim, it + plays with a thousand toys. As with one passion, so with the rest. In + youth, Love is ever on the wing, but, like the birds in April, it hath not + yet built its nest. With so long a career of summer and hope before it, + the disappointment of to-day is succeeded by the novelty of to-morrow, and + the sun that advances to the noon but dries up its fervent tears. But when + we have arrived at that epoch of life,—when, if the light fail us, + if the last rose wither, we feel that the loss cannot be retrieved, and + that the frost and the darkness are at hand, Love becomes to us a treasure + that we watch over and hoard with a miser's care. Our youngest-born + affection is our darling and our idol, the fondest pledge of the Past, the + most cherished of our hopes for the Future. A certain melancholy that + mingles with our joy at the possession only enhances its charm. We feel + ourselves so dependent on it for all that is yet to come. Our other barks—our + gay galleys of pleasure, our stately argosies of pride—have been + swallowed up by the remorseless wave. On this last vessel we freight our + all, to its frail tenement we commit ourselves. The star that guides it is + our guide, and in the tempest that menaces we behold our own doom! + </p> + <p> + Still Maltravers shrank from the confession that trembled on his lips; + still he adhered to the course he had prescribed to himself. If ever (as + he had implied in his letter to Cleveland)—if ever Evelyn should + discover they were not suited to each other! The possibility of such an + affliction impressed his judgment, the dread of it chilled his heart. With + all his pride, there was a certain humility in Maltravers that was perhaps + one cause of his reserve. He knew what a beautiful possession is youth,—its + sanguine hopes, its elastic spirit, its inexhaustible resources! What to + the eyes of woman were the acquisitions which manhood had brought him,—the + vast but the sad experience, the arid wisdom, the philosophy based on + disappointment? He might be loved but for the vain glitter of name and + reputation,—and love might vanish as custom dimmed the illusion. Men + of strong affections are jealous of their own genius. They know how + separate a thing from the household character genius often is,—they + fear lest they should be loved for a quality, not for themselves. + </p> + <p> + Thus communed he with himself; thus, as the path had become clear to his + hopes, did new fears arise; and thus did love bring, as it ever does, in + its burning wake,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "The pang, the agony, the doubt!" +</pre> + <p> + Maltravers then confirmed himself in the resolution he had formed: he + would cautiously examine Evelyn and himself; he would weigh in the balance + every straw that the wind should turn up; he would not aspire to the + treasure, unless he could feel secure that the coffer could preserve the + gem. This was not only a prudent, it was a just and a generous + determination. It was one which we all ought to form if the fervour of our + passions will permit us. We have no right to sacrifice years to moments, + and to melt the pearl that has no price in a single draught! But can + Maltravers adhere to his wise precautions? The truth must be spoken,—it + was, perhaps, the first time in his life that Maltravers had been really + in love. As the reader will remember, he had not been in love with the + haughty Florence; admiration, gratitude,—the affection of the head, + not that of the feelings,—had been the links that bound him to the + enthusiastic correspondent revealed in the gifted beauty; and the gloomy + circumstances connected with her early fate had left deep furrows in his + memory. Time and vicissitude had effaced the wounds, and the Light of the + Beautiful dawned once more in the face of Evelyn. Valerie de Ventadour had + been but the fancy of a roving breast. Alice, the sweet Alice!—her, + indeed, in the first flower of youth, he had loved with a boy's romance. + He had loved her deeply, fondly,—but perhaps he had never been in + love with her; he had mourned her loss for years,—insensibly to + himself her loss had altered his character and cast a melancholy gloom + over all the colours of his life. But she whose range of ideas was so + confined, she who had but broke into knowledge, as the chrysalis into the + butterfly—how much in that prodigal and gifted nature, bounding + onwards into the broad plains of life, must the peasant girl have failed + to fill! They had had nothing in common but their youth and their love. It + was a dream that had hovered over the poet-boy in the morning twilight,—a + dream he had often wished to recall, a dream that had haunted him in the + noon-day,—but had, as all boyish visions ever have done, left the + heart unexhausted, and the passions unconsumed! Years, long years, since + then had rolled away, and yet, perhaps, one unconscious attraction that + drew Maltravers so suddenly towards Evelyn was a something indistinct and + undefinable that reminded him of Alice. There was no similarity in their + features; but at times a tone in Evelyn's voice, a "trick of the manner," + an air, a gesture, recalled him, over the gulfs of Time, to Poetry, and + Hope, and Alice. + </p> + <p> + In the youth of each—the absent and the present one—there was + resemblance,—resemblance in their simplicity, their grace. Perhaps + Alice, of the two, had in her nature more real depth, more ardour of + feeling, more sublimity of sentiment, than Evelyn. But in her primitive + ignorance half her noblest qualities were embedded and unknown. And Evelyn—his + equal in rank; Evelyn, well cultivated; Evelyn, so long courted, so deeply + studied—had such advantages over the poor peasant girl! Still the + poor peasant girl often seemed to smile on him from that fair face; and in + Evelyn he half loved Alice again! + </p> + <p> + So these two persons now met daily; their intercourse was even more + familiar than before, their several minds grew hourly more developed and + transparent to each other. But of love Maltravers still forbore to speak; + they were friends,—no more; such friends as the disparity of their + years and their experience might warrant them to be. And in that young and + innocent nature—with its rectitude, its enthusiasm, and its pious + and cheerful tendencies—Maltravers found freshness in the desert, as + the camel-driver lingering at the well. Insensibly his heart warmed again + to his kind; and as the harp of David to the ear of Saul, was the soft + voice that lulled remembrance and awakened hope in the lonely man. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, what was the effect that the presence, the attentions, of + Maltravers produced on Evelyn? Perhaps it was of that kind which most + flatters us and most deceives. She never dreamed of comparing him with + others. To her thoughts he stood aloof and alone from all his kind. It may + seem a paradox, but it might be that she admired and venerated him almost + too much for love. Still her pleasure in his society was so evident and + unequivocal, her deference to his opinion so marked, she sympathized in so + many of his objects, she had so much blindness or forbearance for his + faults (and he never sought to mask them), that the most diffident of men + might have drawn from so many symptoms hopes the most auspicious. Since + the departure of Legard, the gayeties of Paris lost their charm for + Evelyn, and more than ever she could appreciate the society of her friend. + He thus gradually lost his earlier fears of her forming too keen an + attachment to the great world; and as nothing could be more apparent than + Evelyn's indifference to the crowd of flatterers and suitors that hovered + round her, Maltravers no longer dreaded a rival. He began to feel assured + that they had both gone through the ordeal; and that he might ask for love + without a doubt of its immutability and faith. At this period they were + both invited, with the Doltimores, to spend a few days at the villa of De + Montaigne, near St. Cloud. And there it was that Maltravers determined to + know his fate! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0064" id="link2HCH0064"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + CHAOS of Thought and Passion all confused.—POPE. +</pre> + <p> + IT is to the contemplation of a very different scene that the course of + our story now conducts us. + </p> + <p> + Between St. Cloud and Versailles there was at that time—perhaps + there still is—a lone and melancholy house, appropriated to the + insane,—melancholy, not from its site, but the purpose to which it + is devoted. Placed on an eminence, the windows of the mansion command—beyond + the gloomy walls that gird the garden ground—one of those enchanting + prospects which win for France her title to <i>La Belle</i>. There the + glorious Seine is seen in the distance, broad and winding through the + varied plains, and beside the gleaming villages and villas. There, too, + beneath the clear blue sky of France, the forest-lands of Versailles and + St. Germains stretch in dark luxuriance around and afar. There you may see + sleeping on the verge of the landscape the mighty city,—crowned with + the thousand spires from which, proud above the rest, rises the eyry of + Napoleon's eagle, the pinnacle of Notre Dame. + </p> + <p> + Remote, sequestered, the place still commands the survey of the turbulent + world below; and Madness gazes upon prospects that might well charm the + thoughtful eyes of Imagination or of Wisdom! In one of the rooms of this + house sat Castruccio Cesarini. The apartment was furnished even with + elegance; a variety of books strewed the table; nothing for comfort or for + solace that the care and providence of affection could dictate was + omitted. Cesarini was alone: leaning his cheek upon his hand, he gazed on + the beautiful and tranquil view we have described. "And am I never to set + a free foot on that soil again?" he muttered indignantly, as he broke from + his revery. + </p> + <p> + The door opened, and the keeper of the sad abode (a surgeon of humanity + and eminence) entered, followed by De Montaigne. Cesarini turned round and + scowled upon the latter; the surgeon, after a few words of salutation, + withdrew to a corner of the room, and appeared absorbed in a book. De + Montaigne approached his brother-in-law,—"I have brought you some + poems just published at Milan, my dear Castruccio,—they will please + you." + </p> + <p> + "Give me my liberty!" cried Cesarini, clenching his hands. "Why am I to be + detained here? Why are my nights to be broken by the groans of maniacs, + and my days devoured in a solitude that loathes the aspect of things + around me? Am I mad? You know I am not! It is an old trick to say that + poets are mad,—you mistake our agonies for insanity. See, I am calm; + I can reason: give me any test of sound mind—no matter how rigid—I + will pass it; I am not mad,—I swear I am not!" + </p> + <p> + "No, my dear Castruccio," said De Montaigne, soothingly; "but you are + still unwell,—you still have fever; when next I see you perhaps you + may be recovered sufficiently to dismiss the doctor and change the air. + Meanwhile is there anything you would have added or altered?" + </p> + <p> + Cesarini had listened to this speech with a mocking sarcasm on his lip, + but an expression of such hopeless wretchedness in his eyes, as they alone + can comprehend who have witnessed madness in its lucid intervals. He sank + down, and his head drooped gloomily on his breast. "No," said he; "I want + nothing but free air or death,—no matter which." + </p> + <p> + De Montaigne stayed some time with the unhappy man, and sought to soothe + him; but it was in vain. Yet when he rose to depart, Cesarini started up, + and fixing on him his large wistful eyes, exclaimed, "Ah! do not leave me + yet. It is so dreadful to be alone with the dead and the worse than dead!" + </p> + <p> + The Frenchman turned aside to wipe his eyes, and stifle the rising at his + heart; and again he sat, and again he sought to soothe. At length + Cesarini, seemingly more calm, gave him leave to depart. "Go," said he, + "go; tell Teresa I am better, that I love her tenderly, that I shall live + to tell her children not to be poets. Stay, you asked if there was aught I + wished changed: yes, this room; it is too still: I hear my own pulse beat + so loudly in the silence, it is horrible! There is a room below, by the + window of which there is a tree, and the winds rock its boughs to and fro, + and it sighs and groans like a living thing; it will be pleasant to look + at that tree, and see the birds come home to it,—yet that tree is + wintry and blasted too! It will be pleasant to hear it fret and chafe in + the stormy nights; it will be a friend to me, that old tree! let me have + that room. Nay, look not at each other,—it is not so high as this; + but the window is barred,—I cannot escape!" And Cesarini smiled. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly," said the surgeon, "if you prefer that room; but it has not so + fine a view." + </p> + <p> + "I hate the view of the world that has cast me off. When may I change?" + </p> + <p> + "This very evening." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you; it will be a great revolution in my life." + </p> + <p> + And Cesarini's eyes brightened, and he looked happy. De Montaigne, + thoroughly unmanned, tore himself away. + </p> + <p> + The promise was kept, and Cesarini was transferred that night to the + chamber he had selected. + </p> + <p> + As soon as it was deep night, the last visit of the keeper paid, and, save + now and then, by some sharp cry in the more distant quarter of the house, + all was still, Cesarini rose from his bed; a partial light came from the + stars that streamed through the frosty and keen air, and cast a sickly + gleam through the heavy bars of the casement. It was then that Cesarini + drew from under his pillow a long-cherished and carefully-concealed + treasure. Oh, with what rapture had he first possessed himself of it! with + what anxiety had it been watched and guarded! how many cunning stratagems + and profound inventions had gone towards the baffling, the jealous search + of the keeper and his myrmidons! The abandoned and wandering mother never + clasped her child more fondly to her bosom, nor gazed upon his features + with more passionate visions for the future. And what had so enchanted the + poor prisoner, so deluded the poor maniac? A large nail! He had found it + accidentally in the garden; he had hoarded it for weeks,—it had + inspired him with the hope of liberty. Often, in the days far gone, he had + read of the wonders that had been effected, of the stones removed, and the + bars filed, by the self-same kind of implement. He remembered that the + most celebrated of those bold unfortunates who live a life against the + law, had said, "Choose my prison, and give me but a rusty nail, and I + laugh at your jailers and your walls!" He crept to the window; he examined + his relic by the dim starlight; he kissed it passionately, and the tears + stood in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + Ah, who shall determine the worth of things? No king that night so prized + his crown as the madman prized that rusty inch of wire,—the proper + prey of the rubbish-cart and dunghill. Little didst thou think, old + blacksmith, when thou drewest the dull metal from the fire, of what + precious price it was to become! + </p> + <p> + Cesarini, with the astuteness of his malady, had long marked out this + chamber for the scene of his operations; he had observed that the + framework in which the bars were set seemed old and worm-eaten; that the + window was but a few feet from the ground; that the noise made in the + winter nights by the sighing branches of the old tree without would deaden + the sound of the lone workman. Now, then, his hopes were to be crowned. + Poor fool! and even <i>thou</i> hast hope still! All that night he toiled + and toiled, and sought to work his iron into a file; now he tried the + bars, and now the framework. Alas! he had not learned the skill in such + tools, possessed by his renowned model and inspirer; the flesh was worn + from his fingers, the cold drops stood on his brow; and morning surprised + him, advanced not a hair-breadth in his labour. + </p> + <p> + He crept back to bed, and again hid the useless implement, and at last he + slept. + </p> + <p> + And, night after night, the same task, the same results! But at length, + one day, when Cesarini returned from his moody walk in the gardens (<i>pleasure</i>-grounds + they were called by the owner), he found better workmen than he at the + window; they were repairing the framework, they were strengthening the + bars,—all hope was now gone! The unfortunate said nothing; too + cunning to show his despair he eyed them silently, and cursed them; but + the old tree was left still, and that was something,—company and + music. + </p> + <p> + A day or two after this barbarous counterplot, Cesarini was walking in the + gardens towards the latter part of the afternoon (just when in the short + days the darkness begins to steal apace over the chill and western sun), + when he was accosted by a fellow-captive, who had often before sought his + acquaintance; for they try to have friends,—those poor people! Even + <i>we</i> do the same; though <i>we</i> say we are <i>not</i> mad! This + man had been a warrior, had served with Napoleon, had received honours and + ribbons,—might, for aught we know, have dreamed of being a marshal! + But the demon smote him in the hour of his pride. It was his disease to + fancy himself a monarch. He believed, for he forgot chronology, that he + was at once the Iron Mask, and the true sovereign of France and Navarre, + confined in state by the usurpers of his crown. On other points he was + generally sane; a tall, strong man, with fierce features, and stern lines, + wherein could be read many a bloody tale of violence and wrong, of lawless + passions, of terrible excesses, to which madness might be at once the + consummation and the curse. This man had taken a fancy to Cesarini; and, + in some hours Cesarini had shunned him less than others,—for they + could alike rail against all living things. The lunatic approached + Cesarini with an air of dignity and condescension. + </p> + <p> + "It is a cold night, sir,—and there will be no moon. Has it never + occurred to you that the winter is the season for escape?" + </p> + <p> + Cesarini started; the ex-officer continued,— + </p> + <p> + "Ay, I see by your manner that you, too, chafe at our ignominious + confinement. I think that together we might brave the worst. You probably + are confined on some state offence. I give you full pardon, if you assist + me. For myself I have but to appear in my capital; old Louis le Grand must + be near his last hour." + </p> + <p> + "This madman my best companion!" thought Cesarini, revolting at his own + infirmity, as Gulliver started from the Yahoo. "No matter, he talks of + escape. + </p> + <p> + "And how think you," said the Italian, aloud,—"how think you, that + we have any chance of deliverance?" + </p> + <p> + "Hush, speak lower," said the soldier. "In the inner garden, I have + observed for the last two days that a gardener is employed in nailing some + fig-trees and vines to the wall. Between that garden and these grounds + there is but a paling, which we can easily scale. He works till dusk; at + the latest hour we can, let us climb noiselessly over the paling, and + creep along the vegetable beds till we reach the man. He uses a ladder for + his purpose; the rest is clear,—we must fell and gag him,—twist + his neck if necessary,—I have twisted a neck before," quoth the + maniac, with a horrid smile. "The ladder will help us over the wall, and + the night soon grows dark at this season." + </p> + <p> + Cesarini listened, and his heart beat quick. "Will it be too late to try + to-night?" said he in a whisper. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps not," said the soldier, who retained all his military acuteness. + "But are you prepared,—don't you require time to man yourself?" + </p> + <p> + "No—no,—I have had time enough!—I am ready." + </p> + <p> + "Well, then,—hist!—-we are watched—one of the jailers! + Talk easily, smile, laugh. This way." + </p> + <p> + They passed by one of the watch of the place, and just as they were in his + hearing, the soldier turned to Cesarini, "Sir, will you favour me with + your snuff-box?" + </p> + <p> + "I have none." + </p> + <p> + "None? what a pity! My good friend," and he turned to the scout, "may I + request you to look in my room for my snuff-box? It is on the + chimney-piece,—it will not take you a minute." + </p> + <p> + The soldier was one of those whose insanity was deemed most harmless, and + his relations, who were rich and wellborn, had requested every indulgence + to be shown to him. The watch suspected nothing, and repaired to the + house. As soon as the trees hid him,—"Now," said the soldier, "stoop + almost on all fours, and run quick." + </p> + <p> + So saying the maniac crouched low, and glided along with a rapidity which + did not distance Cesarini. They reached the paling that separated the + vegetable garden from the pleasure-ground; the soldier vaulted over it + with ease, Cesarini with more difficulty followed. They crept along; the + herbs and vegetable beds, with their long bare stalks, concealed their + movements; the man was still on the ladder. "<i>La bonne Esperance,</i>" + said the soldier through his ground teeth, muttering some old watchword of + the wars, and (while Cesarini, below, held the ladder steadfast) he rushed + up the steps, and with a sudden effort of his muscular arm, hurled the + gardener to the ground. The man, surprised, half stunned, and wholly + terrified, did not attempt to wrestle with the two madmen, he uttered loud + cries for help! But help came too late; these strange and fearful comrades + had already scaled the wall, had dropped on the other side, and were fast + making across the dusky fields to the neighbouring forest. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0065" id="link2HCH0065"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + HOPES and Fears + Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge + Look down: on what?—a fathomless abyss!—YOUNG. +</pre> + <p> + MIDNIGHT—and intense frost! There they were—houseless and + breadless—the two fugitives, in the heart of that beautiful forest + which has rung to the horns of many a royal chase. The soldier, whose + youth had been inured to hardships, and to the conquests which our + mother-wit wrings from the stepdame Nature, had made a fire by the + friction of two pieces of dry wood; such wood was hard to be found, for + the snow whitened the level ground, and lay deep in the hollows; and when + it was discovered, the fuel was slow to burn; however, the fire blazed red + at last. On a little mound, shaded by a semicircle of huge trees, sat the + Outlaws of Human Reason. They cowered over the blaze opposite to each + other, and the glare crimsoned their features. And each in his heart + longed to rid himself of his mad neighbour; and each felt the awe of + solitude,—the dread of sleep beside a comrade whose soul had lost + God's light! + </p> + <p> + "Ho!" said the warrior, breaking a silence that had been long kept, "this + is cold work at the best, and hunger pinches me; I almost regret the + prison." + </p> + <p> + "I do not feel the cold," said Cesarini, "and I do not care for hunger: I + am revelling only in the sense of liberty!" + </p> + <p> + "Try and sleep," quoth the soldier, with a coaxing and, sinister softness + of voice; "we will take it by turns to watch." + </p> + <p> + "I cannot sleep,—take you the first turn." + </p> + <p> + "Hark ye, sir!" said the soldier sullenly; "I must not have my commands + disputed; now we are free, we are no longer equal: I am heir to the crowns + of France and Navarre. Sleep, I say!" + </p> + <p> + "And what Prince or Potentate, King or Kaiser," cried Cesarini, catching + the quick contagion of the fit that had seized his comrade, "can dictate + to the monarch of Earth and Air, the Elements and the music-breathing + Stars? I am Cesarini the Bard! and the huntsman Orion halts in his chase + above to listen to my lyre! Be stilled, rude man!—thou scarest away + the angels, whose breath even now was rushing through my hair!" + </p> + <p> + "It is too horrible!" cried the grim man of blood, shivering; "my enemies + are relentless, and give me a madman for a jailer!" + </p> + <p> + "Ha! a madman!" exclaimed Cesarini, springing to his feet, and glaring at + the soldier with eyes that caught and rivalled the blaze of the fire. "And + who are you?—what devil from the deep hell, that art leagued with my + persecutors against me?" + </p> + <p> + With the instinct of his old calling and valour, the soldier also rose + when he saw the movement of his companion; and his fierce features worked + with rage and fear. + </p> + <p> + "Avaunt!" said he, waving his arm; "we banish thee from our presence! This + is our palace!—and our guards are at hand!" pointing to the still + and skeleton trees that grouped round in ghastly bareness. "Begone!" + </p> + <p> + At that moment they heard at a distance the deep barking of a dog, and + each cried simultaneously, "They are after me!—betrayed!" The + soldier sprang at the throat of Cesarini; but the Italian, at the same + instant, caught a half-burned brand from the fire, and dashed the blazing + end in the face of his assailant. The soldier uttered a cry of pain, and + recoiled back, blinded and dismayed. Cesarini, whose madness, when fairly + roused, was of the most deadly nature, again raised his weapon, and + probably nothing but death could have separated the foes; but again the + bay of the dog was heard, and Cesarini, answering the sound by a wild + yell, threw down the brand, and fled away through the forest with + inconceivable swiftness. He hurried on through bush and dell,—and + the boughs tore his garments and mangled his flesh,—but stopped not + his progress till he fell at last on the ground, breathless and exhausted, + and heard from some far-off clock the second hour of morning. He had left + the forest; a farmhouse stood before him, and the whitened roofs of + scattered cottages sloped to the tranquil sky. The witness of man—the + social tranquil sky and the reasoning man—operated like a charm upon + the senses which recent excitement had more than usually disturbed. The + unhappy wretch gazed at the peaceful abodes, and sighed heavily; then, + rising from the earth, he crept into one of the sheds that adjoined the + farmhouse, and throwing himself on some straw, slept sound and quietly + till daylight, and the voices of peasants in the shed awakened him. + </p> + <p> + He rose refreshed, calm, and, for ordinary purposes, sufficiently sane to + prevent suspicion of his disease. He approached the startled peasants, and + representing himself as a traveller who had lost his way in the night and + amidst the forest, begged for food and water. Though his garments were + torn, they were new and of good fashion; his voice was mild; his whole + appearance and address those of one of some station—and the French + peasant is a hospitable fellow. Cesarini refreshed and rested himself an + hour or two at the farm, and then resumed his wanderings; he offered no + money, for the rules of the asylum forbade money to its inmates,—he + had none with him; but none was expected from him, and they bade him + farewell as kindly as if he had bought their blessings. He then began to + consider where he was to take refuge, and how provide for himself; the + feeling of liberty braced, and for a time restored, his intellect. + </p> + <p> + Fortunately, he had on his person, besides some rings of trifling cost, a + watch of no inconsiderable value, the sale of which might support him, in + such obscure and humble quarter as he could alone venture to inhabit, for + several weeks, perhaps months. This thought made him cheerful and elated; + he walked lustily on, shunning the high road. The day was clear, the sun + bright, the air full of racy health. Oh, what soft raptures swelled the + heart of the wanderer, as he gazed around him! The Poet and the Freeman + alike stirred within his shattered heart! He paused to contemplate the + berries of the icy trees, to listen to the sharp glee of the blackbird; + and once—when he found beneath a hedge a cold, scentless group of + hardy violets—he laughed aloud in his joy. In that laughter there + was no madness, no danger; but when as he journeyed on, he passed through + a little hamlet, and saw the children at play upon the ground, and heard + from the open door of a cabin the sound of rustic music, then indeed he + paused abruptly; the past gathered over him: <i>he knew that which he had + been, that which he was now</i>!—an awful memory! a dread + revelation! And, covering his face with his hands, he wept aloud. In those + tears were the peril and method of madness. He woke from them to think of + his youth, his hopes, of Florence, of revenge! Lumley Lord Vargrave! + better, from that hour, to encounter the tiger in his lair than find + thyself alone with that miserable man! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0066" id="link2HCH0066"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + IT seemed the laurel chaste and stubborn oak, + And all the gentle trees on earth that grew, + It seemed the land, the sea, and heaven above, + All breathed out fancy sweet, and sighed out love. + FAIRFAX'S <i>Tasso</i>. +</pre> + <p> + AT De Montaigne's villa, Evelyn, for the first time, gathered from the + looks, the manners, of Maltravers that she was beloved. It was no longer + possible to mistake the evidences of affection. Formerly, Maltravers had + availed himself of his advantage of years and experience, and would warn, + admonish, dispute, even reprove; formerly, there had been so much of + seeming caprice, of cold distance, of sudden and wayward haughtiness, in + his bearing; but now the whole man was changed,—the Mentor had + vanished in the Lover; he held his being on her breath. Her lightest + pleasure seemed to have grown his law, no coldness ever alternated the + deep devotion of his manner; an anxious, a timid, a watchful softness + replaced all his stately self-possession. Evelyn saw that she was loved; + and she then looked into her own heart. + </p> + <p> + I have said before that Evelyn was gentle, even to <i>yieldingness</i>; + that her susceptibility made her shrink from the thought of pain to + another: and so thoroughly did she revere Maltravers, so grateful did she + feel for a love that could not but flatter pride, and raise her in her + self-esteem, that she felt it impossible that she could reject his suit. + "Then, do I love him as I dreamed I could love?" she asked herself; and + her heart gave no intelligible reply. "Yes, it must be so; in his presence + I feel a tranquil and eloquent charm; his praise delights me; his esteem + is my most high ambition;—and yet—and yet—" she sighed + and thought of Legard; "but <i>he</i> loved me not!" and she turned + restlessly from that image. "He thinks but of the world, of pleasure; + Maltravers is right,—the spoiled children of society cannot love: + why should I think of him?" + </p> + <p> + There were no guests at the villa, except Maltravers, Evelyn, and Lord and + Lady Doltimore. Evelyn was much captivated by the graceful vivacity of + Teresa, though that vivacity was not what it had been before her brother's + affliction; their children, some of whom had grown up, constituted an + amiable and intelligent family; and De Montaigne himself was agreeable and + winning, despite his sober manners and his love of philosophical dispute. + Evelyn often listened thoughtfully to Teresa's praises of her husband,—to + her account of the happiness she had known in a marriage where there had + been so great a disparity of years; Evelyn began to question the truth of + her early visions of romance. + </p> + <p> + Caroline saw the unequivocal attachment of Maltravers with the same + indifference with which she had anticipated the suit of Legard. It was the + same to her what hand delivered Evelyn and herself from the designs of + Vargrave; but Vargrave occupied nearly all her thoughts. The newspapers + had reported him as seriously ill,—at one time in great danger. He + was now recovering, but still unable to quit his room. He had written to + her once, lamenting his ill-fortune, trusting soon to be at Paris; and + touching, with evident pleasure, upon Legard's departure for Vienna, which + he had seen in the "Morning Post." But he was afar—alone, ill, + untended; and though Caroline's guilty love had been much abated by + Vargrave's icy selfishness, by absence and remorse, still she had the + heart of a woman,—and Vargrave was the only one that had ever + touched it. She felt for him, and grieved in silence; she did not dare to + utter sympathy aloud, for Doltimore had already given evidence of a + suspicious and jealous temper. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was also deeply affected by the account of her guardian's illness. + As I before said, the moment he ceased to be her lover, her childish + affection for him returned. She even permitted herself to write to him; + and a tone of melancholy depression which artfully pervaded his reply + struck her with something like remorse. He told her in the letter that he + had much to say to her relative to an investment, in conformity with her + stepfather's wishes, and he should hasten to Paris, even before the doctor + would sanction his removal. Vargrave forbore to mention what the meditated + investment was. The last public accounts of the minister had, however, + been so favourable, that his arrival might be almost daily expected; and + both Caroline and Evelyn felt relieved. + </p> + <p> + To De Montaigne, Maltravers confided his attachment, and both the + Frenchman and Teresa sanctioned and encouraged it. Evelyn enchanted them; + and they had passed that age when they could have imagined it possible + that the man they had known almost as a boy was separated by years from + the lively feelings and extreme youth of Evelyn. They could not believe + that the sentiments he had inspired were colder than those that animated + himself. + </p> + <p> + One day, Maltravers had been absent for some hours on his solitary + rambles, and De Montaigne had not yet returned from Paris, which he + visited almost daily. It was so late in the noon as almost to border on + evening, when Maltravers; on his return, entered the grounds by a gate + that separated them from an extensive wood. He saw Evelyn, Teresa, and two + of her children walking on a terrace immediately before him. He joined + them; and, somehow or other, it soon chanced that Teresa and himself + loitered behind the rest, a little out of hearing. "Ah, Mr. Maltravers," + said the former, "we miss the soft skies of Italy and the beautiful hues + of Como." + </p> + <p> + "And, for my part, I miss the youth that gave 'glory to the grass and + splendour to the flower.'" + </p> + <p> + "Nay; we are happier now, believe me,—or at least I should be, if—But + I must not think of my poor brother. Ah, if his guilt deprived you of one + who was worthy of you, it would be some comfort to his sister to think at + last that the loss was repaired. And you still have scruples?" + </p> + <p> + "Who that loves truly has not? How young, how lovely, how worthy of + lighter hearts and fairer forms than mine! Give me back the years that + have passed since we last met at Como, and I might hope!" + </p> + <p> + "And this to me who have enjoyed such happiness with one older, when we + married, by ten years than you are now!" + </p> + <p> + "But you, Teresa, were born to see life through the Claude glass." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, you provoke me with these refinements; you turn from a happiness you + have but to demand." + </p> + <p> + "Do not—do not raise my hopes too high," cried Maltravers, with + great emotion; "I have been schooling myself all day. But if I <i>am</i> + deceived!" + </p> + <p> + "Trust me, you are not. See, even now she turns round to look for you; she + loves you,—loves you as you deserve. This difference of years that + you so lament does but deepen and elevate her attachment!" + </p> + <p> + Teresa turned to Maltravers, surprised at his silence. How joyous sat his + heart upon his looks,—no gloom on his brow, no doubt in his + sparkling eyes! He was mortal, and he yielded to the delight of believing + himself beloved. He pressed Teresa's hand in silence, and, quitting her + abruptly, gained the side of Evelyn. Madame de Montaigne comprehended all + that passed within him; and as she followed, she soon contrived to detach + her children, and returned with them to the house on a whispered pretence + of seeing if their father had yet arrived. Evelyn and Maltravers continued + to walk on,—not aware, at first, that the rest of the party were not + close behind. + </p> + <p> + The sun had set; and they were in a part of the grounds which, by way of + contrast to the rest, was laid out in the English fashion; the walk wound, + serpent-like, among a profusion of evergreens irregularly planted; the + scene was shut in and bounded, except where at a distance, through an + opening of the trees, you caught the spire of a distant church, over which + glimmered, faint and fair, the smile of the evening star. + </p> + <p> + "This reminds me of home," said Evelyn, gently. + </p> + <p> + "And hereafter it will remind me of you," said Maltravers, in whispered + accents. He fixed his eyes on her as he spoke. Never had his look been so + true to his heart; never had his voice so undisguisedly expressed the + profound and passionate sentiment which had sprung up within him,—to + constitute, as he then believed, the latest bliss, or the crowning misery, + of his life! At that moment, it was a sort of instinct that told him they + were <i>alone</i>; for who has not felt—in those few and memorable + hours of life when love long suppressed overflows the fountain, and seems + to pervade the whole frame and the whole spirit—that there is a + magic around and within us that hath a keener intelligence than intellect + itself? Alone at such an hour with the one we love, the whole world + besides seems to vanish, and our feet to have entered the soil, and our + lips to have caught the air, of Fairyland. + </p> + <p> + They were alone. And why did Evelyn tremble? Why did she feel that a + crisis of existence was at hand? + </p> + <p> + "Miss Cameron—Evelyn," said Maltravers, after they had walked some + moments in silence, "hear me—and let your reason as well as your + heart reply. From the first moment we met, you became dear to me. Yes, + even when a child, your sweetness and your fortitude foretold so well what + you would be in womanhood; even then you left upon my memory a delightful + and mysterious shadow,—too prophetic of the light that now hallows + and wraps your image! We met again,—and the attraction that had + drawn me towards you years before was suddenly renewed. I love you, + Evelyn! I love you better than all words can tell! Your future fate, your + welfare, your happiness, contain and embody all the hopes left to me in + life! But our years are different, Evelyn; I have known sorrows,—and + the disappointments and the experience that have severed me from the + common world have robbed me of more than time itself hath done. They have + robbed me of that zest for the ordinary pleasures of our race,—which + may it be yours, sweet Evelyn, ever to retain! To me, the time foretold by + the Preacher as the lot of age has already arrived, when the sun and the + moon are darkened, and when, save in you and through you, I have no + pleasure in anything. Judge, if such a being you can love! Judge, if my + very confession does not revolt and chill, if it does not present to you a + gloomy and cheerless future, were it possible that you could unite your + lot to mine! Answer not from friendship or from pity; the love I feel for + you can have a reply from love alone, and from that reasoning which love, + in its enduring power, in its healthful confidence, in its prophetic + foresight, alone supplies! I can resign you without a murmur; but I could + not live with you and even fancy that you had one care I could not soothe, + though you might have happiness I could not share. And fate does not + present to me any vision so dark and terrible—no, not your loss + itself; no, not your indifference; no, not your aversion—as your + discovery, after time should make regret in vain, that you had mistaken + fancy or friendship for affection, a sentiment for love. Evelyn, I have + confided to you all,—all this wild heart, now and evermore your own. + My destiny is with you." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was silent; he took her hand, and her tears fell warm and fast upon + it. Alarmed and anxious, he drew her towards him and gazed upon her face. + </p> + <p> + "You fear to wound me," he said, with pale lips and trembling voice. + "Speak on,—I can bear all." + </p> + <p> + "No, no," said Evelyn, falteringly; "I have no fear but not to deserve + you." + </p> + <p> + "You love me, then,—you love me!" cried Maltravers wildly, and + clasping her to his heart. + </p> + <p> + The moon rose at that instant, and the wintry sward and the dark trees + were bathed in the sudden light. The time—the light—so + exquisite to all, even in loneliness and in sorrow—how divine in + such companionship! in such overflowing and ineffable sense of bliss! + There and then for the first time did Maltravers press upon that modest + and blushing cheek the kiss of Love, of Hope,—the seal of a union he + fondly hoped the grave itself could not dissolve! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0067" id="link2HCH0067"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + <i>Queen</i>. Whereon do you look? + <i>Hamlet</i>. On him, on him,—look you how pale he glares!—<i>Hamlet</i>. +</pre> + <p> + PERHAPS to Maltravers those few minutes which ensued, as they walked + slowly on, compensated for all the troubles and cares of years; for + natures like his feel joy even yet more intensely than sorrow. It might be + that the transport, the delirium of passionate and grateful thoughts that + he poured forth, when at last he could summon words, expressed feelings + the young Evelyn could not comprehend, and which less delighted than + terrified her with the new responsibility she had incurred. But love so + honest, so generous, so intense, dazzled and bewildered and carried her + whole soul away. Certainly at that hour she felt no regret—no + thought but that one in whom she had so long recognized something nobler + than is found in the common world was thus happy and thus made happy by a + word, a look from her! Such a thought is woman's dearest triumph; and one + so thoroughly unselfish, so yielding, and so soft, could not be insensible + to the rapture she had caused. + </p> + <p> + "And oh!" said Maltravers, as he clasped again and again the hand that he + believed he had won forever, "now, at length, have I learned how beautiful + is life! For this—for this I have been reserved! Heaven is merciful + to me, and the waking world is brighter than all my dreams!" + </p> + <p> + He ceased abruptly. At that instant they were once more on the terrace + where he had first joined Teresa, facing the wood, which was divided by a + slight and low palisade from the spot where they stood. He ceased + abruptly, for his eyes encountered a terrible and ominous apparition,—a + form connected with dreary associations of fate and woe. The figure had + raised itself upon a pile of firewood on the other side of the fence, and + hence it seemed almost gigantic in its stature. It gazed upon the pair + with eyes that burned with a preternatural blaze, and a voice which + Maltravers too well remembered shrieked out "Love! love! What! <i>thou</i> + love again? Where is the Dead! Ha, ha! Where is the Dead?" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn, startled by the words, looked up, and clung in speechless terror + to Maltravers. He remained rooted to the spot. + </p> + <p> + "Unhappy man," said he, at length, and soothingly, "how came you hither? + Fly not, you are with friends." + </p> + <p> + "Friends!" said the maniac, with a scornful laugh. "I know thee, Ernest + Maltravers,—I know thee: but it is not thou who hast locked me up in + darkness and in hell, side by side with the mocking fiend! Friends! ah, + but no Friends shall catch me now! I am free! I am free! Air and wave are + not more free!" And the madman laughed with horrible glee. "She is fair—fair," + he said, abruptly checking himself, and with a changed voice, "but not so + fair as the Dead. Faithless that thou art—and yet she loved <i>thee</i>! + Woe to thee! woe! Maltravers, the perfidious! Woe to thee—and + remorse—and shame!" + </p> + <p> + "Fear not, Evelyn,—fear not," whispered Maltravers, gently, and + placing her behind him; "support your courage,—nothing shall harm + you." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn, though very pale, and trembling from head to foot, retained her + senses. Maltravers advanced towards the mad man. But no sooner did the + quick eye of the last perceive the movement, than, with the fear which + belongs to that dread disease,—the fear of losing liberty,—he + turned, and with a loud cry fled into the wood. Maltravers leaped over the + fence, and pursued him some way in vain. The thick copses of the wood + snatched every trace of the fugitive from his eye. + </p> + <p> + Breathless and exhausted, Maltravers returned to the spot where he had + left Evelyn. As he reached it, he saw Teresa and her husband approaching + towards him, and Teresa's merry laugh sounded clear and musical in the + racy air. The sound appalled him; he hastened his steps to Evelyn. + </p> + <p> + "Say nothing of what we have seen to Madame de Montaigne, I beseech you," + said he; "I will explain why hereafter." + </p> + <p> + Evelyn, too overcome to speak, nodded her acquiescence. They joined the De + Montaignes, and Maltravers took the Frenchman aside. + </p> + <p> + But before he could address him, De Montaigne said,— + </p> + <p> + "Hush! do not alarm my wife—she knows nothing; but I have just heard + at Paris, that—that he has escaped—you know whom I mean?" + </p> + <p> + "I do; he is at hand; send in search of him! I have seen him. Once more I + have seen Castruccio Cesarini!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0076" id="link2H_4_0076"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK IX. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Woe, woe: all things are clear."—SOPHOCLES: Oed. Tyr. 754. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0068" id="link2HCH0068"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THE privilege that statesmen ever claim, + Who private interest never yet pursued, + But still pretended 'twas for others' good. +...... From hence on every humorous wind that veered + With shifted sails a several course you steered. + <i>Absalom and Achitophel</i>, Part ii. +</pre> + <p> + LORD VARGRAVE had for more than a fortnight remained at the inn at M——-, + too ill to be removed with safety in a season so severe. Even when at + last, by easy stages, he reached London, he was subjected to a relapse; + and his recovery was slow and gradual. Hitherto unused to sickness, he + bore his confinement with extreme impatience; and against the commands of + his physician insisted on continuing to transact his official business, + and consult with his political friends in his sick-room; for Lumley knew + well, that it is most pernicious to public men to be considered failing in + health,—turkeys are not more unfeeling to a sick brother than + politicians to an ailing statesman; they give out that his head is + touched, and see paralysis and epilepsy in every speech and every + despatch. The time, too, nearly ripe for his great schemes, made it doubly + necessary that he should exert himself, and prevent being shelved with a + plausible excuse of tender compassion for his infirmities. As soon + therefore as he learned that Legard had left Paris, he thought himself + safe for a while in that quarter, and surrendered his thoughts wholly to + his ambitious projects. Perhaps, too, with the susceptible vanity of a + middle-aged man, who has had his <i>bonnes fortunes</i>, Lumley deemed, + with Rousseau, that a lover, pale and haggard—just raised from the + bed of suffering—is more interesting to friendship than attractive + to love. He and Rousseau were, I believe, both mistaken; but that is a + matter of opinion: they both thought very coarsely of women,—one + from having no sentiment, and the other from having a sentiment that was + but a disease. At length, just as Lumley was sufficiently recovered to + quit his house, to appear at his office, and declare that his illness had + wonderfully improved his constitution, intelligence from Paris, the more + startling from being wholly unexpected, reached him. From Caroline he + learned that Maltravers had proposed to Evelyn, and been accepted. From + Maltravers himself he heard the confirmation of the news. The last letter + was short, but kind and manly. He addressed Lord Vargrave as Evelyn's + guardian; slightly alluded to the scruples he had entertained till Lord + Vargrave's suit was broken off; and feeling the subject too delicate for a + letter, expressed a desire to confer with Lumley respecting Evelyn's + wishes as to certain arrangements in her property. + </p> + <p> + And for this was it that Lumley had toiled! for this had he visited Lisle + Court! and for this had he been stricken down to the bed of pain! Was it + only to make his old rival the purchaser, if he so pleased it, of the + possessions of his own family? Lumley thought at that moment less of + Evelyn than of Lisle Court. As he woke from the stupor and the first fit + of rage into which these epistles cast him, the recollection of the story + he had heard from Mr. Onslow flashed across him. Were his suspicions true, + what a secret he would possess! How fate might yet befriend him! Not a + moment was to be lost. Weak, suffering as he still was, he ordered his + carriage, and hastened down to Mrs. Leslie. + </p> + <p> + In the interview that took place, he was careful not to alarm her into + discretion. He managed the conference with his usual consummate dexterity. + He did not appear to believe that there had been any actual connection + between Alice and the supposed Butler. He began by simply asking whether + Alice had ever, in early life, been acquainted with a person of that name, + and when residing in the neighbourhood of ——-. The change of + countenance, the surprised start of Mrs. Leslie, convinced him that his + suspicions were true. + </p> + <p> + "And why do you ask, my lord?" said the old lady. "Is it to ascertain this + point that you have done me the honour to visit me?" + </p> + <p> + "Not exactly, my dear madam," said Lumley, smiling. "But I am going to C——- + on business; and besides that I wished to give an account of your health + to Evelyn, whom I shall shortly see at Paris, I certainly did desire to + know whether it would be any gratification to Lady Vargrave, for whom I + have the deepest regard, to renew her acquaintance with the said Mr. + Butler." + </p> + <p> + "What does your lordship know of him? What is he; who is he?" + </p> + <p> + "Ah, my dear lady, you turn the tables on me, I see,—for my one + question you would give me fifty. But, seriously, before I answer you, you + must tell me whether Lady Vargrave does know a gentleman of that name; + yet, indeed, to save trouble, I may as well inform you, that I know it was + under that name that she resided at C——-, when my poor uncle + first made her acquaintance. What I ought to ask is this,—supposing + Mr. Butler be still alive, and a gentleman of character and fortune, would + it please Lady Vargrave to meet with him once more?" + </p> + <p> + "I cannot tell you," said Mrs. Leslie, sinking back in her chair, much + embarrassed. + </p> + <p> + "Enough, I shall not stir further in the matter. Glad to see you looking + so well. Fine place, beautiful trees. Any commands at C——-, or + any message for Evelyn?" + </p> + <p> + Lumley rose to depart. + </p> + <p> + "Stay," said Mrs. Leslie, recalling all the pining, restless, untiring + love that Lady Vargrave had manifested towards the lost, and feeling that + she ought not to sacrifice to slight scruples the chance of happiness for + her friend's future years,—"stay; I think this question you should + address to Lady Vargrave,—or shall I?" + </p> + <p> + "As you will,—perhaps I had better write. Good-day," and Vargrave + hurried away. + </p> + <p> + He had satisfied himself, but he had another yet to satisfy,—and + that, from certain reasons known but to himself, without bringing the + third person in contact with Lady Vargrave. On arriving at C——- + he wrote, therefore, to Lady Vargrave as follows:— + </p> + <p> + MY DEAR FRIEND,—Do not think me impertinent or intrusive—but + you know me too well for that. A gentleman of the name of Butler is + exceedingly anxious to ascertain if you once lived near ——-, + in a pretty little cottage,—Dove, or Dale, or Dell cottage (some + such appellation),—and if you remember a person of his name. Should + you care to give a reply to these queries, send me a line addressed to + London, which I shall get on my way to Paris. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Yours most truly, + + VARGRAVE. +</pre> + <p> + As soon as he had concluded, and despatched this letter, Vargrave wrote to + Mr. Winsley as follows:— + </p> + <p> + MY DEAR SIR,—I am so unwell as to be unable to call on you, or even + to see any one, however agreeable (nay, the more agreeable the more + exciting!). I hope, however, to renew our personal acquaintance before + quitting C——-. Meanwhile, oblige me with a line to say if I + did not understand you to signify that you could, if necessary, prove that + Lady Vargrave once resided in this town as Mrs. Butler, a very short time + before she married my uncle, under the name of Cameron, in Devonshire; and + had she not also at that time a little girl,—an infant, or nearly + so,—who must necessarily be the young lady who is my uncle's + heiress, Miss Evelyn Cameron. My reason for thus troubling you is obvious. + As Miss Cameron's guardian, I have very shortly to wind up certain affairs + connected with my uncle's will; and, what is more, there is some property + bequeathed by the late Mr. Butler, which may make it necessary to prove + identity. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Truly yours, + + VARGRAVE. +</pre> + <p> + The answer to the latter communication ran thus:— + </p> + <p> + "MY LORD,—I am very sorry to hear your lordship is so unwell, and + will pay my respects to-morrow. I certainly can swear that the present + Lady Vargrave was the Mrs. Butler who resided at C——-, and + taught music. And as the child with her was of the same sex, and about the + same age as Miss Cameron, there can, I should think, be no difficulty in + establishing the identity between that young lady and the child Lady + Vargrave had by her first husband, Mr. Butler; but of this, of course, I + cannot speak. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "I have the honour, etc." +</pre> + <p> + The next morning Vargrave despatched a note to Mr. Winsley, saying that + his health required him to return to town immediately,—and to town, + in fact, he hastened. The day after his arrival, he received, in a hurried + hand—strangely blurred and blotted, perhaps by tears—this + short letter:— + </p> + <p> + For Heaven's sake, tell me what you mean! Yes, yes, I did once reside at + Dale Cottage, I did know one of the name of Butler! Has <i>he</i> + discovered the name <i>I</i> bear? Where is he? I implore you to write, or + let me see you before you leave England! + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ALICE VARGRAVE. +</pre> + <p> + Lumley smiled triumphantly when he read and carefully put up this letter. + </p> + <p> + "I must now amuse and put her off—at all events for the present." + </p> + <p> + In answer to Lady Vargrave's letter, he wrote a few lines to say that he + had only heard through a third person (a lawyer) of a Mr. Butler residing + somewhere abroad, who had wished these inquiries to be made; that he + believed it only related to some disposition of property; that, <i>perhaps</i>, + the Mr. Butler who made the inquiry was heir to the Mr. Butler she had + known; that he could learn nothing else at present, as the purport of her + reply must be sent abroad,—the lawyer would or could say nothing + more; that directly he received a further communication it should be + despatched to her, that he was most affectionately and most truly hers. + </p> + <p> + The rest of that morning Vargrave devoted to Lord Saxingham and his + allies; and declaring, and believing, that he should not be long absent at + Paris, he took an early dinner, and was about once more to commit himself + to the risks of travel, when, as he crossed the hall, Mr. Douce came + hastily upon him. + </p> + <p> + "My lord—my lord—I must have a word with your l-l-lordship;—you + are going to—that is—" (and the little man looked frightened) + "you intend to—to go to—that is—ab-ab-ab—" + </p> + <p> + "Not abscond, Mr. Douce; come into the library: I am in a great hurry, but + I have always time for <i>you</i>. What's the matter?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, then, my lord,—I—I have heard nothing m-m-more from your + lordship about the pur-pur—" + </p> + <p> + "Purchase?—I am going to Paris, to settle all particulars with Miss + Cameron; tell the lawyers so." + </p> + <p> + "May—may—we draw out the money to—to—show—that—that + we are in earnest? Otherwise I fear—that is, I suspect—I mean + I know, that Colonel Maltravers will be off the bargain." + </p> + <p> + "Why, Mr. Douce, really I must just see my ward first; but you shall hear + from me in a day or two;—and the ten thousand pounds I owe you!" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, indeed, the ten—ten—ten!—my partner is very—" + </p> + <p> + "Anxious for it, no doubt! My compliments to him. God bless you!—take + care of yourself,—must be off to save the packet;" and Vargrave + hurried away, muttering, "Heaven sends money, and the devil sends duns!" + </p> + <p> + Douce gasped like a fish for breath, as his eyes followed the rapid steps + of Vargrave; and there was an angry scowl of disappointment on his small + features. Lumley, by this time, seated in his carriage, and wrapped up in + his cloak, had forgotten the creditor's existence, and whispered to his + aristocratic secretary, as he bent his head out of the carriage window, "I + have told Lord Saxingham to despatch you to me, if there is any—the + least—necessity for me in London. I leave you behind, Howard, + because your sister being at court, and your cousin with our notable + premier, you will find out every change in the wind—you understand. + And, I say, Howard, don't think I forget your kindness!—you know + that no man ever served me in vain! Oh, there's that horrid little Douce + behind you,—tell them to drive on!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0069" id="link2HCH0069"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + HEARD you that? + What prodigy of horror is disclosing?—LILLO: <i>Fatal Curiosity</i>. +</pre> + <p> + THE unhappy companion of Cesarini's flight was soon discovered and + recaptured; but all search for Cesarini himself proved ineffectual, not + only in the neighbourhood of St. Cloud, but in the surrounding country and + in Paris. The only comfort was in thinking that his watch would at least + preserve him for some time from the horrors of want; and that by the sale + of the trinket, he might be traced. The police, too, were set at work,—the + vigilant police of Paris! Still day rolled on day, and no tidings. The + secret of the escape was carefully concealed from Teresa; and public cares + were a sufficient excuse for the gloom on De Montaigne's brow. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn heard from Maltravers with mingled emotions of compassion, grief, + and awe the gloomy tale connected with the history of the maniac. She wept + for the fate of Florence; she shuddered at the curse that had fallen on + Cesarini; and perhaps Maltravers grew dearer to her from the thought that + there was so much in the memories of the past that needed a comforter and + a soother. + </p> + <p> + They returned to Paris, affianced and plighted lovers; and then it was + that Evelyn sought carefully and resolutely to banish from her mind all + recollection, all regret, of the absent Legard: she felt the solemnity of + the trust confided in her, and she resolved that no thought of hers should + ever be of a nature to gall the generous and tender spirit that had + confided its life of life to her care. The influence of Maltravers over + her increased in their new and more familiar position, and yet still it + partook too much of veneration, too little of passion; but that might be + her innocence and youth. He, at least, was sensible of no want,—she + had chosen him from the world; and fastidious as he deemed himself, he + reposed, without a doubt, on the security of her faith. None of those + presentiments which had haunted him when first betrothed to Florence + disturbed him now. The affection of one so young and so guileless seemed + to bring back to him all his own youth—we are ever young while the + young can love us! Suddenly, too, the world took to his eyes a brighter + and fairer aspect. Hope, born again, reconciled him to his career and to + his race! The more he listened to Evelyn, the more he watched every + evidence of her docile but generous nature, the more he felt assured that + he had found at last a heart suited to his own. Her beautiful serenity of + temper, cheerful, yet never fitful or unquiet, gladdened him with its + insensible contagion. To be with Evelyn was like basking in the sunshine + of some happy sky! It was an inexpressible charm to one wearied with "the + hack sights and sounds" of this jaded world,—to watch the ever-fresh + and sparkling the thoughts and fancies which came from a soul so new to + life! It enchanted one, painfully fastidious in what relates to the true + nobility of character, that, however various the themes discussed, no low + or mean thought ever sullied those beautiful lips. It was not the mere + innocence of inexperience, but the moral incapability of guile, that + charmed him in the companion he had chosen on his path to Eternity! He was + also delighted to notice Evelyn's readiness of resources: she had that + faculty, without which woman has no independence from the world, no pledge + that domestic retirement will not soon languish into wearisome monotony,—the + faculty of making trifles contribute to occupation or amusement; she was + easily pleased, and yet she so soon reconciled herself to disappointment. + He felt, and chid his own dulness for not feeling it before, that, young + and surpassingly lovely as she was, she required no stimulant from the + heated pursuits and the hollow admiration of the crowd. + </p> + <p> + "Such," thought he, "are the natures that alone can preserve through years + the poetry of the first passionate illusion, that can alone render wedlock + the seal that confirms affection, and not the mocking ceremonial that + vainly consecrates its grave!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers, as we have seen, formally wrote to Lumley some days after + their return to Paris. He would have written also to Lady Vargrave, but + Evelyn thought it best to prepare her mother by a letter from herself. + </p> + <p> + Miss Cameron now wanted but a few weeks to the age of eighteen, at which + she was to be the sole mistress of her own destiny. On arriving at that + age the marriage was to take place. Valerie heard with sincere delight of + the new engagement her friend had formed. She eagerly sought every + opportunity to increase her intimacy with Evelyn, who was completely won + by her graceful kindness; the result of Valerie's examination was, that + she did not wonder at the passionate love of Maltravers, but that her deep + knowledge of the human heart (that knowledge so remarkable in the women of + her country!) made her doubt how far it was adequately returned, how far + Evelyn deceived herself. Her first satisfaction became mingled with + anxiety, and she relied more for the future felicity of her friend on + Evelyn's purity of thought and general tenderness of heart than on the + exclusiveness and ardour of her love. Alas! few at eighteen are not too + young for the irrevocable step,—and Evelyn was younger than her + years! One evening at Madame de Ventadour's Maltravers asked Evelyn if she + had yet heard from Lady Vargrave. Evelyn expressed her surprise that she + had not, and the conversation fell, as was natural, upon Lady Vargrave + herself. "Is she as fond of music as you are?" asked Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, indeed, I think so—and of the songs of a certain person in + particular; they always had for her an indescribable charm. Often have I + heard her say that to read your writings was like talking to an early + friend. Your name and genius seemed to make her solitary connection with + the great world. Nay—but you will not be angry—I half think it + was her enthusiasm, so strange and rare, that first taught me interest in + yourself." + </p> + <p> + "I have a double reason, then, for loving your mother," said Maltravers, + much pleased and flattered. "And does she not like Italian music?" + </p> + <p> + "Not much; she prefers some rather old-fashioned German airs, very simple, + but very touching." + </p> + <p> + "My own early passion," said Maltravers, more and more interested. + </p> + <p> + "But there are also one or two English songs which I have occasionally, + but very seldom, heard her sing. One in especial affects her so deeply, + even when she plays the air, that I have always attached to it a certain + mysterious sanctity. I should not like to sing it before a crowd, but + to-morrow, when you call on me, and we are alone—" + </p> + <p> + "Ah, to-morrow I will not fail to remind you." + </p> + <p> + Their conversation ceased; yet, somehow or other, that night when he + retired to rest the recollection of it haunted Maltravers. He felt a + vague, unaccountable curiosity respecting this secluded and solitary + mother; all concerning her early fate seemed so wrapped in mystery. + Cleveland, in reply to his letter, had informed him that all inquiries + respecting the birth and first marriage of Lady Vargrave had failed. + Evelyn evidently knew but little of either, and he felt a certain delicacy + in pressing questions which might be ascribed to the inquisitiveness of a + vulgar family pride. Moreover, lovers have so much to say to each other, + that he had not time to talk at length to Evelyn about third persons. He + slept ill that night,—dark and boding dreams disturbed his slumber. + He rose late and dejected by presentiments he could not master: his + morning meal was scarcely over, and he had already taken his hat to go to + Evelyn's for comfort and sunshine, when the door opened, and he was + surprised by the entrance of Lord Vargrave. + </p> + <p> + Lumley seated himself with a formal gravity very unusual to him, and as if + anxious to waive unnecessary explanations, began as follows, with a + serious and impressive voice and aspect:— + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers, of late years we have been estranged from each other. I do + not presume to dictate to you your friendships or your dislikes. Why this + estrangement has happened you alone can determine. For my part I am + conscious of no offence; that which I was I am still. It is you who have + changed. Whether it be the difference of our political opinions, or any + other and more secret cause, I know not. I lament, but it is now too late + to attempt to remove it. If you suspect me of ever seeking, or even + wishing, to sow dissension between yourself and my ill-fated cousin, now + no more, you are mistaken. I ever sought the happiness and union of you + both. And yet, Maltravers, you then came between me and an early and + cherished dream. But I suffered in silence; my course was at least + disinterested, perhaps generous: let it pass. A second time you cross my + path,—you win from me a heart I had long learned to consider mine. + You have no scruple of early friendship, you have no forbearance towards + acknowledged and affianced ties. You are my rival with Evelyn Cameron, and + your suit has prospered." + </p> + <p> + "Vargrave," said Maltravers, "you have spoken frankly; and I will reply + with an equal candour. A difference of tastes, tempers, and opinions led + us long since into opposite paths. I am one who cannot disunite public + morality from private virtue. From motives best known to you, but which I + say openly I hold to have been those of interest or ambition, you did not + change your opinions (there is no sin in that), but retaining them in + private, professed others in public, and played with the destinies of + mankind as if they were but counters to mark a mercenary game. This led me + to examine your character with more searching eyes; and I found it one I + could no longer trust. With respect to the Dead, let the pall drop over + that early grave,—I acquit you of all blame. He who sinned has + suffered more than would atone the crime! You charge me with my love to + Evelyn. Pardon me, but I seduced no affection, I have broken no tie. Not + till she was free in heart and in hand to choose between us, did I hint at + love. Let me think that a way may be found to soften one portion at least + of the disappointment you cannot but feel acutely." + </p> + <p> + "Stay!" said Lord Vargrave (who, plunged in a gloomy revery, had scarcely + seemed to hear the last few sentences of his rival): "stay, Maltravers. + Speak not of love to Evelyn! A horrible foreboding tells me that, a few + hours hence, you would rather pluck out your tongue by the roots than + couple the words of love with the thought of that unfortunate girl! Oh, if + I were vindictive, what awful triumph would await me now! What retaliation + on your harsh judgment, your cold contempt, your momentary and wretched + victory over me! Heaven is my witness, that my only sentiment is that of + terror and woe! Maltravers, in your earliest youth, did you form + connection with one whom they called Alice Darvil?" + </p> + <p> + "Alice! merciful Heaven! what of her?" + </p> + <p> + "Did you never know that the Christian name of Evelyn's mother is Alice?" + </p> + <p> + "I never asked, I never knew; but it is a common name," faltered + Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "Listen to me," resumed Vargrave: "with Alice Darvil you lived in the + neighbourhood of ——-, did you not?" + </p> + <p> + "Go on, go on!" + </p> + <p> + "You took the name of Butler; by that name Alice Darvil was afterwards + known in the town in which my uncle resided—there are gaps in the + history that I cannot of my own knowledge fill up,—she taught music; + my uncle became enamoured of her, but he was vain and worldly. She removed + into Devonshire, and he married her there, under the name of Cameron, by + which name he hoped to conceal from the world the lowness of her origin, + and the humble calling she had followed. Hold! do not interrupt me. Alice + had one daughter, as was supposed, by a former marriage; that daughter was + the offspring of him whose name she bore—yes, of the false Butler!—that + daughter is Evelyn Cameron!" + </p> + <p> + "Liar! devil!" cried Maltravers, springing to his feet, as if a shot had + pierced his heart. "Proofs! proofs!" + </p> + <p> + "Will these suffice?" said Vargrave, as he drew forth the letters of + Winsley and Lady Vargrave. Maltravers took them, but it was some moments + before he could dare to read. He supported himself with difficulty from + falling to the ground; there was a gurgle in his throat like the sound of + the death-rattle; at last he read, and dropped the letters from his hand. + </p> + <p> + "Wait me here," he said very faintly, and moved mechanically to the door. + </p> + <p> + "Hold!" said Lord Vargrave, laying his hand upon Ernest's arm. "Listen to + me for Evelyn's sake, for her mother's. You are about to seek Evelyn,—be + it so! I know that you possess the god-like gift of self-control. You will + not suffer her to learn that her mother has done that which dishonours + alike mother and child? You will not consummate your wrong to Alice Darvil + by robbing her of the fruit of a life of penitence and remorse? You will + not unveil her shame to her own daughter? Convince yourself, and master + yourself while you do so!" + </p> + <p> + "Fear me not," said Maltravers, with a terrible smile; "I will not afflict + my conscience with a double curse. As I have sowed, so must I reap. Wait + me here!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0070" id="link2HCH0070"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +... MISERY That gathers force each moment as it rolls, + And must, at last, o'erwhelm me.—LILLO: <i>Fatal Curiosity</i>. +</pre> + <p> + MALTRAVERS found Evelyn alone; she turned towards him with her usual sweet + smile of welcome; but the smile vanished at once, as her eyes met his + changed and working countenance; cold drops stood upon the rigid and + marble brow, the lips writhed as if in bodily torture, the muscles of the + face had fallen, and there was a wildness which appalled her in the fixed + and feverish brightness of the eyes. + </p> + <p> + "You are ill, Ernest,—dear Ernest, you are ill,—your look + freezes me!" + </p> + <p> + "Nay, Evelyn," said Maltravers, recovering himself by one of those efforts + of which men who have <i>suffered without sympathy</i> are alone capable,—"nay, + I am better now; I have been ill—very ill—but I am better!" + </p> + <p> + "Ill! and I not know of it?" She attempted to take his hand as she spoke. + Maltravers recoiled. + </p> + <p> + "It is fire! it burns! Avaunt!" he cried, frantically. "O Heaven! spare + me, spare me!" + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was not seriously alarmed; she gazed on him with the tenderest + compassion. Was this one of those moody and overwhelming paroxysms to + which it had been whispered abroad that he was subject? Strange as it may + seem, despite her terror, he was dearer to her in that hour—as she + believed, of gloom and darkness—than in all the glory of his + majestic intellect, or all the blandishments of his soft address. + </p> + <p> + "What has happened to you?" she said, approaching him again; "have you + seen Lord Vargrave? I know that he has arrived, for his servant has been + here to say so; has he uttered anything to distress you? or has—" + (she added falteringly and timidly)—"has poor Evelyn offended you? + Speak to me,—only speak!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers turned, and his face was now calm and serene save by its + extreme and almost ghastly paleness, no trace of the hell within him could + be discovered. + </p> + <p> + "Pardon me," said he, gently, "I know not this morning what I say or do; + think not of it, think not of me,—it will pass away when I hear your + voice." + </p> + <p> + "Shall I sing to you the words I spoke of last night? See, I have them + ready; I know them by heart, but I thought you might like to read them, + they are so full of simple but deep feeling." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers took the song from her hands, and bent over the paper; at + first, the letters seemed dim and indistinct, for there was a mist before + his eyes; but at last a chord of memory was struck,—he recalled the + words: they were some of those he had composed for Alice in the first days + of their delicious intercourse,—links of the golden chain, in which + he had sought to bind the spirit of knowledge to that of love. + </p> + <p> + "And from whom," said he, in a faint voice, as he calmly put down the + verses,—"from whom did your mother learn these words?" + </p> + <p> + "I know not; some dear friend, years ago, composed and gave them to her. + It must have been one very dear to her, to judge by the effect they still + produce." + </p> + <p> + "Think you," said Maltravers, in a hollow voice, "think you IT WAS YOUR + FATHER?" + </p> + <p> + "My father! She never speaks of him! I have been early taught to shun all + allusion to his memory. My father!—it is probable; yes, it may have + been my father; whom else could she have loved so fondly?" + </p> + <p> + There was a long silence; Evelyn was the first to break it. + </p> + <p> + "I have heard from my mother to-day, Ernest; her letter alarms me,—I + scarce know why!" + </p> + <p> + "Ah! and how—" + </p> + <p> + "It is hurried and incoherent,—almost wild: she says she has learned + some intelligence that has unsettled and unstrung her mind; she has + requested me to inquire if any one I am acquainted with has heard of, or + met abroad, some person of the name of Butler. You start!—have you + known one of that name?" + </p> + <p> + "I!—did your mother never allude to that name before?" + </p> + <p> + "Never!—and yet, once I remember—" + </p> + <p> + "What?" + </p> + <p> + "That I was reading an account in the papers of the sudden death of some + Mr. Butler; and her agitation made a powerful and strange impression upon + me,—in fact, she fainted, and seemed almost delirious when she + recovered; she would not rest till I had completed the account, and when I + came to the particulars of his age, etc. (he was old, I think) she clasped + her hands, and wept; but they seemed tears of joy. The name is so common—whom + of that name have you known?" + </p> + <p> + "It is no matter. Is that your mother's letter; is that her handwriting?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes;" and Evelyn gave the letter to Maltravers. He glanced over the + characters; he had once or twice seen Lady Vargrave's handwriting before, + and had recognized no likeness between that handwriting and such early + specimens of Alice's art as he had witnessed so many years ago; but now, + "trifles light as air" had grown "confirmation strong as proof of Holy + Writ,"—he thought he detected Alice in every line of the hurried and + blotted scroll; and when his eye rested on the words, "Your affectionate + MOTHER, <i>Alice</i>!" his blood curdled in his veins. + </p> + <p> + "It is strange!" said he, still struggling for self-composure; "strange + that I never thought of asking her name before! Alice! her name is Alice?" + </p> + <p> + "A sweet name, is it not? It accords so well with her simple character—how + you would love her!" + </p> + <p> + As she said this, Evelyn turned to Maltravers with enthusiasm, and again + she was startled by his aspect; for again it was haggard, distorted, and + convulsed. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, if you love me," she cried, "do send immediately for advice! And yet; + is it illness, Ernest, or is it some grief that you hide from me?" + </p> + <p> + "It is illness, Evelyn," said Maltravers, rising: and his knees knocked + together. "I am not fit even for your companionship,—I will go + home." + </p> + <p> + "And send instantly for advice?" + </p> + <p> + "Ay; it waits me there already." + </p> + <p> + "Thank Heaven! and you will write to me one little word—to relieve + me? I am so uneasy!" + </p> + <p> + "I will write to you." + </p> + <p> + "This evening?" + </p> + <p> + "Ay!" + </p> + <p> + "Now go,—I will not detain you." + </p> + <p> + He walked slowly to the door, but when he reached it he turned, and + catching her anxious gaze, he opened his arms; overpowered with strange + fear and affectionate sympathy, she burst into passionate tears; and + surprised out of the timidity and reserve which had hitherto characterized + her pure and meek attachment to him, she fell on his breast, and sobbed + aloud. Maltravers raised his hands, and, placing them solemnly on her + young head, his lips muttered as if in prayer. He paused, and strained her + to his heart; but he shunned that parting kiss, which, hitherto, he had so + fondly sought. That embrace was one of agony, and not of rapture; and yet + Evelyn dreamed not that he designed it for the last! + </p> + <p> + Maltravers re-entered the room in which he had left Lord Vargrave, who + still awaited his return. + </p> + <p> + He walked up to Lumley, and held out his hand. "You have saved me from a + dreadful crime,—from an everlasting remorse. I thank you!" + </p> + <p> + Hardened and frigid as his nature was, Lumley was touched; the movement of + Maltravers took him by surprise. "It has been a dreadful duty, Ernest," + said he, pressing the hand he held; "but to come, too, from <i>me</i>,—your + rival!" + </p> + <p> + "Proceed, proceed, I pray you; explain all this—yet explanation! + what do I want to know? Evelyn is my daughter,—Alice's child! For + Heaven's sake, give me hope; say it is not so; say that she is Alice's + child, but not <i>mine</i>! Father! father!—and they call it a holy + name—it is a horrible one!" + </p> + <p> + "Compose yourself, my dear friend: recollect what you have escaped! You + will recover this shock. Time, travel—" + </p> + <p> + "Peace, man,—peace! Now then I am calm! When Alice left me she had + no child. I knew not that she bore within her the pledge of our ill-omened + and erring love. Verily, the sins of my youth have arisen against me; and + the curse has come home to roost!" + </p> + <p> + "I cannot explain to you all details." + </p> + <p> + "But why not have told me of this? Why not have warned me; why not have + said to me, when my heart could have been satisfied by so sweet a tie, + 'Thou hast a daughter: thou art not desolate'? Why reserve the knowledge + of the blessing until it has turned to poison? Fiend that you are! you + have waited this hour to gloat over the agony from which a word from you a + year, nay, a month ago—a little month ago—might have saved me + and her!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers, as he spoke, approached Vargrave, with eyes sparkling with + fierce passion, his hand clenched, his form dilated, the veins on his + forehead swelled like cords. Lumley, brave as he was, recoiled. + </p> + <p> + "I knew not of this secret," said he, deprecatingly, "till a few days + before I came hither; and I came hither at once to disclose it to you. + Will you listen to me? I knew that my uncle had married a person much + beneath him in rank; but he was guarded and cautious, and I knew no more, + except that by a first husband that lady had one daughter,—Evelyn. A + chain of accidents suddenly acquainted me with the rest." + </p> + <p> + Here Vargrave pretty faithfully repeated what he had learned from the + brewer at C——-, and from Mr. Onslow; but when he came to the + tacit confirmation of all his suspicions received from Mrs. Leslie, he + greatly exaggerated and greatly distorted the account. "Judge, then," + concluded Lumley, "of the horror with which I heard that you had declared + an attachment to Evelyn, and that it was returned. Ill as I was, I + hastened hither: you know the rest. Are you satisfied?" + </p> + <p> + "I will go to Alice! I will learn from her own lips—yet, how can I + meet her again? How say to her, 'I have taken from thee thy last hope,—I + have broken thy child's heart'?" + </p> + <p> + "Forgive me, but I should confess to you, that, from all I can learn from + Mrs. Leslie, Lady Vargrave has but one prayer, one hope in life,—that + she may never again meet with her betrayer. You may, indeed, in her own + letter perceive how much she is terrified by the thought of your + discovering her. She has, at length, recovered peace of mind and + tranquillity of conscience. She shrinks with dread from the prospect of + ever again encountering one once so dear, now associated in her mind with + recollections of guilt and sorrow. More than this, she is sensitively + alive to the fear of shame, to the dread of detection. If ever her + daughter were to know her sin, it would be to her as a death-blow. Yet in + her nervous state of health, her ever-quick and uncontrollable feelings, + if you were to meet her, she would disguise nothing, conceal nothing. The + veil would be torn aside: the menials in her own house would tell the + tale, and curiosity circulate, and scandal blacken the story of her early + errors. No, Maltravers, at least wait awhile before you see her; wait till + her mind can be prepared for such an interview, till precautions can be + taken, till you yourself are in a calmer state of mind." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers fixed his piercing eyes on Lumley while he thus spoke, and + listened in deep attention. + </p> + <p> + "It matters not," said he, after a long pause, "whether these be your real + reasons for wishing to defer or prevent a meeting between Alice and + myself. The affliction that has come upon me bursts with too clear and + scorching a blaze of light for me to see any chance of escape or + mitigation. Even if Evelyn were the daughter of Alice by another, she + would be forever separated from me. The mother and the child! there is a + kind of incest even in that thought! But such an alleviation of my anguish + is forbidden to my reason. No, poor Alice, I will not disturb the repose + thou hast won at last! Thou shalt never have the grief to know that our + error has brought upon thy lover so black a doom! All is over! the world + never shall find me again. Nothing is left for me but the desert and the + grave!" + </p> + <p> + "Speak not so, Ernest," said Lord Vargrave, soothingly; "a little while, + and you will recover this blow: your control over passion has, even in + youth, inspired me with admiration and surprise; and now, in calmer years, + and with such incentives to self-mastery, your triumph will come sooner + than you think. Evelyn, too, is so young; she has not known you long; + perhaps her love, after all, is that caused by some mystic, but innocent + working of nature, and she would rejoice to call you 'father.' Happy years + are yet in store for you." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers did not listen to these vain and hollow consolations. With his + head drooping on his bosom, his whole form unnerved, the large tears + rolling unheeded down his cheeks, he seemed the very picture of a + broken-hearted man, whom fate never again could raise from despair. He, + who had, for years, so cased himself in pride, on whose very front was + engraved the victory over passion and misfortune, whose step had trod the + earth in the royalty of the conqueror; the veriest slave that crawls bore + not a spirit more humbled, fallen, or subdued! He who had looked with + haughty eyes on the infirmities of others, who had disdained to serve his + race because of their human follies and partial frailties,—<i>he</i>, + even <i>he</i>, the Pharisee of Genius,—had but escaped by a chance, + and by the hand of the man he suspected and despised, from a crime at + which nature herself recoils,—which all law, social and divine, + stigmatizes as inexpiable, which the sternest imagination of the very + heathen had invented as the gloomiest catastrophe that can befall the + wisdom and the pride of mortals! But one step farther, and the fabulous + Oedipus had not been more accursed! + </p> + <p> + Such thoughts as these, unformed, confused, but strong enough to bow him + to the dust, passed through the mind of this wretched man. He had been + familiar with grief, he had been dull to enjoyment; sad and bitter + memories had consumed his manhood: but pride had been left him still; and + he had dared in his secret heart to say, "I can defy Fate!" Now the bolt + had fallen; Pride was shattered into fragments, Self-abasement was his + companion, Shame sat upon his prostrate soul. The Future had no hope left + in store. Nothing was left for him but to die! + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave gazed at him in real pain, in sincere compassion; for his + nature, wily, deceitful, perfidious though it was, had cruelty only so far + as was necessary to the unrelenting execution of his schemes. No pity + could swerve him from a purpose; but he had enough of the man within him + to feel pity not the less, even for his own victim! At length Maltravers + lifted his head, and waved his hand gently to Lord Vargrave. + </p> + <p> + "All is now explained," said he, in a feeble voice; "our interview is + over. I must be alone; I have yet to collect my reason, to commune calmly + and deliberately with myself; I have to write to her—to invent, to + lie,—I, who believed I could never, never utter, even to an enemy, + what was false! And I must not soften the blow to her. I must not utter a + word of love,—love, it is incest! I must endeavour brutally to crush + out the very affection I created! She must hate me!—oh, <i>teach</i> + her to hate me! Blacken my name, traduce my motives,—let her believe + them levity or perfidy, what you will. So will she forget me the sooner; + so will she the easier bear the sorrow which the father brings upon the + child. And <i>she</i> has not sinned! O Heaven, the sin was mine! Let my + punishment be a sacrifice that Thou wilt accept for her!" + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave attempted again to console; but this time the words died + upon his lips. His arts failed him. Maltravers turned impatiently away and + pointed to the door. + </p> + <p> + "I will see you again," said he, "before I quit Paris; leave your address + below." + </p> + <p> + Vargrave was not, perhaps, unwilling to terminate a scene so painful: he + muttered a few incoherent words, and abruptly withdrew. He heard the door + locked behind him as he departed. Ernest Maltravers was alone!—what + a solitude! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0071" id="link2HCH0071"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + PITY me not, but lend thy serious hearing + To what I shall unfold.—<i>Hamlet</i>. +</pre> + <p> + LETTER FROM ERNEST MALTRAVERS TO EVELYN CAMERON. EVELYN! + </p> + <p> + All that you have read of faithlessness and perfidy will seem tame to you + when compared with that conduct which you are doomed to meet from me. We + must part, and for ever. We have seen each other for the last time. It is + bootless even to ask the cause. Believe that I am fickle, false, + heartless,—that a whim has changed me, if you will. My resolve is + unalterable. We meet no more even as friends. I do not ask you either to + forgive or to remember me. Look on me as one wholly unworthy even of + resentment! Do not think that I write this in madness or in fever or + excitement. Judge me not by my seeming illness this morning. I invent no + excuse, no extenuation, for my broken faith and perjured vows. Calmly, + coldly, and deliberately I write; and thus writing, I renounce your love. + </p> + <p> + This language is wanton cruelty,—it is fiendish insult,—is it + not, Evelyn? Am I not a villain? Are you not grateful for your escape? Do + you not look on the past with a shudder at the precipice on which you + stood? + </p> + <p> + I have done with this subject,—I turn to another. We are parted, + Evelyn, and forever. Do not fancy,—I repeat, do not fancy that there + is any error, any strange infatuation on my mind, that there is any + possibility that the sentence can be annulled. It were almost easier to + call the dead from the grave than bring us again together, as we were and + as we hoped to be. Now that you are convinced of that truth, learn, as + soon as you have recovered the first shock of knowing how much wickedness + there is on earth,—learn to turn to the future for happier and more + suitable ties than those you could have formed with me. You are very + young; in youth our first impressions are lively but evanescent,—you + will wonder hereafter at having fancied you loved me. Another and a fairer + image will replace mine. This is what I desire and pray for. <i>As soon as + I learn that you love another, that you are wedded to another, I will + re-appear in the world; till then, I am a wanderer and an exile. Your hand + alone can efface from my brow the brand of Cain!</i> When I am gone, Lord + Vargrave will probably renew his suit. I would rather you married one of + your own years,—one whom you could love fondly, one who would chase + away every remembrance of the wretch who now forsakes you. But perhaps I + have mistaken Lord Vargrave's character; perhaps he may be worthier of you + than I deemed (<i>I</i> who set up for the censor of other men!); perhaps + he may both win and deserve your affection. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn, farewell! God, who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, will watch + over you! + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ERNEST MALTRAVERS. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0072" id="link2HCH0072"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + OUR acts our angels are, or good or ill, + The fatal shadows that walk by us still.—JOHN FLETCHER. +</pre> + <p> + THE next morning came; the carriage was at the door of Maltravers, to bear + him away he cared not whither. Where could he fly from memory? He had just + despatched the letter to Evelyn,—a letter studiously written for the + object of destroying all the affection to which he had so fondly looked as + the last charm of life. He was now only waiting for Vargrave, to whom he + had sent, and who hastened to obey the summons. + </p> + <p> + When Lumley arrived, he was shocked at the alteration which a single night + had effected in the appearance of Maltravers; but he was surprised and + relieved to find him calm and self-possessed. + </p> + <p> + "Vargrave," said Maltravers, "whatever our past coldness, henceforth I owe + to you an eternal gratitude; and henceforth this awful secret makes + between us an indissoluble bond. If I have understood you rightly, neither + Alice nor other living being than yourself know that in me, Ernest + Maltravers, stands the guilty object of Alice's first love. Let that + secret still be kept; relieve Alice's mind from the apprehension of + learning that the man who betrayed her yet lives: he will not live long! I + leave time and method of explanation to your own judgment and acuteness. + Now for Evelyn." Here Maltravers stated generally the tone of the letter + he had written. Vargrave listened thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + "Maltravers," said he, "it is right to try first the effect of your + letter. But if it fail, if it only serve to inflame the imagination and + excite the interest, if Evelyn still continue to love you, if that love + preys upon her, if it should undermine health and spirit, if it should + destroy her?" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers groaned. Lumley proceeded: "I say this not to wound you, but to + provide against all circumstances. I too have spent the night in revolving + what is best to be done in such a case; and this is the plan I have + formed. Let us, if need be, tell the truth to Evelyn, robbing the truth + only of its shame. Nay, nay, listen. Why not say that under a borrowed + name and in the romance of early youth you knew and loved Alice (though in + innocence and honour)? Your tender age, the difference of rank, forbade + your union. Her father, discovering your clandestine correspondence, + suddenly removed her from the country, and destroyed all clew for your + inquiries. You lost sight of each other,—each was taught to believe + the other dead. Alice was compelled by her father to marry Mr. Cameron; + and after his death, her poverty and her love for her only child induced + her to accept my uncle. You have now learned all,—have learned that + Evelyn is the daughter of your first love, the daughter of one who adores + you still, and whose life your remembrance has for so many years + embittered. Evelyn herself will at once comprehend all the scruples of a + delicate mind; Evelyn herself will recoil from the thought of making the + child the rival to the mother. She will understand why you have flown from + her; she will sympathize with your struggles; she will recall the constant + melancholy of Alice; she will hope that the ancient love may be renewed, + and efface all grief; Generosity and Duty alike will urge her to conquer + her own affection! And hereafter, when time has restored you both, father + and child may meet with such sentiments as father and child may own!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers was silent for some minutes; at length he said abruptly, "And + you really loved her, Vargrave,—you love her still? Your dearest + care must be her welfare." + </p> + <p> + "It is! indeed, it is!" + </p> + <p> + "Then I must trust to your discretion; I can have no other confidant; I + myself am not fit to judge. My mind is darkened—you may be right—I + think so." + </p> + <p> + "One word more,—she may discredit my tale, if unsupported. Will you + write one line to me to say that I am authorized to reveal the secret, and + that it is known only to me? I will not use it unless I should think it + absolutely required." + </p> + <p> + Hastily and mechanically Maltravers wrote a few words to the effect of + what Lumley had suggested. "I will inform you," he said to Vargrave as he + gave him the paper, "of whatever spot may become my asylum; and you can + communicate to me all that I dread and long to hear; but let no man know + the refuge of despair!" + </p> + <p> + There was positively a tear in Vargrave's cold eye,—the only tear + that had glistened there for many years; he paused irresolute, then + advanced, again halted, muttered to himself, and turned aside. + </p> + <p> + "As for the world," Lumley resumed, after a pause, "your engagement has + been public,—some public account of its breach must be invented. You + have always been considered a proud man; we will say that it was low birth + on the side of both mother and father (the last only just discovered) that + broke off the alliance!" + </p> + <p> + Vargrave was talking to the deaf; what cared Maltravers for the world? He + hastened from the room, threw himself into his carriage, and Vargrave was + left to plot, to hope, and to aspire. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0082" id="link2H_4_0082"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK X. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "A dream!"—HOMER, I, 3. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0073" id="link2HCH0073"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + QUALIS ubi in lucem coluber +... Mala gramina pastus.*—VIRGIL. + + Pars minima est ipsa puella sui.**—OVID. + + * "As when a snake glides into light, having fed on pernicious + pastures." + + ** "The girl is the least part of himself." +</pre> + <p> + IT would be superfluous, and, perhaps, a sickening task, to detail at + length the mode and manner in which Vargrave coiled his snares round the + unfortunate girl whom his destiny had marked out for his prey. He was + right in foreseeing that, after the first amazement caused by the letter + of Maltravers, Evelyn would feel resentment crushed beneath her certainty + of his affection her incredulity at his self-accusations, and her secret + conviction that some reverse, some misfortune he was unwilling she should + share, was the occasion of his farewell and flight. Vargrave therefore + very soon communicated to Evelyn the tale he had suggested to Maltravers. + He reminded her of the habitual sorrow, the evidence of which was so + visible in Lady Vargrave; of her indifference to the pleasures of the + world; of her sensitive shrinking from all recurrence to her early fate. + "The secret of this," said he, "is in a youthful and most fervent + attachment; your mother loved a young stranger above her in rank, who (his + head being full of German romance) was then roaming about the country on + pedestrian and adventurous excursions, under the assumed name of Butler. + By him she was most ardently beloved in return. Her father, perhaps, + suspected the rank of her lover, and was fearful of her honour being + compromised. He was a strange man, that father! and I know not his real + character and motives; but he suddenly withdrew his daughter from the suit + and search of her lover,—they saw each other no more; her lover + mourned her as one dead. In process of time your mother was constrained by + her father to marry Mr. Cameron, and was left a widow with an only child,—yourself: + she was poor;—very poor! and her love and anxiety for you at last + induced her to listen to the addresses of my late uncle; for your sake she + married again; again death dissolved the tie! But still, unceasingly and + faithfully, she recalled that first love, the memory of which darkened and + embittered all her life, and still she lived upon the hope to meet with + the lost again. At last, and most recently, it was my fate to discover + that the object of this unconquerable affection lived,—was still + free in hand if not in heart: you behold the lover of your mother in + Ernest Maltravers! It devolved on me (an invidious—a reluctant duty) + to inform Maltravers of the identity of Lady Vargrave with the Alice of + his boyish passion; to prove to him her suffering, patient, unsubdued + affection; to convince him that the sole hope left to her in life was that + of one day or other beholding him once again. You know Maltravers,—his + high-wrought, sensitive, noble character; he recoiled in terror from the + thought of making his love to the daughter the last and bitterest + affliction to the mother he had so loved; knowing too how completely that + mother had entwined herself round your affections, he shuddered at the + pain and self-reproach that would be yours when you should discover to + whom you had been the rival, and whose the fond hopes and dreams that your + fatal beauty had destroyed. Tortured, despairing, and half beside himself, + he has fled from this ill-omened passion, and in solitude he now seeks to + subdue that passion. Touched by the woe, the grief, of the Alice of his + youth, it is his intention, as soon as he can know you restored to + happiness and content, to hasten to your mother, and offer his future + devotion as the fulfilment of former vows. On you, and you alone, it + depends to restore Maltravers to the world,—on you alone it depends + to bless the remaining years of the mother who so dearly loves you!" + </p> + <p> + It may be easily conceived with what sensations of wonder, compassion, and + dismay, Evelyn listened to this tale, the progress of which her + exclamations, her sobs, often interrupted. She would write instantly to + her mother, to Maltravers. Oh, how gladly she would relinquish his suit: + How cheerfully promise to rejoice in that desertion which brought + happiness to the mother she had so loved! + </p> + <p> + "Nay," said Vargrave, "your mother must not know, till the intelligence + can be breathed by his lips, and softened by his protestations of + returning affection, that the mysterious object of her early romance is + that Maltravers whose vows have been so lately offered to her own child. + Would not such intelligence shock all pride, and destroy all hope? How + could she then consent to the sacrifice which Maltravers is prepared to + make? No! not till you are another's—not (to use the words of + Maltravers) till you are a happy and beloved wife—must your mother + receive the returning homage of Maltravers; not till then can she know + where that homage has been recently rendered; not till then can Maltravers + feel justified in the atonement he meditates. He is willing to sacrifice + himself; he trembles at the thought of sacrificing you! Say nothing to + your mother, till from her own lips she tells you that she has learned + all." + </p> + <p> + Could Evelyn hesitate; could Evelyn doubt? To allay the fears, to fulfil + the prayers of the man whose conduct appeared so generous, to restore him + to peace and the world; above all, to pluck from the heart of that beloved + and gentle mother the rankling dart, to shed happiness over her fate, to + reunite her with the loved and lost,—what sacrifice too great for + this? + </p> + <p> + Ah, why was Legard absent? Why did she believe him capricious, light, and + false? Why had she shut her softest thoughts from her soul? But he—the + true lover—was afar, and his true love unknown! and Vargrave, the + watchful serpent, was at hand. + </p> + <p> + In a fatal hour, and in the transport of that enthusiasm which inspires + alike our more rash and our more sublime deeds, which makes us alike dupes + and martyrs,—the enthusiasm that tramples upon self, that forfeits + all things to a high-wrought zeal for others, Evelyn consented to become + the wife of Vargrave! Nor was she at first sensible of the sacrifice,—sensible + of anything but the glow of a noble spirit and an approving conscience. + Yes, thus, and thus alone, did she obey both duties,—that, which she + had well-nigh abandoned, to her dead benefactor, and that to the living + mother. Afterwards came a dread reaction; and then, at last, that passive + and sleep-like resignation, which is Despair under a milder name. Yes,—such + a lot had been predestined from the first; in vain had she sought to fly + it: Fate had overtaken her, and she must submit to the decree! + </p> + <p> + She was most anxious that the intelligence of the new bond might be + transmitted instantly to Maltravers. Vargrave promised, but took care not + to perform. He was too acute not to know that in so sudden a step Evelyn's + motives would be apparent, and his own suit indelicate and ungenerous. He + was desirous that Maltravers should learn nothing till the vows had been + spoken, and the indissoluble chain forged. Afraid to leave Evelyn, even + for a day, afraid to trust her in England to an interview with her mother,—he + remained at Paris, and hurried on all the requisite preparations. He sent + to Douce, who came in person, with the deeds necessary for the transfer of + the money for the purchase of Lisle Court, which was now to be immediately + completed. The money was to be lodged in Mr. Douce's bank till the lawyers + had completed their operations; and in a few weeks, when Evelyn had + attained the allotted age, Vargrave trusted to see himself lord alike of + the betrothed bride, and the hereditary lands of the crushed Maltravers. + He refrained from stating to Evelyn who was the present proprietor of the + estate to become hers; he foresaw all the objections she would form;—and, + indeed, she was unable to think, to talk, of such matters. One favour she + had asked, and it had been granted,—that she was to be left + unmolested to her solitude till the fatal day. Shut up in her lonely room, + condemned not to confide her thoughts, to seek for sympathy even in her + mother,—the poor girl in vain endeavoured to keep up to the tenor of + her first enthusiasm, and reconcile herself to a step, which, however, she + was heroine enough not to retract or to repent, even while she recoiled + from its contemplation. + </p> + <p> + Lady Doltimore, amazed at what had passed,—at the flight of + Maltravers, the success of Lumley,—unable to account for it, to + extort explanation from Vargrave or from Evelyn, was distracted by the + fear of some villanous deceit which she could not fathom. To escape + herself she plunged yet more eagerly into the gay vortex. Vargrave, + suspicious, and fearful of trusting to what she might say in her nervous + and excited temper if removed from his watchful eye, deemed himself + compelled to hover round her. His manner, his conduct, were most guarded; + but Caroline herself, jealous, irritated, unsettled, evinced at times a + right both to familiarity and anger, which drew upon her and himself the + sly vigilance of slander. Meanwhile Lord Doltimore, though too cold and + proud openly to notice what passed around him, seemed disturbed and + anxious. His manner to Vargrave was distant; he shunned all <i>tete-a-tetes</i> + with his wife. Little, however, of this did Lumley heed. A few weeks more, + and all would be well and safe. Vargrave did not publish his engagement + with Evelyn: he sought carefully to conceal it till the very day was near + at hand; but it was whispered abroad; some laughed, some believed. Evelyn + herself was seen nowhere. De Montaigne had, at first, been indignantly + incredulous at the report that Maltravers had broken off a connection he + had so desired from a motive so weak and unworthy as that of mere family + pride. A letter from Maltravers, who confided to him and Vargrave alone + the secret of his retreat, reluctantly convinced him that the wise are but + pompous fools; he was angry and disgusted; and still more so when Valerie + and Teresa (for female friends stand by us right or wrong) hinted at + excuses, or surmised that other causes lurked behind the one alleged. But + his thoughts were much drawn from this subject by increasing anxiety for + Cesarini, whose abode and fate still remained an alarming mystery. + </p> + <p> + It so happened that Lord Doltimore, who had always had a taste for the + antique, and who was greatly displeased with his own family-seat because + it was comfortable and modern, fell, from <i>ennui</i>, into a habit, + fashionable enough in Paris, of buying curiosities and cabinets,—high-back + chairs and oak-carvings; and with this habit returned the desire and the + affection for Burleigh. Understanding from Lumley that Maltravers had + probably left his native land forever, he imagined it extremely probable + that the latter would now consent to the sale, and he begged Vargrave to + forward a letter from him to that effect. + </p> + <p> + Vargrave made some excuse, for he felt that nothing could be more + indelicate than such an application forwarded through his hands at such a + time; and Doltimore, who had accidentally heard De Montaigne confess that + he knew the address of Maltravers, quietly sent his letter to the + Frenchman, and, without mentioning its contents, begged him to forward it. + De Montaigne did so. Now it is very strange how slight men and slight + incidents bear on the great events of life; but that simple letter was + instrumental to a new revolution in the strange history of Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0074" id="link2HCH0074"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + QUID frustra simulacra fugacia captas?— + Quod petis est nusquam.*—OVID: <i>Met.</i> iii. 432. + + * "Why, in vain, do you catch at fleeting shadows? + That which you seek is nowhere." +</pre> + <p> + TO no clime dedicated to the indulgence of majestic griefs or to the soft + melancholy of regret—not to thy glaciers, or thy dark-blue lakes, + beautiful Switzerland, mother of many exiles; nor to thy fairer earth and + gentler heaven, sweet Italy,—fled the agonized Maltravers. Once, in + his wanderings, he had chanced to pass by a landscape so steeped in sullen + and desolate gloom, that it had made a powerful and uneffaced impression + upon his mind: it was amidst those swamps and morasses that formerly + surrounded the castle of Gil de Retz, the ambitious Lord, the dreaded + Necromancer, who perished at the stake, after a career of such power and + splendour as seemed almost to justify the dark belief in his preternatural + agencies.* + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * See, for description of this scenery, and the fate of De Retz, + the high-wrought and glowing romance by Mr. Ritchie called + "The Magician." +</pre> + <p> + Here, in a lonely and wretched inn, remote from other habitations, + Maltravers fixed himself. In gentler griefs there is a sort of luxury in + bodily discomfort; in his inexorable and unmitigated anguish, bodily + discomfort was not felt. There is a kind of magnetism in extreme woe, by + which the body itself seems laid asleep, and knows no distinction between + the bed of Damiens and the rose-couch of the Sybarite. He left his + carriage and servants at a post-house some miles distant. He came to this + dreary abode alone; and in that wintry season, and that most disconsolate + scene, his gloomy soul found something congenial, something that did not + mock him, in the frowns of the haggard and dismal Nature. Vain would it be + to describe what he then felt, what he then endured. Suffice it that, + through all, the diviner strength of man was not wholly crushed, and that + daily, nightly, hourly, he prayed to the Great Comforter to assist him in + wrestling against a guilty love. No man struggles so honestly, so ardently + as he did, utterly in vain; for in us all, if we would but cherish it, + there is a spirit that must rise at last—a crowned, if bleeding + conqueror—over Fate and all the Demons! + </p> + <p> + One day after a prolonged silence from Vargrave, whose letters all + breathed comfort and assurance in Evelyn's progressive recovery of spirit + and hope, his messenger returned from the post-town with a letter in the + hand of De Montaigne. It contained, in a blank envelope (De Montaigne's + silence told him how much he had lost in the esteem of his friend), the + communication of Lord Doltimore. It ran thus:— + </p> + <p> + MY DEAR SIR,—As I hear that your plans are likely to make you a long + resident on the Continent, may I again inquire if you would be induced to + dispose of Burleigh? I am willing to give more than its real value, and + would raise a mortgage on my own property sufficient to pay off, at once, + the whole purchase-money. Perhaps you may be the more induced to the sale + from the circumstance of having an example in the head of your family, + Colonel Maltravers, as I learn through Lord Vargrave, having resolved to + dispose of Lisle Court. Waiting your answer, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I am, dear Sir, truly yours, + + DOLTIMORE. +</pre> + <p> + "Ay," said Maltravers, bitterly, crushing the letter in his hand, "let our + name be blotted out from the land, and our hearths pass to the stranger. + How could I ever visit the place where I first saw <i>her</i>?" + </p> + <p> + He resolved at once,—he would write to England, and place the matter + in the hands of agents. This was but a short-lived diversion to his + thoughts, and their cloudy darkness soon gathered round him again. + </p> + <p> + What I am now about to relate may appear, to a hasty criticism, to savour + of the Supernatural; but it is easily accounted for by ordinary agencies, + and it is strictly to the letter of the truth. + </p> + <p> + In his sleep that night a dream appeared to Maltravers. He thought he was + alone in the old library at Burleigh, and gazing on the portrait of his + mother; as he so gazed, he fancied that a cold and awful tremor seized + upon him, that he in vain endeavoured to withdraw his eyes from the canvas—his + sight was chained there by an irresistible spell. Then it seemed to him + that the portrait gradually changed,—the features the same, but the + bloom vanished into a white and ghastly hue; the colours of the dress + faded, their fashion grew more large and flowing, but heavy and rigid as + if cut in stone,—the robes of the grave. But on the face there was a + soft and melancholy smile, that took from its livid aspect the natural + horror; the lips moved, and, it seemed as if without a sound, the released + soul spoke to that which the earth yet owned. + </p> + <p> + "Return," it said, "to thy native land, and thine own home. Leave not the + last relic of her who bore and yet watches over thee to stranger hands. + Thy good Angel shall meet thee at thy hearth!" + </p> + <p> + The voice ceased. With a violent effort Maltravers broke the spell that + had forbidden his utterance. He called aloud, and the dream vanished: he + was broad awake, his hair erect, the cold dews on his brow. The pallet, + rather than bed on which he lay, was opposite to the window, and the + wintry moonlight streamed wan and spectral into the cheerless room. But + between himself and the light there seemed to stand a shape, a shadow, + that into which the portrait had changed in his dream,—that which + had accosted and chilled his soul. He sprang forward, "My mother! even in + the grave canst thou bless thy wretched son! Oh, leave me not—say + that thou—" The delusion vanished, and Maltravers fell back + insensible. + </p> + <p> + It was long in vain, when, in the healthful light of day, he revolved this + memorable dream, that Maltravers sought to convince himself that dreams + need no ministers from heaven or hell to bring the gliding falsehoods + along the paths of sleep; that the effect of that dream itself, on his + shattered nerves, his excited fancy, was the real and sole raiser of the + spectre he had thought to behold on waking. Long was it before his + judgment could gain the victory, and reason disown the empire of a + turbulent imagination; and even when at length reluctantly convinced, the + dream still haunted him, and he could not shake it from his breast. He + longed anxiously for the next night; it came, but it brought neither + dreams nor sleep, and the rain beat, and the winds howled, against the + casement. Another night, and the moon was again bright; and he fell into a + deep sleep; no vision disturbed or hallowed it. He woke ashamed of his own + expectation. But the event, such as it was, by giving a new turn to his + thoughts, had roused and relieved his spirit, and misery sat upon him with + a lighter load. Perhaps, too, to that still haunting recollection was + mainly owing a change in his former purpose. He would still sell the old + Hall; but he would first return, and remove that holy portrait, with pious + hands; he would garner up and save all that had belonged to her whose + death had been his birth. Ah, never had she known for what trials the + infant had been reserved! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0075" id="link2HCH0075"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THE weary hours steal on + And flaky darkness breaks.—<i>Richard III.</i> +</pre> + <p> + ONCE more, suddenly and unlooked for, the lord of Burleigh appeared at the + gates of his deserted hall! and again the old housekeeper and her + satellites were thrown into dismay and consternation. Amidst blank and + welcomeless faces, Maltravers passed into his study: and as soon as the + logs burned and the bustle was over, and he was left alone, he took up the + light and passed into the adjoining library. It was then about nine + o'clock in the evening; the air of the room felt damp and chill, and the + light but faintly struggled against the mournful gloom of the dark + book-lined walls and sombre tapestry. He placed the candle on the table, + and drawing aside the curtain that veiled the portrait, gazed with deep + emotion, not unmixed with awe, upon the beautiful face whose eyes seemed + fixed upon him with mournful sweetness. There is something mystical about + those painted ghosts of ourselves, that survive our very dust! Who, gazing + upon them long and wistfully, does not half fancy that they seem not + insensible to his gaze, as if we looked our own life into them, and the + eyes that followed us where we moved were animated by a stranger art than + the mere trick of the limner's colours? + </p> + <p> + With folded arms, rapt and motionless, Maltravers contemplated the form + that, by the upward rays of the flickering light, seemed to bend down + towards the desolate son. How had he ever loved the memory of his mother! + how often in his childish years had he stolen away, and shed wild tears + for the loss of that dearest of earthly ties, never to be compensated, + never to be replaced! How had he respected, how sympathized with the very + repugnance which his father had at first testified towards him, as the + innocent cause of her untimely death! He had never seen her,—never + felt her passionate kiss; and yet it seemed to him, as he gazed, as if he + had known her for years. That strange kind of inner and spiritual memory + which often recalls to us places and persons we have never seen before, + and which Platonists would resolve to the unquenched and struggling + consciousness of a former life, stirred within him, and seemed to whisper, + "You were united in the old time." "Yes!" he said, half aloud, "we will + never part again. Blessed be the delusion of the dream that recalled to my + heart the remembrance of thee, which, at least, I can cherish without a + sin. 'My good angel shall meet me at my hearth!' so didst thou say in the + solemn vision. Ah, does thy soul watch over me still? How long shall it be + before the barrier is broken! how long before we meet, but not in dreams!" + </p> + <p> + The door opened, the housekeeper looked in. "I beg pardon, sir, but I + thought your honour would excuse the liberty, though I know it is very + bold to—" + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter? What do you want?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, sir, poor Mrs. Elton is dying,—they say she cannot get over + the night; and as the carriage drove by the cottage window, the nurse told + her that the squire was returned; and she has sent up the nurse to entreat + to see your honour before she dies. I am sure I was most loth to disturb + you, sir, with such a message; and says I, the squire has only just come + off a journey—" + </p> + <p> + "Who is Mrs. Elton?" + </p> + <p> + "Don't your honour remember the poor woman that was run over, and you were + so good to, and brought into the house the day Miss Cameron—" + </p> + <p> + "I remember,—say I will be with her in a few minutes. About to die!" + muttered Maltravers; "she is to be envied,—the prisoner is let + loose, the bark leaves the desert isle!" + </p> + <p> + He took his hat and walked across the park, dimly lighted by the stars, to + the cottage of the sufferer. He reached her bedside, and took her hand + kindly. She seemed to rally at the sight of him; the nurse was dismissed, + they were left alone. Before morning, the spirit had left that humble + clay; and the mists of dawn were heavy on the grass as Maltravers returned + home. There were then on his countenance the traces of recent and strong + emotion, and his step was elastic, and his cheek flushed. Hope once more + broke within him, but mingled with doubt, and faintly combated by reason. + In another hour Maltravers was on his way to Brook-Green. Impatient, + restless, fevered, he urged on the horses, he sowed the road with gold; + and at length the wheels stopped before the door of the village inn. He + descended, asked the way to the curate's house; and crossing the + burial-ground, and passing under the shadow of the old yew-tree, entered + Aubrey's garden. The curate was at home, and the conference that ensued + was of deep and breathless interest to the visitor. + </p> + <p> + It is now time to place before the reader, in due order and connection, + the incidents of that story, the knowledge of which, at that period, broke + in detached and fragmentary portions on Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0076" id="link2HCH0076"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + I CANNA chuse, but ever will + Be luving to thy father still, + Whaireir he gae, whaireir he ryde, + My luve with him maun still abyde; + In weil or wae, whaireir he gae, + Mine heart can neir depart him frae. + Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament. +</pre> + <p> + IT may be remembered that in the earlier part of this continuation of the + history of Maltravers it was stated that Aubrey had in early life met with + the common lot of a disappointed affection. Eleanor Westbrook, a young + woman of his own humble rank, had won, and seemed to return, his love; but + of that love she was not worthy. Vain, volatile, and ambitious, she + forsook the poor student for a more brilliant marriage. She accepted the + hand of a merchant, who was caught by her beauty, and who had the + reputation of great wealth. They settled in London, and Aubrey lost all + traces of her. She gave birth to an only daughter: and when that child had + attained her fourteenth year, her husband suddenly, and seemingly without + cause, put an end to his existence. The cause, however, was apparent + before he was laid in his grave. He was involved far beyond his fortune,—he + had died to escape beggary and a jail. A small annuity, not exceeding one + hundred pounds, had been secured on the widow. On this income she retired + with her child into the country; and chance, the vicinity of some distant + connections, and the cheapness of the place, concurred to fix her + residence in the outskirts of the town of C——-. Characters + that in youth have been most volatile and most worldly, often when bowed + down and dejected by the adversity which they are not fitted to encounter, + become the most morbidly devout; they ever require an excitement, and when + earth denies, they seek it impatiently from heaven. + </p> + <p> + This was the case with Mrs. Westbrook; and this new turn of mind brought + her naturally into contact with the principal saint of the neighbourhood, + Mr. Richard Templeton. We have seen that that gentleman was not happy in + his first marriage; death had not then annulled the bond. He was of an + ardent and sensual temperament, and quietly, under the broad cloak of his + doctrines, he indulged his constitutional tendencies. Perhaps in this + respect he was not worse than nine men out of ten. But then he professed + to be better than nine hundred thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine men + out of a million! To a fault of temperament was added the craft of + hypocrisy, and the vulgar error became a dangerous vice. Upon Mary + Westbrook, the widow's daughter, he gazed with eyes that were far from + being the eyes of the spirit. Even at the age of fourteen she charmed him; + but when, after watching her ripening beauty expand, three years were + added to that age, Mr. Templeton was most deeply in love. Mary was indeed + lovely,—her disposition naturally good and gentle, but her education + worse than neglected. To the frivolities and meannesses of a second-rate + fashion, inculcated into her till her father's death, had now succeeded + the quackeries, the slavish subservience, the intolerant bigotries, of a + transcendental superstition. In a change so abrupt and violent, the whole + character of the poor girl was shaken; her principles unsettled, vague, + and unformed, and naturally of mediocre and even feeble intellect, she + clung to the first plank held out to her in "that wide sea of wax" in + which "she halted." Early taught to place the most implicit faith in the + dictates of Mr. Templeton, fastening her belief round him as the vine + winds its tendrils round the oak, yielding to his ascendency, and pleased + with his fostering and almost caressing manner, no confessor in Papal + Italy ever was more dangerous to village virtue than Richard Templeton + (who deemed himself the archetype of the only pure Protestantism) to the + morals and heart of Mary Westbrook. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Westbrook, whose constitution had been prematurely broken by long + participation in the excesses of London dissipation and by the reverse of + fortune which still preyed upon a spirit it had rather soured than + humbled, died when Mary was eighteen. Templeton became the sole friend, + comforter, and supporter of the daughter. + </p> + <p> + In an evil hour (let us trust not from premeditated villany),—an + hour when the heart of one was softened by grief and gratitude, and the + conscience of the other laid asleep by passion, the virtue of Mary + Westbrook was betrayed. Her sorrow and remorse, his own fears of detection + and awakened self-reproach, occasioned Templeton the most anxious and + poignant regret. There had been a young woman in Mrs. Westbrook's service, + who had left it a short time before the widow died, in consequence of her + marriage. Her husband ill-used her; and glad to escape from him and prove + her gratitude to her employer's daughter, of whom she had been extremely + fond, she had returned to Miss Westbrook after the funeral of her mother. + The name of this woman was Sarah Miles. Templeton saw that Sarah more than + suspected his connection with Mary; it was necessary to make a confidant,—he + selected her. Miss Westbrook was removed to a distant part of the country, + and Templeton visited her cautiously and rarely. Four months afterwards, + Mrs. Templeton died, and the husband was free to repair his wrong. Oh, how + he then repented of what had passed! but four months' delay, and all this + sin and sorrow might have been saved! He was now racked with perplexity + and doubt: his unfortunate victim was advanced in her pregnancy. It was + necessary, if he wished his child to be legitimate—still more if he + wished to preserve the honour of its mother—that he should not + hesitate long in the reparation to which duty and conscience urged him. + But on the other hand, he, the saint, the oracle, the immaculate example + for all forms, proprieties, and decorums, to scandalize the world by so + rapid and premature a hymen— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears + Had left the flushing in his galled eyes, + To marry." +</pre> + <p> + No! he could not brave the sneer of the gossips, the triumph of his foes, + the dejection of his disciples, by so rank and rash a folly. But still + Mary pined so, he feared for her health—for his own unborn + offspring. There was a middle path,—a compromise between duty and + the world; he grasped at it as most men similarly situated would have + done,—they were married, but privately, and under feigned names: the + secret was kept close. Sarah Miles was the only witness acquainted with + the real condition and names of the parties. + </p> + <p> + Reconciled to herself, the bride recovered health and spirits, Templeton + formed the most sanguine hopes. He resolved, as soon as the confinement + was over, to go abroad; Mary should follow; in a foreign land they should + be publicly married; they would remain some years on the Continent; when + he returned, his child's age could be put back a year. Oh, nothing could + be more clear and easy! + </p> + <p> + Death shivered into atoms all the plans of Mr. Templeton. Mary suffered + most severely in childbirth, and died a few weeks afterwards. Templeton at + first was inconsolable, but worldly thoughts were great comforters. He had + done all that conscience could do to atone a sin, and he was freed from a + most embarrassing dilemma, and from a temporary banishment utterly + uncongenial and unpalatable to his habits and ideas. But now he had a + child,—a legitimate child, successor to his name, his wealth; a + first-born child,—the only one ever sprung from him, the prop and + hope of advancing years! On this child he doted with all that paternal + passion which the hardest and coldest men often feel the most for their + own flesh and blood—for fatherly love is sometimes but a transfer of + self-love from one fund to another. + </p> + <p> + Yet this child—this darling that he longed to show to the whole + world—it was absolutely necessary, for the present, that he should + conceal and disown. It had happened that Sarah's husband died of his own + excesses a few weeks before the birth of Templeton's child, she having + herself just recovered from her confinement; Sarah was therefore free + forever from her husband's vigilance and control. To her care the destined + heiress was committed, and her own child put out to nurse. And this was + the woman and this the child who had excited so much benevolent curiosity + in the breasts of the worthy clergyman and the three old maids of C——-.* + Alarmed at Sarah's account of the scrutiny of the parson, and at his own + rencontre with that hawk-eyed pastor, Templeton lost no time in changing + the abode of the nurse; and to her new residence had the banker bent his + way, with rod and angle, on that evening which witnessed his adventure + with Luke Darvil.** When Mr. Templeton first met Alice, his own child was + only about thirteen or fourteen months old,—but little older than + Alice's. If the beauty of Mrs. Leslie's <i>protege</i> first excited his + coarser nature, her maternal tenderness, her anxious care for her little + one, struck a congenial chord in the father's heart. It connected him with + her by a mute and unceasing sympathy. Templeton had felt so deeply the + alarm and pain of illicit love, he had been (as he profanely believed) + saved from the brink of public shame by so signal an interference of + grace, that he resolved no more to hazard his good name and his peace of + mind upon such perilous rocks. The dearest desire at his heart was to have + his daughter under his roof,—to fondle, to play with her, to watch + her growth, to win her affection. This, at present, seemed impossible. But + if he were to marry,—marry a widow, to whom he might confide all, or + a portion, of the truth; if that child could be passed off as hers—ah, + that was the best plan! And Templeton wanted a wife! Years were creeping + on him, and the day would come when a wife would be useful as a nurse. But + Alice was supposed to be a widow; and Alice was so meek, so docile, so + motherly. If she could be induced to remove from C——-, either + part with her own child or call it her niece,—and adopt his. Such, + from time to time, were Templeton's thoughts, as he visited Alice, and + found, with every visit, fresh evidence of her tender and beautiful + disposition; such the objects which, in the First Part of this work, we + intimated were different from those of mere admiration for her beauty.*** + But again, worldly doubts and fears—the dislike of so unsuitable an + alliance, the worse than lowness of Alice's origin, the dread of discovery + for her early error—held him back, wavering and irresolute. To say + truth, too, her innocence and purity of thought kept him at a certain + distance. He was acute enough to see that he—even he, the great + Richard Templeton—might be refused by the faithful Alice. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * See "Ernest Maltravers," book iv., p. 164. + + ** "Ernest Maltravers," book iv., p. 181. + + *** "Our banker always seemed more struck by Alice's moral + feelings than even by her physical beauty. Her love for her + child, for instance, impressed him powerfully," etc. "His + feelings altogether for Alice, the designs he entertained + towards her, were of a very complicated nature, and it will + be long, perhaps, before the reader can thoroughly comprehend + them."—See "Ernest Maltravers," book iv., p. 178. +</pre> + <p> + At last Darvil was dead; he breathed more freely, he revolved more + seriously his projects; and at this time, Sarah, wooed by her first lover, + wished to marry again; his secret would pass from her breast to her second + husband's, and thence how far would it travel? Added to this, Sarah's + conscience grew uneasy; the brand ought to be effaced from the memory of + the dead mother, the legitimacy of the child proclaimed; she became + importunate, she wearied and she alarmed the pious man. He therefore + resolved to rid himself of the only witness to his marriage whose + testimony he had cause to fear,—of the presence of the only one + acquainted with his sin and the real name of the husband of Mary + Westbrook. He consented to Sarah's marriage with William Elton, and + offered a liberal dowry on the condition that she should yield to the wish + of Elton himself, an adventurous young man, who desired to try his + fortunes in the New World. His daughter he must remove elsewhere. + </p> + <p> + While this was going on, Alice's child, long delicate and drooping, became + seriously ill. Symptoms of decline appeared; the physician recommended a + milder air, and Devonshire was suggested. Nothing could equal the + generous, the fatherly kindness which Templeton evinced on this most + painful occasion. He insisted on providing Alice with the means to + undertake the journey with ease and comfort; and poor Alice, with a heart + heavy with gratitude and sorrow, consented for her child's sake to all he + offered. + </p> + <p> + Now the banker began to perceive that all his hopes and wishes were in + good train. He foresaw that the child of Alice was doomed!—that was + one obstacle out of the way. Alice herself was to be removed from the + sphere of her humble calling. In a distant county she might appear of + better station, and under another name. Conformably to these views, he + suggested to her that, in proportion to the seeming wealth and + respectability of patients, did doctors attend to their complaints. He + proposed that Alice should depart privately to a town many miles off; that + there he would provide for her a carriage, and engage a servant; that he + would do this for her as for a relation, and that she should take that + relation's name. To this, Alice rapt in her child, and submissive to all + that might be for the child's benefit, passively consented. It was + arranged then as proposed, and under the name of Cameron, which, as at + once a common yet a well-sounding name, occurred to his invention, Alice + departed with her sick charge and a female attendant (who knew nothing of + her previous calling or story), on the road to Devonshire. Templeton + himself resolved to follow her thither in a few days; and it was fixed + that they should meet at Exeter. + </p> + <p> + It was on this melancholy journey that occurred that memorable day when + Alice once more beheld Maltravers; and, as she believed, uttering the vows + of love to another.* The indisposition of her child had delayed her some + hours at the inn: the poor sufferer had fallen asleep; and Alice had + stolen from its couch for a little while, when her eyes rested on the + father. Oh, how then she longed, she burned to tell him of the new + sanctity, that, by a human life, had been added to their early love! And + when, crushed and sick at heart, she turned away, and believed herself + forgotten and replaced, it was the pride of the mother rather than of the + mistress that supported her. She, meek creature, felt not the injury to + herself; but <i>his</i> child,—the sufferer, perhaps the dying one,—<i>there</i>, + <i>there</i> was the wrong! No! she would not hazard the chance of a cold—great + Heaven! perchance an <i>incredulous</i>—look upon the hushed, pale + face above. But little time was left for thought, for explanation, for + discovery. She saw him—unconscious of the ties so near, and thus + lost—depart as a stranger from the spot; and henceforth was gone the + sweet hope of living for the future. Nothing was left her but the pledge + of that which had been. Mournful, despondent, half broken-hearted, she + resumed her journey. At Exeter she was joined, as agreed, by Mr. + Templeton; and with him came a fair, a blooming, and healthful girl to + contrast her own drooping charge. Though but a few weeks older, you would + have supposed the little stranger by a year the senior of Alice's child: + the one was so well grown, so advanced; the other so backward, so nipped + in the sickly bud. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * See "Ernest Maltravers," book v., p. 221. +</pre> + <p> + "You can repay me for all, for more than I have done; more than I ever can + do for you and yours," said Templeton, "by taking this young stranger also + under your care. It is the child of one dear, most dear to me; an orphan; + I know not with whom else to place it. Let it for the present be supposed + your own,—the elder child." + </p> + <p> + Alice could refuse nothing to her benefactor; but her heart did not open + at first to the beautiful girl, whose sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks + mocked the languid looks and faded hues of her own darling. But the + sufferer seemed to hail a playmate; it smiled, it put forth its poor, thin + hands; it uttered its inarticulate cry of pleasure, and Alice burst into + tears, and clasped them <i>both</i> to her heart. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Templeton took care not to rest under the same roof with her he now + seriously intended to make his wife; but he followed Alice to the seaside, + and visited her daily. Her infant rallied; it was tenacious of the upper + air; it clung to life so fondly; poor child, it could not foresee what a + bitter thing to some of us life is! And now it was that Templeton, + learning from Alice her adventure with her absent lover, learning that all + hope in that quarter was gone, seized the occasion, and pressed his suit. + Alice at the hour was overflowing with gratitude; in her child's reviving + looks she read all her obligations to her benefactor. But still, at the + word <i>love</i>, at the name of <i>marriage</i>, her heart recoiled; and + the lost, the faithless, came back to his fatal throne. In choked and + broken accents, she startled the banker with the refusal—the + faltering, tearful, but resolute refusal—of his suit. + </p> + <p> + But Templeton brought new engines to work: he wooed her through her child; + he painted all the brilliant prospects that would open to the infant by + her marriage with him. He would cherish, rear, provide for it as his own. + This shook her resolves; but this did not prevail. He had recourse to a + more generous appeal: he told her so much of his history with Mary + Westbrook as commenced with his hasty and indecorous marriage,—attributing + the haste to love! made her comprehend his scruples in owning the child of + a union the world would be certain to ridicule or condemn; he expatiated + on the inestimable blessings she could afford him, by delivering him from + all embarrassment, and restoring his daughter, though under a borrowed + name, to her father's roof. At this Alice mused; at this she seemed + irresolute. She had long seen how inexpressibly dear to Templeton was the + child confided to her care; how he grew pale if the slightest ailment + reached her; how he chafed at the very wind if it visited her cheek too + roughly; and she now said to him simply,— + </p> + <p> + "Is your child, in truth, your dearest object in life? Is it with her, and + her alone, that your dearest hopes are connected?" + </p> + <p> + "It is,—it is indeed!" said the banker, honestly surprised out of + his gallantry; "at least," he added, recovering his self-possession, "as + much so as is compatible with my affection for you." + </p> + <p> + "And only if I marry you, and adopt her as my own, do you think that your + secret may be safely kept, and all your wishes with respect to her be + fulfilled?" + </p> + <p> + "Only so." + </p> + <p> + "And for that reason, chiefly, nay entirely, you condescend to forget what + I have been, and seek my hand? Well, if that were all, I owe you too much; + my poor babe tells me too loudly what I owe you to draw back from anything + that can give you so blessed an enjoyment. Ah, one's child! one's own + child, under one's own roof, it <i>is</i> such a blessing! But then, if I + marry you, it can be only to secure to you that object; to be as a mother + to your child; but wife only in name to you! I am not so lost as to + despise myself. I know now, though I knew it not at first, that I have + been guilty; nothing can excuse that guilt but fidelity to <i>him</i>! Oh, + yes! I never, never can be unfaithful to my babe's father! As for all + else, dispose of me as you will." And Alice, who from very innocence had + uttered all this without a blush, now clasped her hands passionately, and + left Templeton speechless with mortification and surprise. + </p> + <p> + When he recovered himself, he affected not to understand her; but Alice + was not satisfied, and all further conversation ceased. He began slowly, + and at last, and after repeated conferences and urgings, to comprehend how + strange and stubborn in some points was the humble creature whom his + proposals so highly honoured. Though his daughter was indeed his first + object in life; though for her he was willing to make a <i>mesalliance</i>, + the extent of which it would be incumbent on him studiously to conceal,—yet + still, the beauty of Alice awoke an earthlier sentiment that he was not + disposed to conquer. He was quite willing to make promises, and talk + generously; but when it came to an oath,—a solemn, a binding oath—and + this Alice rigidly exacted,—he was startled, and drew back. Though + hypocritical, he was, as we have before said, a most sincere believer. He + might creep through a promise with unbruised conscience; but he was not + one who could have dared to violate an oath, and lay the load of perjury + on his soul. Perhaps, after all, the union never would have taken place, + but Templeton fell ill; that soft and relaxing air did not agree with him; + a low but dangerous fever seized him, and the worldly man trembled at the + aspect of Death. It was in this illness that Alice nursed him with a + daughter's vigilance and care; and when at length he recovered, impressed + with her zeal and kindness, softened by illness, afraid of the approach of + solitary age,—and feeling more than ever his duties to his + motherless child, he threw himself at Alice's feet, and solemnly vowed all + that she required. + </p> + <p> + It was during this residence in Devonshire, and especially during his + illness, that Templeton made and cultivated the acquaintance of Mr. + Aubrey. The good clergyman prayed with him by his sick-bed; and when + Templeton's danger was at its height, he sought to relieve his conscience + by a confession of his wrongs to Mary Westbrook. The name startled Aubrey; + and when he learned that the lovely child who had so often sat on his + knee, and smiled in his face, was the granddaughter of his first and only + love, he had a new interest in her welfare, a new reason to urge Templeton + to reparation, a new motive to desire to procure for the infant years of + Eleanor's grandchild the gentle care of the young mother, whose own + bereavement he sorrowfully foretold. Perhaps the advice and exhortations + of Aubrey went far towards assisting the conscience of Mr. Templeton, and + reconciling him to the sacrifice he made to his affection for his + daughter. Be that as it may, he married Alice, and Aubrey solemnized and + blessed the chill and barren union. + </p> + <p> + But now came a new and inexpressible affliction; the child of Alice had + rallied but for a time. The dread disease had but dallied with its prey; + it came on with rapid and sudden force; and within a month from the day + that saw Alice the bride of Templeton, the last hope was gone, and the + mother was bereft and childless! + </p> + <p> + The blow that stunned Alice was not, after the first natural shock of + sympathy, an unwelcome event to the banker. Now <i>his</i> child would be + Alice's sole care; now there could be no gossip, no suspicion why, in life + and after death, he should prefer one child, supposed not his own, to the + other. + </p> + <p> + He hastened to remove Alice from the scene of her affliction. He dismissed + the solitary attendant who had accompanied her on her journey; he bore his + wife to London, and finally settled, as we have seen, at a villa in its + vicinity. And there, more and more, day by day, centred his love upon the + supposed daughter of Mrs. Templeton, his darling and his heiress, the + beautiful Evelyn Cameron. + </p> + <p> + For the first year or two, Templeton evinced some alarming disposition to + escape from the oath he had imposed upon himself; but on the slightest + hint there was a sternness in the wife, in all else so respectful, so + submissive, that repressed and awed him. She even threatened—and at + one time was with difficulty prevented carrying the threat into effect—to + leave his roof forever, if there were the slightest question of the + sanctity of his vow. Templeton trembled; such a separation would excite + gossip, curiosity, scandal, a noise in the world, public talk, possible + discovery. Besides, Alice was necessary to Evelyn, necessary to his own + comfort; something to scold in health, something to rely upon in illness. + Gradually then, but sullenly, he reconciled himself to his lot; and as + years and infirmities grew upon him, he was contented at least to have + secured a faithful friend and an anxious nurse. Still a marriage of this + sort was not blessed: Templeton's vanity was wounded; his temper, always + harsh, was soured; he avenged his affront by a thousand petty tyrannies; + and, without a murmur, Alice perhaps in those years of rank and opulence + suffered more than in all her wanderings, with love at her heart and her + infant in her arms. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was to be the heiress to the wealth of the banker. But the <i>title</i> + of the new peer!—if he could unite wealth and title, and set the + coronet on that young brow! This had led him to seek the alliance with + Lumley. And on his death-bed, it was not the secret of Alice, but that of + Mary Westbrook and his daughter, which he had revealed to his dismayed and + astonished nephew, in excuse for the apparently unjust alienation of his + property, and as the cause of the alliance he had sought. + </p> + <p> + While her husband, if husband he might be called, lived, Alice had seemed + to bury in her bosom her regret—deep, mighty, passionate, as it was—for + her lost child, the child of the unforgotten lover, to whom, through such + trials, and amid such new ties, she had been faithful from first to last. + But when once more free, her heart flew back to the far and lowly grave. + Hence her yearly visits to Brook-Green; hence her purchase of the cottage, + hallowed by memories of the dead. There, on that lawn, had she borne forth + the fragile form, to breathe the soft noontide air; there, in that + chamber, had she watched and hoped, and prayed and despaired; there, in + that quiet burial-ground, rested the beloved dust! But Alice, even in her + holiest feelings, was not selfish: she forbore to gratify the first wish + of her heart till Evelyn's education was sufficiently advanced to enable + her to quit the neighbourhood; and then, to the delight of Aubrey (who saw + in Evelyn a fairer, and nobler, and purer Eleanor), she came to the + solitary spot, which, in all the earth, was the <i>least</i> solitary to + her! + </p> + <p> + And now the image of the lover of her youth—which during her + marriage she had <i>sought</i>, at least, to banish—returned to her, + and at times inspired her with the only hopes that the grave had not yet + transferred to heaven! In relating her tale to Aubrey or in conversing + with Mrs. Leslie, whose friendship she still maintained, she found that + both concurred in thinking that this obscure and wandering Butler, so + skilled in an art in which eminence in man is generally professional, must + be of mediocre or perhaps humble station. Ah! now that she was free and + rich, if she were to meet him again, and his love was not all gone, and he + would believe in <i>her</i> strange and constant truth; now, <i>his</i> + infidelity could be forgiven,—forgotten in the benefits it might be + hers to bestow! And how, poor Alice, in that remote village, was chance to + throw him in your way? She knew not: but something often whispered to her, + "Again you shall meet those eyes; again you shall hear that voice; and you + shall tell him, weeping on his breast, how you loved his child!" And would + he not have forgotten her; would he not have formed new ties?—could + he read the loveliness of unchangeable affection in that pale and pensive + face! Alas, when we love intensely, it is difficult to make us fancy that + there is no love in return! + </p> + <p> + The reader is acquainted with the adventures of Mrs. Elton, the sole + confidant of the secret union of Templeton and Evelyn's mother. By a + singular fatality, it was the selfish and characteristic recklessness of + Vargrave that had, in fixing her home at Burleigh, ministered to the + revelation of his own villanous deceit. On returning to England she had + inquired for Mr. Templeton; she had learned that he had married again, had + been raised to the peerage under the title of Lord Vargrave, and was + gathered to his fathers. She had no claim on his widow or his family. But + the unfortunate child who should have inherited his property, she could + only suppose her dead. + </p> + <p> + When she first saw Evelyn, she was startled by her likeness to her + unfortunate mother. But the unfamiliar name of Cameron, the intelligence + received from Maltravers that Evelyn's mother still lived, dispelled her + suspicions; and though at times the resemblance haunted her, she doubted + and inquired no more. In fact, her own infirmities grew upon her, and pain + usurped her thoughts. + </p> + <p> + Now it so happened that the news of the engagement of Maltravers to Miss + Cameron became known to the county but a little time before he arrived,—for + news travels slow from the Continent to our provinces,—and, of + course, excited all the comment of the villagers. Her nurse repeated the + tale to Mrs. Elton, who instantly remembered the name, and recalled the + resemblance of Miss Cameron to the unfortunate Mary Westbrook. + </p> + <p> + "And," said the gossiping nurse, "she was engaged, they say, to a great + lord, and gave him up for the squire,—a great lord in the court, who + had been staying at Parson Merton's, Lord Vargrave!" + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave!" exclaimed Mrs. Elton, remembering the title to which Mr. + Templeton had been raised. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; they do say as how the late lord left Miss Cameron all his money—such + a heap of it—though she was not his child, over the head of his + nevy, the present lord, on the understanding like that they were to be + married when she came of age. But she would not take to him after she had + seen the squire. And, to be sure, the squire is the finest-looking + gentleman in the county." + </p> + <p> + "Stop! stop!" said Mrs. Elton, feebly; "the late lord left all his fortune + to Miss Cameron,—not his child! I guess the riddle! I understand it + all! my foster-child!" she murmured, turning away; "how could I have + mistaken that likeness?" + </p> + <p> + The agitation of the discovery she supposed she had made, her joy at the + thought that the child she had loved as her own was alive and possessed of + its rights, expedited the progress of Mrs. Elton's disease; and Maltravers + arrived just in time to learn her confession (which she naturally wished + to make to one who was at once her benefactor, and supposed to be the + destined husband of her foster-child), and to be agitated with hope, with + joy, at her solemn conviction of the truth of her surmises. If Evelyn were + not his daughter—even if not to be his bride—what a weight + from his soul! He hastened to Brook-Green; and dreading to rush at once to + the presence of Alice, he recalled Aubrey to his recollection. In the + interview he sought, all, or at least much, was cleared up. He saw at once + the premeditated and well-planned villany of Vargrave. And Alice, her tale—her + sufferings—her indomitable love!—how should he meet <i>her</i>? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0077" id="link2HCH0077"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + YET once more, O ye laurels! and once more, + Ye myrtles!—LYCIDAS. +</pre> + <p> + WHILE Maltravers was yet agitated and excited by the disclosures of the + curate, to whom, as a matter of course, he had divulged his own identity + with the mysterious Butler, Aubrey, turning his eyes to the casement, saw + the form of Lady Vargrave slowly approaching towards the house. + </p> + <p> + "Will you withdraw to the inner room?" said he; "she is coming; you are + not yet prepared to meet her!—nay, would it be well?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, yes; I am prepared. We must be alone. I will await her here." + </p> + <p> + "But—" + </p> + <p> + "Nay, I implore you!" + </p> + <p> + The curate, without another word, retired into the inner apartment, and + Maltravers sinking in a chair breathlessly awaited the entrance of Lady + Vargrave. He soon heard the light step without; the door, which opened at + once on the old-fashioned parlour, was gently unclosed, and Lady Vargrave + was in the room! In the position he had taken, only the outline of + Ernest's form was seen by Alice, and the daylight came dim through the + cottage casement; and seeing some one seated in the curate's accustomed + chair, she could but believe that it was Aubrey himself. + </p> + <p> + "Do not let me interrupt you," said that sweet, low voice, whose music had + been dumb for so many years to Maltravers, "but I have a letter from + France, from a stranger. It alarms me so; it is about Evelyn;" and, as if + to imply that she meditated a longer visit than ordinary, Lady Vargrave + removed her bonnet, and placed it on the table. Surprised that the curate + had not answered, had not come forward to welcome her, she then + approached; Maltravers rose, and they stood before each other face to + face. And how lovely still was Alice! lovelier he thought even than of + old! And those eyes, so divinely blue, so dovelike and soft, yet with some + spiritual and unfathomable mystery in their clear depth, were once more + fixed upon him. Alice seemed turned to stone; she moved not, she spoke + not, she scarcely breathed; she gazed spellbound, as if her senses—as + if life itself—had deserted her. + </p> + <p> + "Alice!" murmured Maltravers,—"Alice, we meet at last!" + </p> + <p> + His voice restored memory, consciousness, youth, at once to her! She + uttered a loud cry of unspeakable joy, of rapture! She sprang forward—reserve, + fear, time, change, all forgotten; she threw herself into his arms, she + clasped him to her heart again and again!—the faithful dog that has + found its master expresses not his transport more uncontrollably, more + wildly. It was something fearful—the excess of her ecstasy! She + kissed his hands, his clothes; she laughed, she wept; and at last, as + words came, she laid her head on his breast, and said passionately, "I + have been true to thee! I have been true to thee!—or this hour would + have killed me!" Then, as if alarmed by his silence, she looked up into + his face, and as his burning tears fell upon her cheek, she said again and + with more hurried vehemence, "I <i>have</i> been faithful,—do you + not believe me?" + </p> + <p> + "I do, I do, noble, unequalled Alice! Why, why were you so long lost to + me? Why now does your love so shame my own?" + </p> + <p> + At these words, Alice appeared to awaken from her first oblivion of all + that had chanced since they met; she blushed deeply, and drew herself + gently and bashfully from his embrace. "Ah," she said, in altered and + humbled accents, "you have loved another! Perhaps you have no love left + for me! Is it so; is it? No, no; those eyes—you love me—you + love me still!" + </p> + <p> + And again she clung to him, as if it were heaven to believe all things, + and death to doubt. Then, after a pause, she drew him gently with both her + hands towards the light, and gazed upon him fondly, proudly, as if to + trace, line by line, and feature by feature, the countenance which had + been to her sweet thoughts as the sunlight to the flowers. "Changed, + changed," she muttered; "but still the same,—still beautiful, still + divine!" She stopped. A sudden thought struck her: his garments were worn + and soiled by travel, and that princely crest, fallen and dejected, no + longer towered in proud defiance above the sons of men. "You are not + rich," she exclaimed eagerly,—"say you are not rich! I am rich + enough for both; it is all yours,—all yours; I did not betray you + for it; there is no shame in it. Oh, we shall be so happy! Thou art come + back to thy poor Alice! thou knowest how she loved thee!" + </p> + <p> + There was in Alice's manner, her wild joy, something so different from her + ordinary self, that none who could have seen her—quiet, pensive, + subdued—would have fancied her the same being. All that Society and + its woes had taught were gone; and Nature once more claimed her fairest + child. The very years seemed to have fallen from her brow, and she looked + scarcely older than when she had stood with him beneath the moonlight by + the violet banks far away. Suddenly, her colour faded; the smile passed + from the dimpled lips; a sad and solemn aspect succeeded to that + expression of passionate joy. "Come," she said, in a whisper, "come, + follow;" and still clasping his hand, she drew him to the door. Silent and + wonderingly he followed her across the lawn, through the moss-grown gate, + and into the lonely burial-ground. She moved on with a noiseless and + gliding step,—so pale, so hushed, so breathless, that even in the + noonday you might have half fancied the fair shape was not owned by earth. + She paused where the yew-tree cast its gloomy shadow; and the small and + tombless mound, separated from the rest, was before them. She pointed to + it, and falling on her knees beside it, murmured, "Hush, it sleeps below,—thy + child!" She covered her face with both her hands, and her form shook + convulsively. + </p> + <p> + Beside that form and before that grave knelt Maltravers. There vanished + the last remnant of his stoic pride; and there—Evelyn herself + forgotten—there did he pray to Heaven for pardon to himself, and + blessings on the heart he had betrayed. There solemnly did he vow, the + remainder of his years, to guard from all future ill the faithful and + childless mother. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0078" id="link2HCH0078"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + WILL Fortune never come with both hands full, + But write her fair words still in foulest letters? + <i>Henry IV.</i> Part ii. +</pre> + <p> + I PASS over those explanations, that record of Alice's eventful history, + which Maltravers learned from her own lips, to confirm and add to the + narrative of the curate, the purport of which is already known to the + reader. + </p> + <p> + It was many hours before Alice was sufficiently composed to remember the + object for which she had sought the curate. But she had laid the letter + which she had brought, and which explained all, on the table at the + vicarage; and when Maltravers, having at last induced Alice, who seemed + afraid to lose sight of him for an instant, to retire to her room, and + seek some short repose, returned towards the vicarage, he met Aubrey in + the garden. The old man had taken the friend's acknowledged license to + read the letter evidently meant for his eye; and, alarmed and anxious, he + now eagerly sought a consultation with Maltravers. The letter, written in + English, as familiar to the writer as her own tongue, was from Madame de + Ventadour. It had been evidently dictated by the kindest feelings. After + apologizing briefly for her interference, she stated that Lord Vargrave's + marriage with Miss Cameron was now a matter of public notoriety; that it + would take place in a few days; that it was observed with suspicion that + Miss Cameron appeared nowhere; that she seemed almost a prisoner in her + room; that certain expressions which had dropped from Lady Doltimore had + alarmed her greatly. According to these expressions, it would seem that + Lady Vargrave was not apprised of the approaching event; that, considering + Miss Cameron's recent engagement to Mr. Maltravers suddenly (and, as + Valerie thought, unaccountably) broken off on the arrival of Lord + Vargrave; considering her extreme youth, her brilliant fortune; and, + Madame de Ventadour delicately hinted, considering also Lord Vargrave's + character for unscrupulous determination in the furtherance of any object + on which he was bent,—considering all this, Madame de Ventadour had + ventured to address Miss Cameron's mother, and to guard her against the + possibility of design or deceit. Her best apology for her intrusion must + be her deep interest in Miss Cameron, and her long friendship for one to + whom Miss Cameron had been so lately betrothed. If Lady Vargrave were + aware of the new engagement, and had sanctioned it, of course her + intrusion was unseasonable and superfluous; but if ascribed to its real + motive, would not be the less forgiven. + </p> + <p> + It was easy for Maltravers to see in this letter how generous and zealous + had been that friendship for himself which could have induced the woman of + the world to undertake so officious a task. But of this he thought not, as + he hurried over the lines, and shuddered at Evelyn's urgent danger. + </p> + <p> + "This intelligence," said Aubrey, "must be, indeed, a surprise to Lady + Vargrave. For we have not heard a word from Evelyn or Lord Vargrave to + announce such a marriage; and she (and myself till this day) believed that + the engagement between Evelyn and Mr. ——-, I mean," said + Aubrey with confusion,—"I mean yourself, was still in force. Lord + Vargrave's villany is apparent; we must act immediately. What is to be + done?" + </p> + <p> + "I will return to Paris to-morrow; I will defeat his machination, expose + his falsehood!" + </p> + <p> + "You may need a proxy for Lady Vargrave, an authority for Evelyn; one whom + Lord Vargrave knows to possess the secret of her birth, her rights: I will + go with you. We must speak to Lady Vargrave." + </p> + <p> + Maltravers turned sharply round. "And Alice knows not who I am; that I—I + am, or was, a few weeks ago, the suitor of another; and that other the + child she has reared as her own! Unhappy Alice! in the very hour of her + joy at my return, is she to writhe beneath this new affliction?" + </p> + <p> + "Shall I break it to her?" said Aubrey, pityingly. + </p> + <p> + "No, no; these lips must inflict the last wrong!" Maltravers walked away, + and the curate saw him no more till night. + </p> + <p> + In the interval, and late in the evening, Maltravers rejoined Alice. + </p> + <p> + The fire burned clear on the hearth, the curtains were drawn, the pleasant + but simple drawing-room of the cottage smiled its welcome as Maltravers + entered, and Alice sprang up to greet him! It was as if the old days of + the music-lesson and the meerschaum had come back. + </p> + <p> + "This is yours," said Alice, tenderly, as he looked round the apartment. + "Now—now I know what a blessed thing riches are! Ah, you are looking + on that picture; it is of her who supplied your daughter's place,—she + is so beautiful, so good, you will love her as a daughter. Oh, that letter—that—that + letter—I forgot it till now—it is at the vicarage—I must + go there immediately, and you will come too,—you will advise us." + </p> + <p> + "Alice, I have read the letter,—I know all. Alice, sit down and hear + me,—it is you who have to learn from me. In our young days I was + accustomed to tell you stories in winter nights like these,—stories + of love like our own, of sorrows which, at that time, we only knew by + hearsay. I have one now for your ear, truer and sadder than they were. Two + children, for they were then little more—children in ignorance of + the world, children in freshness of heart, children almost in years—were + thrown together by strange vicissitudes, more than eighteen years ago. + They were of different sexes,—they loved and they erred. But the + error was solely with the boy; for what was innocence in her was but + passion in him. He loved her dearly; but at that age her qualities were + half developed. He knew her beautiful, simple, tender; but he knew not all + the virtue, the faith, and the nobleness that Heaven had planted in her + soul. They parted,—they knew not each other's fate. He sought her + anxiously, but in vain; and sorrow and remorse long consumed him, and her + memory threw a shadow over his existence. But again—for his love had + not the exalted holiness of hers (<i>she</i> was true!)—he sought to + renew in others the charm he had lost with her. In vain,—long, long + in vain. Alice, you know to whom the tale refers. Nay, listen yet. I have + heard from the old man yonder that you were witness to a scene many years + ago which deceived you into the belief that you beheld a rival. It was not + so: that lady yet lives,—then, as now, a friend to me; nothing more. + I grant that, at one time, my fancy allured me to her, but my heart was + still true to thee." + </p> + <p> + "Bless you for those words!" murmured Alice; and she crept more closely to + him. + </p> + <p> + He went on. "Circumstances, which at some calmer occasion you shall hear, + again nearly connected my fate by marriage to another. I had then seen you + at a distance, unseen by you,—seen you apparently surrounded by + respectability and opulence; and I blessed Heaven that your lot, at least, + was not that of penury and want." (Here Maltravers related where he had + caught that brief glimpse of Alice,*—how he had sought for her again + and again in vain.) "From that hour," he continued, "seeing you in + circumstances of which I could not have dared to dream, I felt more + reconciled to the past; yet, when on the verge of marriage with another—beautiful, + gifted, generous as she was—a thought, a memory half acknowledged, + dimly traced, chained back my sentiments; and admiration, esteem, and + gratitude were not love! Death—a death melancholy and tragic—forbade + this union; and I went forth in the world, a pilgrim and a wanderer. Years + rolled away, and I thought I had conquered the desire for love,—a + desire that had haunted me since I lost thee. But, suddenly and recently, + a being, beautiful as yourself—sweet, guileless, and young as you + were when we met—woke in me a new and a strange sentiment. I will + not conceal it from you: Alice, at last I loved another! Yet, singular as + it may seem to you, it was a certain resemblance to yourself, not in + feature, but in the tones of the voice, the nameless grace of gesture and + manner, the very music of your once happy laugh,—those traits of + resemblance which I can now account for, and which children catch not from + their parents only, but from those they most see, and, loving most, most + imitate in their tender years,—all these, I say, made perhaps a + chief attraction, that drew me towards—Alice, are you prepared for + it?—drew me towards Evelyn Cameron. Know me in my real character, by + my true name: I am that Maltravers to whom the hand of Evelyn was a few + weeks ago betrothed!" + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * See "Ernest Maltravers," book v., p. 228. +</pre> + <p> + He paused, and ventured to look up at Alice; she was exceedingly pale, and + her hands were tightly clasped together, but she neither wept nor spoke. + The worst was over; he continued more rapidly, and with less constrained + an effort: "By the art, the duplicity, the falsehood of Lord Vargrave, I + was taught in a sudden hour to believe that Evelyn was our daughter, that + you recoiled from the prospect of beholding once more the author of so + many miseries. I need not tell you, Alice, of the horror that succeeded to + love. I pass over the tortures I endured. By a train of incidents to be + related to you hereafter, I was led to suspect the truth of Vargrave's + tale. I came hither; I have learned all from Aubrey. I regret no more the + falsehood that so racked me for the time; I regret no more the rupture of + my bond with Evelyn; I regret nothing that brings me at last free and + unshackled to thy feet, and acquaints me with thy sublime faith and + ineffable love. Here then—here beneath your own roof—here he, + at once your earliest friend and foe, kneels to you for pardon and for + hope! He woos you as his wife, his companion to the grave! Forget all his + errors, and be to him, under a holier name, all that you were to him of + old!" + </p> + <p> + "And you are then Evelyn's suitor,—you are he whom she loves? I see + it all—all!" Alice rose, and, before he was even aware of her + purpose, or conscious of what she felt, she had vanished from the room. + </p> + <p> + Long, and with the bitterest feelings, he awaited her return; she came + not. At last he wrote a hurried note, imploring her to join him again, to + relieve his suspense; to believe his sincerity; to accept his vows. He + sent it to her own room, to which she had hastened to bury her emotions. + In a few minutes there came to him this answer, written in pencil, blotted + with tears. + </p> + <p> + "I thank you, I understand your heart; but forgive me—I cannot see + you yet. She is so beautiful and good, she is worthy of you. I shall soon + be reconciled. God bless you,—bless you both!" + </p> + <p> + The door of the vicarage was opened abruptly, and Maltravers entered with + a hasty but heavy tread. + </p> + <p> + "Go to her, go to that angel; go, I beseech you! Tell her that she wrongs + me, if she thinks I can ever wed another, ever have an object in life, but + to atone to, to merit her. Go, plead for me." + </p> + <p> + Aubrey, who soon gathered from Maltravers what had passed, departed to the + cottage. It was near midnight before he returned. Maltravers met him in + the churchyard, beside the yew-tree. "Well, well, what message do you + bring?" + </p> + <p> + "She wishes that we should both set off for Paris to-morrow. Not a day is + to be lost,—we must save Evelyn from this snare." + </p> + <p> + "Evelyn! Yes, Evelyn shall be saved; but the rest—the rest—why + do you turn away?" + </p> + <p> + "'You are not the poor artist, the wandering adventurer; you are the + high-born, the wealthy, the renowned Maltravers: Alice has nothing to + confer on you. You have won the love of Evelyn,—Alice cannot doom + the child confided to her care to hopeless affection; you love Evelyn,—Alice + cannot compare herself to the young and educated and beautiful creature, + whose love is a priceless treasure. Alice prays you not to grieve for her; + she will soon be content and happy in your happiness.' This is the + message." + </p> + <p> + "And what said you,—did you not tell her such words would break my + heart?" + </p> + <p> + "No matter what I said; I mistrust myself when I advise her. Her feelings + are truer than all our wisdom!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers made no answer, and the curate saw him gliding rapidly away by + the starlit graves towards the village. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0079" id="link2HCH0079"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + THINK you I can a resolution fetch + From flowery tenderness?—<i>Measure for Measure</i>. +</pre> + <p> + THEY were on the road to Dover. Maltravers leaned back in the corner of + the carriage with his hat over his brows, though the morning was yet too + dark for the curate to perceive more than the outline of his features. + Milestone after milestone glided by the wheels, and neither of the + travellers broke the silence. It was a cold, raw morning, and the mists + rose sullenly from the dank hedges and comfortless fields. + </p> + <p> + Stern and self-accusing was the scrutiny of Maltravers into the recesses + of his conscience, and the blotted pages of the Past. That pale and + solitary mother, mourning over the grave of her—of his own—child, + rose again before his eyes, and seemed silently to ask him for an account + of the heart he had made barren, and of the youth to which his love had + brought the joylessness of age. With the image of Alice,—afar, + alone, whether in her wanderings, a beggar and an outcast, or in that + hollow prosperity, in which the very ease of the frame allowed more + leisure to the pinings of the heart,—with that image, pure, + sorrowing, and faithful from first to last, he compared his own wild and + wasted youth, his resort to fancy and to passion for excitement. He + contrasted with her patient resignation his own arrogant rebellion against + the trials, the bitterness of which his proud spirit had exaggerated; his + contempt for the pursuits and aims of others; the imperious indolence of + his later life, and his forgetfulness of the duties which Providence had + fitted him to discharge. His mind, once so rudely hurled from that + complacent pedestal, from which it had so long looked down on men, and + said, "I am wiser and better than you," became even too acutely sensitive + to its own infirmities; and that desire for Virtue, which he had ever + deeply entertained, made itself more distinctly and loudly heard amidst + the ruins and the silence of his pride. + </p> + <p> + From the contemplation of the Past, he roused himself to face the Future. + Alice had refused his hand, Alice herself had ratified and blessed his + union with another! Evelyn, so madly loved,—Evelyn might still be + his! No law—from the violation of which, even in thought, Human + Nature recoils appalled and horror-stricken—forbade him to reclaim + her hand, to snatch her from the grasp of Vargrave, to woo again, and + again to win her! But did Maltravers welcome, did he embrace that thought? + Let us do him justice: he did not. He felt that Alice's resolution, in the + first hour of mortified affection, was not to be considered final; and + even if it were so, he felt yet more deeply that her love—the love + that had withstood so many trials—never could be subdued. Was he to + make her nobleness a curse? Was he to say, "Thou hast passed away in thy + generation, and I leave thee again to thy solitude for her whom thou hast + cherished as a child?" He started in dismay from the thought of this new + and last blow upon the shattered spirit; and then fresh and equally sacred + obstacles between Evelyn and himself broke slowly on his view. Could + Templeton rise from his grave, with what resentment, with what just + repugnance, would he have regarded in the betrayer of his wife (even + though wife but in name) the suitor to his child! + </p> + <p> + These thoughts came in fast and fearful force upon Maltravers, and served + to strengthen his honour and his conscience. He felt that though, in law, + there was no shadow of connection between Evelyn and himself, yet his tie + with Alice had been of a nature that ought to separate him from one who + had regarded Alice as a mother. The load of horror, the agony of shame, + were indeed gone; but still a voice whispered as before, "Evelyn is lost + to thee forever!" But so shaken had already been her image in the late + storms and convulsion of his soul, that this thought was preferable to the + thought of sacrificing Alice. If <i>that</i> were all—but Evelyn + might still love him; and justice to Alice might be misery to her! He + started from his revery with a vehement gesture, and groaned audibly. + </p> + <p> + The curate turned to address to him some words of inquiry and surprise; + but the words were unheard, and he perceived, by the advancing daylight, + that the countenance of Maltravers was that of a man utterly rapt and + absorbed by some mastering and irresistible thought. Wisely, therefore, he + left his companion in peace, and returned to his own anxious and + engrossing meditations. + </p> + <p> + The travellers did not rest till they arrived at Dover. The vessel started + early the following morning, and Aubrey, who was much fatigued, retired to + rest. Maltravers glanced at the clock upon the mantelpiece; it was the + hour of nine. For him there was no hope of sleep; and the prospect of the + slow night was that of dreary suspense and torturing self-commune. + </p> + <p> + As he turned restlessly in his seat, the waiter entered to say that there + was a gentleman who had caught a glimpse of him below on his arrival, and + who was anxious to speak with him. Before Maltravers could answer, the + gentleman himself entered, and Maltravers recognized Legard. + </p> + <p> + "I beg your pardon," said the latter, in a tone of great agitation, "but I + was most anxious to see you for a few moments. I have just returned to + England—all places alike hateful to me! I read in the papers—an—an + announcement—which—which occasions me the greatest—I + know not what I would say,—but is it true? Read this paragraph;" and + Legard placed "The Courier" before Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + The passage was as follows: + </p> + <p> + "It is whispered that Lord Vargrave, who is now at Paris, is to be married + in a few days to the beautiful and wealthy Miss Cameron, to whom he has + been long engaged." + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible?" exclaimed Legard, following the eyes of Maltravers, as + he glanced over the paragraph. "Were not <i>you</i> the lover,—the + accepted, the happy lover of Miss Cameron? Speak, tell me, I implore you!—that + it was for you, who saved my life and redeemed my honour, and not for that + cold schemer, that I renounced all my hopes of earthly happiness, and + surrendered the dream of winning the heart and hand of the only woman I + ever loved!" + </p> + <p> + A deep shade fell over the features of Maltravers. He gazed earnestly and + long upon the working countenance of Legard, and said, after a pause,— + </p> + <p> + "You, too, loved her, then? I never knew it,—never guessed it; or, + if once I suspected, it was but for a moment; and—" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," interrupted Legard, passionately, "Heaven is my witness how + fervently and truly I did love—I do still love Evelyn Cameron! But + when you confessed to me your affection—your hopes—I felt all + that I owed you; I felt that I never ought to become your rival. I left + Paris abruptly. What I have suffered I will not say; but it was some + comfort to think that I had acted as became one who owed you a debt never + to be cancelled nor repaid. I travelled from place to place, each equally + hateful and wearisome; at last, I scarce know why, I returned to England. + I have arrived this day; and now—but tell me, is it true?" + </p> + <p> + "I believe it true," said Maltravers, in a hollow voice, "that Evelyn is + at this moment engaged to Lord Vargrave. I believe it equally true that + that engagement, founded upon false impressions, never will be fulfilled. + With that hope and that belief, I am on my road to Paris." + </p> + <p> + "And she will be yours, still?" said Legard, turning away his face: "well, + that I can bear. May you be happy, sir!" + </p> + <p> + "Stay, Legard," said Maltravers, in a voice of great feeling: "let us + understand each other better; you have renounced your passion to your + sense of honour." Maltravers paused thoughtfully. "It was noble in you, it + was more than just to me; I thank you and respect you. But, Legard, was + there aught in the manner, the bearing of Evelyn Cameron, that could lead + you to suppose that she would have returned your affection? True, had we + started on equal terms, I am not vain enough to be blind to your + advantages of youth and person; but I believed that the affections of + Evelyn were already mine, before we met at Paris." + </p> + <p> + "It might be so," said Legard, gloomily; "nor is it for me to say that a + heart so pure and generous as Evelyn's could deceive yourself or me. Yet I + <i>had</i> fancied, I <i>had</i> hoped, while you stood aloof, that the + partiality with which she regarded you was that of admiration more than + love; that you had dazzled her imagination rather than won her heart. I + had hoped that I should win, that I was winning, my way to her affection! + But let this pass; I drop the subject forever—only, Maltravers, only + do me justice. You are a proud man, and your pride has often irritated and + stung me, in spite of my gratitude. Be more lenient to me than you have + been; think that, though I have my errors and my follies, I am still + capable of some conquests over myself. And most sincerely do I now wish + that Evelyn's love may be to you that blessing it would have been to me!" + </p> + <p> + This was, indeed, a new triumph over the pride of Maltravers,—a new + humiliation. He had looked with a cold contempt on this man, because he + affected not to be above the herd; and this man had preceded him in the + very sacrifice he himself meditated. + </p> + <p> + "Legard," said Maltravers, and a faint blush overspread his face, "you + rebuke me justly. I acknowledge my fault, and I ask you to forgive it. + From this night, whatever happens, I shall hold it an honour to be + admitted to your friendship; from this night, George Legard never shall + find in me the offences of arrogance and harshness." + </p> + <p> + Legard wrung the hand held out to him warmly, but made no answer; his + heart was full, and he would not trust himself to speak. + </p> + <p> + "You think, then," resumed Maltravers, in a more thoughtful tone,—"you + think that Evelyn could have loved you, had my pretensions not crossed + your own? And you think, also—pardon me, dear Legard—that you + could have acquired the steadiness of character, the firmness of purpose, + which one so fair, so young, so inexperienced and susceptible, so + surrounded by a thousand temptations, would need in a guardian and + protector?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, do not judge of me by what I have been. I feel that Evelyn could have + reformed errors worse than mine; that her love would have elevated + dispositions yet more light and commonplace. You do not know what miracles + love works! But now, what is there left for me? What matters it how + frivolous and poor the occupations which can distract my thoughts, and + bring me forgetfulness? Forgive me; I have no right to obtrude all this + egotism on you." + </p> + <p> + "Do not despond, Legard," said Maltravers, kindly; "there may be better + fortunes in store for you than you yet anticipate. I cannot say more now; + but will you remain at Dover a few days longer? Within a week you shall + hear from me. I will not raise hopes that it may not be mine to realize. + But if it be as you think it was, why little, indeed, would rest with me. + Nay, look not on me so wistfully," added Maltravers, with a mournful + smile; "and let the subject close for the present. You will stay at + Dover?" + </p> + <p> + "I will; but—" + </p> + <p> + "No buts, Legard; it is so settled." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0090" id="link2H_4_0090"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + BOOK XI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + "Man is born to be a doer of good."—MARCUS ANTONINUS, lib. iii. +</pre> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0080" id="link2HCH0080"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + His teeth he still did grind, + And grimly gnash, threatening revenge in vain.—SPENSER. +</pre> + <p> + IT is now time to return to Lord Vargrave. His most sanguine hopes were + realized; all things seemed to prosper. The hand of Evelyn Cameron was + pledged to him, the wedding-day was fixed. In less than a week she was to + confer upon the ruined peer a splendid dowry, that would smooth all + obstacles in the ascent of his ambition. From Mr. Douce he learned that + the deeds, which were to transfer to himself the baronial possessions of + the head of the house of Maltravers, were nearly completed; and on his + wedding-day he hoped to be able to announce that the happy pair had set + out for their princely mansion of Lisle Court. In politics; though nothing + could be finally settled till his return, letters from Lord Saxingham + assured him that all was auspicious: the court and the heads of the + aristocracy daily growing more alienated from the premier, and more + prepared for a Cabinet revolution. And Vargrave, perhaps, like most needy + men, overrated the advantages he should derive from, and the servile + opinions he should conciliate in, his new character of landed proprietor + and wealthy peer. He was not insensible to the silent anguish that Evelyn + seemed to endure, nor to the bitter gloom that hung on the brow of Lady + Doltimore. But these were clouds that foretold no storm,—light + shadows that obscured not the serenity of the favouring sky. He continued + to seem unconscious to either; to take the coming event as a matter of + course, and to Evelyn he evinced so gentle, unfamiliar, respectful, and + delicate an attachment, that he left no opening, either for confidence or + complaint. Poor Evelyn! her gayety, her enchanting levity, her sweet and + infantine playfulness of manner, were indeed vanished. Pale, wan, passive, + and smileless, she was the ghost of her former self! But days rolled on, + and the evil one drew near; she recoiled, but she never dreamed of + resisting. How many equal victims of her age and sex does the altar + witness! + </p> + <p> + One day, at early noon, Lord Vargrave took his way to Evelyn's. He had + been to pay a political visit in the Faubourg St. Germain, and he was now + slowly crossing the more quiet and solitary part of the gardens of the + Tuileries, his hands clasped behind him, after his old, unaltered habit, + and his eyes downcast,—when suddenly a man, who was seated alone + beneath one of the trees, and who had for some moments watched his steps + with an anxious and wild aspect, rose and approached him. Lord Vargrave + was not conscious of the intrusion, till the man laid his hand on + Vargrave's arm, and exclaimed,— + </p> + <p> + "It is he! it is! Lumley Ferrers, we meet again!" + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave started and changed colour, as he gazed on the intruder. + </p> + <p> + "Ferrers," continued Cesarini (for it was he), and he wound his arm firmly + into Lord Vargrave's as he spoke, "you have not changed; your step is + light, your cheek healthful; and yet I—you can scarcely recognize + me. Oh, I have suffered so horribly since we parted! Why is this? Why have + I been so heavily visited, and why have you gone free? Heaven is not + just!" + </p> + <p> + Castruccio was in one of his lucid intervals; but there was that in his + uncertain eye, and strange unnatural voice, which showed that a breath + might dissolve the avalanche. Lord Vargrave looked anxiously round; none + were near: but he knew that the more public parts of the garden were + thronged, and through the trees he saw many forms moving in the distance. + He felt that the sound of his voice could summon assistance in an instant, + and his assurance returned to him. + </p> + <p> + "My poor friend," said he soothingly, as he quickened his pace, "it + grieves me to the heart to see you look ill; do not think so much of what + is past." + </p> + <p> + "There is no past!" replied Cesarini, gloomily. "The Past is my Present! + And I have thought and thought, in darkness and in chains, over all that I + have endured, and a light has broken on me in the hours when they told me + I was mad! Lumley Ferrers, it was not for my sake that you led me, devil + as you are, into the lowest hell! You had some object of your own to serve + in separating <i>her</i> from Maltravers. You made me your instrument. + What was I to you that you should have sinned for <i>my</i> sake? Answer + me, and truly, if those lips can utter truth!" + </p> + <p> + "Cesarini," returned Vargrave, in his blandest accents, "another time we + will converse on what has been; believe me, my only object was your + happiness, combined, it may be, with my hatred of your rival." + </p> + <p> + "Liar!" shouted Cesarini, grasping Vargrave's arm with the strength of + growing madness, while his burning eyes were fixed upon his tempter's + changing countenance. "You, too, loved Florence; you, too, sought her + hand; <i>you</i> were my real rival!" + </p> + <p> + "Hush! my friend, hush!" said Vargrave, seeking to shake off the grip of + the maniac, and becoming seriously alarmed; "we are approaching the + crowded part of the gardens, we shall be observed." + </p> + <p> + "And why are men made my foes? Why is my own sister become my persecutor? + Why should she give me up to the torturer and the dungeon? Why are + serpents and fiends my comrades? Why is there fire in my brain and heart; + and why do you go free and enjoy liberty and life? Observed! What care <i>you</i> + for observation? All men search for <i>me</i>!" + </p> + <p> + "Then why so openly expose yourself to their notice; why—" + </p> + <p> + "Hear me!" interrupted Cesarini. "When I escaped from the horrible prison + into which I was plunged; when I scented the fresh air, and bounded over + the grass; when I was again free in limbs and spirit,—a sudden + strain of music from a village came on my ear, and I stopped short, and + crouched down, and held my breath to listen. It ceased; and I thought I + had been with Florence, and I wept bitterly! When I recovered, memory came + back to me distinct and clear; and I heard a voice say to me, 'Avenge her + and thyself!' From that hour the voice has been heard again, morning and + night! Lumley Ferrers, I hear it now! it speaks to my heart, it warms my + blood, it nerves my hand! On whom should vengeance fall? Speak to me!" + </p> + <p> + Lumley strode rapidly on. They were now without the grove; a gay throng + was before them. "All is safe," thought the Englishman. He turned abruptly + and haughtily on Cesarini, and waved his hand; "Begone, madman!" said he, + in a loud and stern voice,—"begone! vex me no more, or I give you + into custody. Begone, I say!" + </p> + <p> + Cesarini halted, amazed and awed for the moment; and then, with a dark + scowl and a low cry, threw himself on Vargrave. The eye and hand of the + latter were vigilant and prepared; he grasped the uplifted arm of the + maniac, and shouted for help. But the madman was now in his full fury; he + hurled Vargrave to the ground with a force for which the peer was not + prepared, and Lumley might never have risen a living man from that spot, + if two soldiers, seated close by, had not hastened to his assistance. + Cesarini was already kneeling on his breast, and his long bony fingers + were fastening upon the throat of his intended victim. Torn from his hold, + he glared fiercely on his new assailants; and after a fierce but momentary + struggle, wrested himself from their grip. Then, turning round to + Vargrave, who had with some effort risen from the ground, he shrieked out, + "I shall have thee yet!" and fled through the trees and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0081" id="link2HCH0081"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + AH, who is nigh? Come to me, friend or foe! + My parks, my walks, my manors that I had, + Ev'n now forsake me.—<i>HENRY VI</i>. Part iii. +</pre> + <p> + LORD VARGRAVE, bold as he was by nature, in vain endeavoured to banish + from his mind the gloomy impression which the startling interview with + Cesarini had bequeathed. The face, the voice of the maniac, haunted him, + as the shape of the warning wraith haunts the mountaineer. He returned at + once to his hotel, unable for some hours to collect himself sufficiently + to pay his customary visit to Miss Cameron. Inly resolving not to hazard a + second meeting with the Italian during the rest of his sojourn at Paris by + venturing in the streets on foot, he ordered his carriage towards evening; + dined at the Cafe de Paris; and then re-entered his carriage to proceed to + Lady Doltimore's house. + </p> + <p> + "I beg your pardon, my lord," said his servant, as he closed the + carriage-door, "but I forgot to say that, a short time after you returned + this morning, a strange gentleman asked at the porter's lodge if Mr. + Ferrers was not staying at the hotel. The porter said there was no Mr. + Ferrers, but the gentleman insisted upon it that he had seen Mr. Ferrers + enter. I was in the lodge at the moment, my lord, and I explained—" + </p> + <p> + "That Mr. Ferrers and Lord Vargrave are one and the same? What sort of + looking person?" + </p> + <p> + "Thin and dark, my lord,—evidently a foreigner. When I said that you + were now Lord Vargrave, he stared a moment, and said very abruptly that he + recollected it perfectly, and then he laughed and walked away." + </p> + <p> + "Did he not ask to see me?" + </p> + <p> + "No, my lord; he said he should take another opportunity. He was a + strange-looking gentleman, and his clothes were threadbare." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, some troublesome petitioner. Perhaps a Pole in distress! Remember I + am never at home when he calls. Shut the door. To Lady Doltimore's." + </p> + <p> + Lumley's heart beat as he threw himself back,—he again felt the grip + of the madman at his throat. He saw, at once, that Cesarini had dogged + him; he resolved the next morning to change his hotel, and to apply to the + police. It was strange how sudden and keen a fear had entered the breast + of this callous and resolute man! + </p> + <p> + On arriving at Lady Doltimore's, he found Caroline alone in the + drawing-room. It was a <i>tete-a-tete</i> that he by no means desired. + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave," said Caroline, coldly, "I wished a short conversation + with you; and finding you did not come in the morning, I sent you a note + an hour ago. Did you receive it?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I have been from home since six o'clock,—it is now nine." + </p> + <p> + "Well, then, Vargrave," said Caroline, with a compressed and writhing lip, + and turning very pale, "I tremble to tell you that I fear Doltimore + suspects. He looked at me sternly this morning, and said, 'You seem + unhappy, madam; this marriage of Lord Vargrave's distresses you!'" + </p> + <p> + "I warned you how it would be,—your own selfishness will betray and + ruin you." + </p> + <p> + "Do not reproach me, man!" said Lady Doltimore, with great vehemence. + "From you at least I have a right to pity, to forbearance, to succour. I + will not bear reproach from <i>you</i>." + </p> + <p> + "I reproach you for your own sake, for the faults you commit against + yourself; and I must say, Caroline, that after I had generously conquered + all selfish feeling, and assisted you to so desirable and even brilliant a + position, it is neither just nor high-minded in you to evince so + ungracious a reluctance to my taking the only step which can save me from + actual ruin. But what does Doltimore suspect? What ground has he for + suspicion, beyond that want of command of countenance which it is easy to + explain,—and which it is yet easier for a woman and a great lady + [here Lumley sneered] to acquire?" + </p> + <p> + "I know not; it has been put into his head. Paris is so full of slander. + But, Vargrave—Lumley—I tremble, I shudder with terror, if ever + Doltimore should discover—" + </p> + <p> + "Pooh! pooh! Our conduct at Paris has been most guarded, most discreet. + Doltimore is Self-conceit personified,—and Self-conceit is + horn-eyed. I am about to leave Paris,—about to marry, from under + your own roof; a little prudence, a little self-control, a smiling face, + when you wish us happiness, and so forth, and all is safe. Tush! think of + it no more! Fate has cut and shuffled the cards for you; the game is + yours, unless you revoke. Pardon my metaphor; it is a favourite one,—I + have worn it threadbare; but human life <i>is</i> so like a rubber at + whist. Where is Evelyn?" + </p> + <p> + "In her own room. Have you no pity for her?" + </p> + <p> + "She will be very happy when she is Lady Vargrave; and for the rest, I + shall neither be a stern nor a jealous husband. She might not have given + the same character to the magnificent Maltravers." + </p> + <p> + Here Evelyn entered; and Vargrave hastened to press her hand, to whisper + tender salutations and compliments, to draw the easy-chair to the fire, to + place the footstool,—to lavish the <i>petits soins</i> that are so + agreeable, when they are the small moralities of love. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn was more than usually pale,—more than usually abstracted. + There was no lustre in her eye, no life in her step; she seemed + unconscious of the crisis to which she approached. As the myrrh and hyssop + which drugged the malefactors of old into forgetfulness of their doom, so + there are griefs which stupefy before their last and crowning + consummation! + </p> + <p> + Vargrave conversed lightly on the weather, the news, the last book. Evelyn + answered but in monosyllables; and Caroline, with a hand-screen before her + face, preserved an unbroken silence. Thus gloomy and joyless were two of + the party, thus gay and animated the third, when the clock on the + mantelpiece struck ten; and as the last stroke died, and Evelyn sighed + heavily,—for it was an hour nearer to the fatal day,—the door + was suddenly thrown open, and pushing aside the servant, two gentlemen + entered the room. + </p> + <p> + Caroline, the first to perceive them, started from her seat with a faint + exclamation of surprise. Vargrave turned abruptly, and saw before him the + stern countenance of Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "My child! my Evelyn!" exclaimed a familiar voice; and Evelyn had already + flown into the arms of Aubrey. + </p> + <p> + The sight of the curate in company with Maltravers explained all at once + to Vargrave. He saw that the mask was torn from his face, the prize + snatched from his grasp, his falsehood known, his plot counterworked, his + villany baffled! He struggled in vain for self-composure; all his + resources of courage and craft seemed drained and exhausted. Livid, + speechless, almost trembling, he cowered beneath the eyes of Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn, not as yet aware of the presence of her former lover, was the + first to break the silence. She lifted her face in alarm from the bosom of + the good curate. "My mother—she is well—she lives—what + brings you hither?" + </p> + <p> + "Your mother is well, my child. I have come hither at her earnest request + to save you from a marriage with that unworthy man!" + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave smiled a ghastly smile, but made no answer. + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave," said Maltravers, "you will feel at once that you have no + further business under this roof. Let us withdraw,—I have much to + thank you for." + </p> + <p> + "I will not stir!" exclaimed Vargrave, passionately, and stamping on the + floor. "Miss Cameron, the guest of Lady Doltimore, whose house and + presence you thus rudely profane, is my affianced bride,—affianced + with her own consent. Evelyn, beloved Evelyn! mine you are yet; you alone + can cancel the bond. Sir, I know not what you have to say, what mystery in + your immaculate life to disclose; but unless Lady Doltimore, whom your + violence appalls and terrifies, orders me to quit her roof, it is not I,—it + is yourself, who are the intruder! Lady Doltimore, with your permission, I + will direct your servants to conduct this gentleman to his carriage!" + </p> + <p> + "Lady Doltimore, pardon me," said Maltravers, coldly; "I will not be urged + to any failure of respect to you. My lord, if the most abject cowardice be + not added to your other vices, you will not make this room the theatre for + our altercation. I invite you, in those terms which no gentleman ever yet + refused, to withdraw with me." + </p> + <p> + The tone and manner of Maltravers exercised a strange control over + Vargrave; he endeavoured in vain to keep alive the passion into which he + had sought to work himself; his voice faltered, his head sank upon his + breast. Between these two personages, none interfered; around them, all + present grouped in breathless silence,—Caroline, turning her eyes + from one to the other in wonder and dismay; Evelyn, believing all a dream, + yet alive only to the thought that, by some merciful interposition of + Providence, she should escape the consequences of her own rashness, + clinging to Aubrey, with her gaze riveted on Maltravers; and Aubrey, whose + gentle character was borne down and silenced by the powerful and + tempestuous passions that now met in collision and conflict, withheld by + his abhorrence of Vargrave's treachery from his natural desire to + propitiate, and yet appalled by the apprehension of bloodshed, that for + the first time crossed him. + </p> + <p> + There was a moment of dead silence, in which Vargrave seemed to be nerving + and collecting himself for such course as might be best to pursue, when + again the door opened, and the name of Mr. Howard was announced. + </p> + <p> + Hurried and agitated, the young secretary, scarcely noticing the rest of + the party, rushed to Lord Vargrave. + </p> + <p> + "My lord! a thousand pardons for interrupting you,—business of such + importance! I am so fortunate to find you!" + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "These letters, my lord; I have so much to say!" + </p> + <p> + Any interruption, even an earthquake, at that moment must have been + welcome to Vargrave. He bent his head, with a polite smile, linked his arm + into his secretary's, and withdrew to the recess of the farthest window. + Not a minute elapsed before he turned away with a look of scornful + exultation. "Mr. Howard," said he, "go and refresh yourself, and come to + me at twelve o'clock to-night; I shall be at home then." The secretary + bowed, and withdrew. + </p> + <p> + "Now, sir," said Vargrave, to Maltravers, "I am willing to leave you in + possession of the field. Miss Cameron, it will be, I fear, impossible for + me to entertain any longer the bright hopes I had once formed; my cruel + fate compels me to seek wealth in any matrimonial engagement. I regret to + inform you that you are no longer the great heiress; the whole of your + capital was placed in the hands of Mr. Douce for the completion of the + purchase of Lisle Court. Mr. Douce is a bankrupt; he has fled to America. + This letter is an express from my lawyer; the house has closed its + payments! Perhaps we may hope to obtain sixpence in the pound. I am a + loser also; the forfeit money bequeathed to me is gone. I know not + whether, as your trustee, I am not accountable for the loss of your + fortune (drawn out on my responsibility); probably so. But as I have not + now a shilling in the world, I doubt whether Mr. Maltravers will advise + you to institute proceedings against me. Mr. Maltravers, to-morrow, at + nine o'clock, I will listen to what you have to say. I wish you all + good-night." He bowed, seized his hat, and vanished. + </p> + <p> + "Evelyn," said Aubrey, "can you require to learn more; do you not already + feel you are released from union with a man without heart and honour?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, yes! I am so happy!" cried Evelyn, bursting into tears. "This hated + wealth,—I feel not its loss; I am released from all duty to my + benefactor. I am free!" + </p> + <p> + The last tie that had yet united the guilty Caroline to Vargrave was + broken,—a woman forgives sin in her lover, but never meanness. The + degrading, the abject position in which she had seen one whom she had + served as a slave (though, as yet, all his worst villanies were unknown to + her), filled her with shame, horror, and disgust. She rose abruptly, and + quitted the room. They did not miss her. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers approached Evelyn; he took her hand, and pressed it to his lips + and heart. + </p> + <p> + "Evelyn," said he, mournfully, "you require an explanation,—to-morrow + I will give and seek it. To-night we are both too unnerved for such + communications. I can only now feel joy at your escape, and hope that I + may still minister to your future happiness." + </p> + <p> + "But," said Aubrey, "can we believe this new and astounding statement? Can + this loss be so irremediable; may we not yet take precaution, and save, at + least, some wrecks of this noble fortune?" + </p> + <p> + "I thank you for recalling me to the world," said Maltravers, eagerly. "I + will see to it this instant; and tomorrow, Evelyn, after my interview with + you, I will hasten to London, and act in that capacity still left to me,—your + guardian, your friend." + </p> + <p> + He turned away his face, and hurried to the door. + </p> + <p> + Evelyn clung more closely to Aubrey. "But you will not leave me to-night? + You can stay? We can find you accommodation; do not leave me." + </p> + <p> + "Leave you, my child! no; we have a thousand things to say to each other. + I will not," he added in a whisper, turning to Maltravers, "forestall your + communications." + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0082" id="link2HCH0082"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ALACK, 'tis he. Why, he was met even now + As mad as the vexed sea.—<i>Lear</i>. +</pre> + <p> + IN the Rue de la Paix there resided an English lawyer of eminence, with + whom Maltravers had had previous dealings; to this gentleman he now drove. + He acquainted him with the news he had just heard, respecting the + bankruptcy of Mr. Douce; and commissioned him to leave Paris, the first + moment he could obtain a passport, and to proceed to London. + </p> + <p> + At all events, he would arrive there some hours before Maltravers; and + those hours were something gained. This done, he drove to the nearest + hotel, which chanced to be the Hotel de M——-, where, though he + knew it not, it so happened that Lord Vargrave himself lodged. As his + carriage stopped without, while the porter unclosed the gates, a man, who + had been loitering under the lamps, darted forward, and prying into the + carriage-window, regarded Maltravers earnestly. The latter, pre-occupied + and absorbed, did not notice him; but when the carriage drove into the + courtyard it was followed by the stranger, who was muffled in a worn and + tattered cloak, and whose movements were unheeded amidst the bustle of the + arrival. The porter's wife led the way to a second-floor, just left + vacant, and the waiter began to arrange the fire. Maltravers threw himself + abstractedly upon the sofa, insensible to all around him, when, lifting + his eyes, he saw before him the countenance of Cesarini! The Italian + (supposed, perhaps, by the persons of the hotel to be one of the + newcomers) was leaning over the back of a chair, supporting his face with + his hand, and fixing his eyes with an earnest and sorrowful expression + upon the features of his ancient rival. When he perceived that he was + recognized, he approached Maltravers, and said in Italian, and in a low + voice, "You are the man of all others, whom, save one, I most desired to + see. I have much to say to you, and my time is short. Spare me a few + minutes." + </p> + <p> + The tone and manner of Cesarini were so calm and rational that they + changed the first impulse of Maltravers, which was that of securing a + maniac; while the Italian's emaciated countenance, his squalid garments, + the air of penury and want diffused over his whole appearance, + irresistibly invited compassion. With all the more anxious and pressing + thoughts that weighed upon him, Maltravers could not refuse the conference + thus demanded. He dismissed the attendants, and motioned Cesarini to be + seated. + </p> + <p> + The Italian drew near to the fire, which now blazed brightly and cheerily, + and, spreading his thin hands to the flame, seemed to enjoy the physical + luxury of the warmth. "Cold, cold," he said piteously, as to himself; + "Nature is a very bitter protector. But frost and famine are, at least, + more merciful than slavery and darkness." + </p> + <p> + At this moment Ernest's servant entered to know if his master would not + take refreshments, for he had scarcely touched food upon the road. And as + he spoke, Cesarini turned keenly and wistfully round. There was no + mistaking the appeal. Wine and cold meat were ordered: and when the + servant vanished, Cesarini turned to Maltravers with a strange smile, and + said, "You see what the love of liberty brings men to! They found me + plenty in the jail! But I have read of men who feasted merrily before + execution—have not you?—and my hour is at hand. All this day I + have felt chained by an irresistible destiny to this house. But it was not + you I sought; no matter, in the crisis of our doom all its agents meet + together. It is the last act of a dreary play!" + </p> + <p> + The Italian turned again to the fire, and bent over it, muttering to + himself. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers remained silent and thoughtful. Now was the moment once more to + place the maniac under the kindly vigilance of his family, to snatch him + from the horrors, perhaps, of starvation itself, to which his escape + condemned him: if he could detain Cesarini till De Montaigne could arrive! + </p> + <p> + Agreeably to this thought, he quietly drew towards him the portfolio which + had been laid on the table, and, Cesarini's back still turned to him, + wrote a hasty line to De Montaigne. When his servant re-entered with the + wine and viands, Maltravers followed him out of the room, and bade him see + the note sent immediately. On returning, he found Cesarini devouring the + food before him with all the voracity of famine. It was a dreadful sight!—the + intellect ruined, the mind darkened, the wild, fierce animal alone left! + </p> + <p> + When Cesarini had appeased his hunger, he drew near to Maltravers, and + thus accosted him,— + </p> + <p> + "I must lead you back to the past. I sinned against you and the dead; but + Heaven has avenged you, and me you can pity and forgive. Maltravers, there + is another more guilty than I,—but proud, prosperous, and great. <i>His</i> + crime Heaven has left to the revenge of man! I bound myself by an oath not + to reveal his villany. I cancel the oath now, for the knowledge of it + should survive his life and mine. And, mad though they deem me, the mad + are prophets, and a solemn conviction, a voice not of earth, tells me that + he and I are already in the Shadow of Death." + </p> + <p> + Here Cesarini, with a calm and precise accuracy of self-possession,—a + minuteness of circumstance and detail, that, coming from one whose very + eyes betrayed his terrible disease, was infinitely thrilling in its + effect,—related the counsels, the persuasions, the stratagems of + Lumley. Slowly and distinctly he forced into the heart of Maltravers that + sickening record of cold fraud calculating on vehement passion as its + tool; and thus he concluded his narration,— + </p> + <p> + "Now wonder no longer why I have lived till this hour; why I have clung to + freedom, through want and hunger, amidst beggars, felons, and outcasts! In + that freedom was my last hope,—the hope of revenge!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers returned no answer for some moments. At length he said calmly, + "Cesarini, there are injuries so great that they defy revenge. Let us + alike, since we are alike injured, trust our cause to Him who reads all + hearts, and, better than we can do, measures both crime and its excuses. + You think that our enemy has not suffered,—that he has gone free. We + know not his internal history; prosperity and power are no signs of + happiness, they bring no exemption from care. Be soothed and be ruled, + Cesarini. Let the stone once more close over the solemn grave. Turn with + me to the future; and let us rather seek to be the judges of ourselves, + than the executioners of another." + </p> + <p> + Cesarini listened gloomily, and was about to answer, when— + </p> + <p> + But here we must return to Lord Vargrave. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0083" id="link2HCH0083"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MY noble lord, + Your worthy friends do lack you.—<i>Macbeth</i>. + + He is about it; + The doors are open.—<i>Ibid.</i> +</pre> + <p> + ON quitting Lady Doltimore's house, Lumley drove to his hotel. His + secretary had been the bearer of other communications, with the nature of + which he had not yet acquainted himself; but he saw by the superscriptions + that they were of great importance. Still, however, even in the solitude + and privacy of his own chamber, it was not on the instant that he could + divert his thoughts from the ruin of his fortunes: the loss not only of + Evelyn's property, but his own claims upon it (for the whole capital had + been placed in Douce's hands), the total wreck of his grand scheme, the + triumph he had afforded to Maltravers! He ground his teeth in impotent + rage, and groaned aloud, as he traversed his room with hasty and uneven + strides. At last he paused and muttered: "Well, the spider toils on even + when its very power of weaving fresh webs is exhausted; it lies in wait,—it + forces itself into the webs of others. Brave insect, thou art my model! + While I have breath in my body, the world and all its crosses, Fortune and + all her malignity, shall not prevail against me! What man ever yet failed + until he himself grew craven, and sold his soul to the arch fiend, + Despair! 'Tis but a girl and a fortune lost,—they were gallantly + fought for, that is some comfort. Now to what is yet left to me!" + </p> + <p> + The first letter Lumley opened was from Lord Saxingham. It filled him with + dismay. The question at issue had been formally, but abruptly, decided in + the Cabinet against Vargrave and his manoeuvres. Some hasty expressions of + Lord Saxingham had been instantly caught at by the premier, and a + resignation, rather hinted at than declared, had been peremptorily + accepted. Lord Saxingham and Lumley's adherents in the Government were to + a man dismissed; and at the time Lord Saxingham wrote the premier was with + the king. + </p> + <p> + "Curse their folly!—the puppets! the dolts!" exclaimed Lumley, + crushing the letter in his hand. "The moment I leave them, they run their + heads against the wall. Curse them! curse myself! curse the man who weaves + ropes with sand! Nothing—nothing left for me but exile or suicide! + Stay, what is this?" His eye fell on the well-known hand writing of the + premier. He tore the envelope, impatient to know the worst. His eyes + sparkled as he proceeded. The letter was most courteous, most + complimentary, most wooing. The minister was a man consummately versed in + the arts that increase, as well as those which purge, a party. Saxingham + and his friends were imbeciles, incapables, mostly men who had outlived + their day. But Lord Vargrave, in the prime of life—versatile, + accomplished, vigorous, bitter, unscrupulous—Vargrave was of another + mould, Vargrave was to be dreaded; and therefore, if possible, to be + retained. His powers of mischief were unquestionably increased by the + universal talk of London that he was about soon to wed so wealthy a lady. + The minister knew his man. In terms of affected regret, he alluded to the + loss the Government would sustain in the services of Lord Saxingham, etc.; + he rejoiced that Lord Vargrave's absence from London had prevented his + being prematurely mixed up, by false scruples of honour, in secessions + which his judgment must condemn. He treated of the question in dispute + with the most delicate address,—confessed the reasonableness of Lord + Vargrave's former opposition to it; but contended that it was now, if not + wise, inevitable. He said nothing of the <i>justice</i> of the measure he + proposed to adopt, but much on the <i>expediency</i>. He concluded by + offering to Vargrave, in the most cordial and flattering terms, the very + seat in the Cabinet which Lord Saxingham had vacated, with an apology for + its inadequacy to his lordship's merits, and a distinct and definite + promise of the refusal of the gorgeous viceroyalty of India, which would + be vacant next year by the return of the present governor-general. + </p> + <p> + Unprincipled as Vargrave was, it is not, perhaps, judging him too mildly + to say that, had he succeeded in obtaining Evelyn's hand and fortune, he + would have shrunk from the baseness he now meditated. To step coldly into + the very post of which he, and he alone, had been the cause of depriving + his earliest patron and nearest relative; to profit by the betrayal of his + own party; to damn himself eternally in the eyes of his ancient friends; + to pass down the stream of history as a mercenary apostate,—from all + this Vargrave must have shrunk, had he seen one spot of honest ground on + which to maintain his footing. But now the waters of the abyss were + closing over his head; he would have caught at a straw; how much more + consent to be picked up by the vessel of an enemy! All objection, all + scruple, vanished at once. And the "barbaric gold" "of Ormus and of Ind" + glittered before the greedy eyes of the penniless adventurer! Not a day + was now to be lost. How fortunate that a written proposition, from which + it was impossible to recede, had been made to him before the failure of + his matrimonial projects had become known! Too happy to quit Paris, he + would set off on the morrow, and conclude in person the negotiation. + Vargrave glanced towards the clock; it was scarcely past eleven. What + revolutions are worked in moments! Within an hour he had lost a wife, a + noble fortune, changed the politics of his whole life, stepped into a + Cabinet office, and was already calculating how much a governor-general of + India could lay by in five years! But it was only eleven o'clock. He had + put off Mr. Howard's visit till twelve; he wished so much to see him, and + learn all the London gossip connected with the recent events. Poor Mr. + Douce! Vargrave had already forgotten <i>his</i> existence!—he rang + his bell hastily. It was some time before his servant answered. + </p> + <p> + Promptitude and readiness were virtues that Lord Vargrave peremptorily + demanded in a servant; and as he paid the best price for the articles—less + in wages than in plunder—he was generally sure to obtain them. + </p> + <p> + "Where the deuce have you been? This is the third time I have rung! you + ought to be in the anteroom!" + </p> + <p> + "I beg your lordship's pardon; but I was helping Mr. Maltravers's valet to + find a key which he dropped in the courtyard." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Maltravers! Is he at this hotel?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, my lord; his rooms are just overhead." + </p> + <p> + "Humph! Has Mr. Howard engaged a lodging here?" + </p> + <p> + "No, my lord. He left word that he was gone to his aunt, Lady Jane." + </p> + <p> + "Ah, Lady Jane—lives at Paris—so she does; Rue Chaussee + d'Antin—you know the House? Go immediately—go yourself; don't + trust to a messenger—and beg Mr. Howard to return with you. I want + to see him instantly." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, my lord." + </p> + <p> + The servant went. Lumley was in a mood in which solitude was intolerable. + He was greatly excited; and some natural compunctions at the course on + which he had decided made him long to escape from thought. So Maltravers + was under the same roof! He had promised to give him an interview next + day; but next day he wished to be on the road to London. Why not have it + over to-night? But could Maltravers meditate any hostile proceedings? + Impossible! Whatever his causes of complaint, they were of too delicate + and secret a nature for seconds, bullets, and newspaper paragraphs! + Vargrave might feel secure that he should not be delayed by any Bois de + Boulogne assignation; but it was necessary to <i>his honour</i> (!) that + he should not seem to shun the man he had deceived and wronged. He would + go up to him at once,—a new excitement would distract his thoughts. + Agreeably to this resolution, Lord Vargrave quitted his room, and was + about to close the outer door, when he recollected that perhaps his + servant might not meet with Howard; that the secretary might probably + arrive before the time fixed,—it would be as well to leave his door + open. He accordingly stopped, and writing upon a piece of paper, "Dear + Howard, send up for me the moment you arrive: I shall be with Mr. + Maltravers <i>au second</i>"—Vargrave wafered the <i>affiche</i> to + the door, which he then left ajar, and the lamp in the landing-place fell + clear and full on the paper. + </p> + <p> + It was the voice of Vargrave, in the little stone-paved antechamber + without, inquiring of the servant if Mr. Maltravers was at home, which had + startled and interrupted Cesarini as he was about to reply to Ernest. Each + recognized that sharp clear voice; each glanced at the other. + </p> + <p> + "I will not see him," said Maltravers, hastily moving towards the door; + "you are not fit to—" + </p> + <p> + "Meet him? no!" said Cesarini, with a furtive and sinister glance, which a + man versed in his disease would have understood, but which Maltravers did + not even observe; "I will retire into your bedroom; my eyes are heavy. I + could sleep." + </p> + <p> + He opened the inner door as he spoke, and had scarcely reclosed it before + Vargrave entered. + </p> + <p> + "Your servant said you were engaged; but I thought you might see an old + friend:" and Vargrave coolly seated himself. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers drew the bolt across the door that separated them from + Cesarini; and the two men, whose characters and lives were so strongly + contrasted, were now alone. + </p> + <p> + "You wished an interview,—an explanation," said Lumley; "I shrink + from neither. Let me forestall inquiry and complaint. I deceived you + knowingly and deliberately, it is quite true,—all stratagems are + fair in love and war. The prize was vast! I believed my career depended on + it: I could not resist the temptation. I knew that before long you would + learn that Evelyn was not your daughter; that the first communication + between yourself and Lady Vargrave would betray me; but it was worth + trying a <i>coup de main</i>. You have foiled me, and conquered: be it so; + I congratulate you. You are tolerably rich, and the loss of Evelyn's + fortune will not vex you as it would have done me." + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave, it is but poor affectation to treat thus lightly the dark + falsehood you conceived, the awful curse you inflicted upon me. Your sight + is now so painful to me, it so stirs the passions that I would seek to + suppress, that the sooner our interview is terminated the better. I have + to charge you, also, with a crime,—not, perhaps, baser than the one + you so calmly own, but the consequences of which were more fatal: you + understand me?" + </p> + <p> + "I do not." + </p> + <p> + "Do not tempt me! do not lie!" said Maltravers, still in a calm voice, + though his passions, naturally so strong, shook his whole frame. "To your + arts I owe the exile of years that should have been better spent; to those + arts Cesarini owes the wreck of his reason, and Florence Lascelles her + early grave! Ah, you are pale now; your tongue cleaves to your mouth! And + think you these crimes will go forever unrequited; think you that there is + no justice in the thunderbolts of God?" + </p> + <p> + "Sir," said Vargrave, starting to his feet, "I know not what you suspect, + I care not what you believe! But I am accountable to man, and that account + I am willing to render. You threatened me in the presence of my ward; you + spoke of cowardice, and hinted at danger. Whatever my faults, want of + courage is not one. Stand by your threats,—I am ready to brave + them!" + </p> + <p> + "A year, perhaps a short month, ago," replied Maltravers, "and I would + have arrogated justice to my own mortal hand; nay, this very night, had + the hazard of either of our lives been necessary to save Evelyn from your + persecution, I would have incurred all things for her sake! But that is + past; from me you have nothing to fear. The proofs of your earlier guilt, + with its dreadful results, would alone suffice to warn me from the solemn + responsibility of human vengeance. Great Heaven! what hand could dare to + send a criminal so long hardened, so black with crime, unatoning, + unrepentant, and unprepared, before the judgment-seat of the ALL JUST? Go, + unhappy man! may life long be spared to you! Awake! awake from this world, + before your feet pass the irrevocable boundary of the next!" + </p> + <p> + "I came not here to listen to homilies, and the cant of the conventicle," + said Vargrave, vainly struggling for a haughtiness of mien that his + conscience-stricken aspect terribly belied; "not I; but this wrong world + is to be blamed, if deeds that strict morality may not justify, but the + effects of which I, no prophet, could not foresee, were necessary for + success in life. I have been but as all other men have been who struggle + against fortune to be rich and great: ambition must make use of foul + ladders." + </p> + <p> + "Oh," said Maltravers, earnestly, touched involuntarily, and in spite of + his abhorrence of the criminal, by the relenting that this miserable + attempt at self-justification seemed to denote,—"oh, be warned, + while it is yet time; wrap not yourself in these paltry sophistries; look + back to your past career; see to what heights you might have climbed, if + with those rare gifts and energies, with that subtle sagacity and + indomitable courage—your ambition had but chosen the straight, not + the crooked, path. Pause! many years may yet, in the course of nature, + afford you time to retrace your steps, to atone to thousands the injuries + you have inflicted on the few. I know not why I thus address you: but + something diviner than indignation urges me; something tells me that you + are already on the brink of the abyss!" + </p> + <p> + Lord Vargrave changed colour, nor did he speak for some moments; then + raising his head, with a faint smile, he said, "Maltravers, you are a + false soothsayer. At this moment my paths, crooked though they be, have + led me far towards the summit of my proudest hopes; the straight path + would have left me at the foot of the mountain. You yourself are a beacon + against the course you advise. Let us contrast each other. You took the + straight path, I the crooked. You, my superior in fortune; you, infinitely + above me in genius; you, born to command and never to crouch: how do we + stand now, each in the prime of life? You, with a barren and profitless + reputation; without rank, without power, almost without the hope of power. + I—but you know not my new dignity—I, in the Cabinet of + England's ministry, vast fortunes opening to my gaze, the proudest station + not too high for my reasonable ambition! You, wedding yourself to some + grand chimera of an object, aimless when it eludes your grasp. I, + swinging, squirrel-like, from scheme to scheme; no matter if one breaks, + another is at hand! Some men would have cut their throats in despair, an + hour ago, in losing the object of a seven years' chase,—Beauty and + Wealth, both! I open a letter, and find success in one quarter to + counterbalance failure in another. Bah! bah! each to his <i>metier</i>, + Maltravers! For you, honour, melancholy, and, if it please you, repentance + also! For me, the onward, rushing life, never looking back to the Past, + never balancing the stepping-stones to the Future. Let us not envy each + other; if you were not Diogenes, you would be Alexander. Adieu! our + interview is over. Will you forget and forgive, and shake hands once more? + You draw back, you frown! well, perhaps you are right. If we meet again—" + </p> + <p> + "It will be as strangers." + </p> + <p> + "No rash vows! you may return to politics, you may want office. I am of + your way of thinking now: and—ha! ha!—poor Lumley Ferrers + could make you a Lord of the Treasury; smooth travelling and cheap + turnpikes on crooked paths, believe me. Farewell!" + </p> + <p> + On entering the room into which Cesarini had retired, Maltravers found him + flown. His servant said that the gentleman had gone away shortly after + Lord Vargrave's arrival. Ernest reproached himself bitterly for neglecting + to secure the door that conducted to the ante-chamber; but still it was + probable that Cesarini would return in the morning. + </p> + <p> + The messenger who had taken the letter to De Montaigne brought back word + that the latter was at his villa, but expected at Paris early the next + day. Maltravers hoped to see him before his departure; meanwhile he threw + himself on his bed, and despite all the anxieties that yet oppressed him, + the fatigues and excitements he had undergone exhausted even the endurance + of that iron frame, and he fell into a profound slumber. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0084" id="link2HCH0084"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + BY eight to-morrow + Thou shalt be made immortal. + <i>Measure for Measure</i>. +</pre> + <p> + LORD VARGRAVE returned to his apartment to find Mr. Howard, who had but + just that instant arrived, warming his white and well-ringed hands by the + fire. He conversed with him for half an hour on all the topics on which + the secretary could give him information, and then dismissed him once more + to the roof of Lady Jane. + </p> + <p> + As he slowly undressed himself, he saw on his writing-table the note which + Lady Doltimore had referred to, and which he had not yet opened. He lazily + broke the seal, ran his eye carelessly over its few blotted words of + remorse and alarm, and threw it down again with a contemptuous "pshaw!" + Thus unequally are the sorrows of a guilty tie felt by the man of the + world and the woman of society! + </p> + <p> + As his servant placed before him his wine and water, Vargrave told him to + see early to the preparations for departure, and to call him at nine + o'clock. + </p> + <p> + "Shall I shut that door, my lord?" said the valet, pointing to one that + communicated with one of those large closets, or <i>armoires</i>, that are + common appendages to French bedrooms, and in which wood and sundry other + matters are kept. + </p> + <p> + "No," said Lord Vargrave, petulantly; "you servants are so fond of + excluding every breath of air. I should never have a window open, if I did + not open it myself. Leave the door as it is, and do not be later than nine + to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + The servant, who slept in a kind of kennel that communicated with the + anteroom, did as he was bid; and Vargrave put out his candle, betook + himself to bed, and, after drowsily gazing some minutes on the dying + embers of the fire, which threw a dim ghastly light over the chamber, fell + fast asleep. The clock struck the first hour of morning, and in that house + all seemed still. + </p> + <p> + The next morning, Maltravers was disturbed from his slumber by De + Montaigne, who, arriving, as was often his wont, at an early hour from his + villa, had found Ernest's note of the previous evening. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers rose and dressed himself; and while De Montaigne was yet + listening to the account which his friend gave of his adventure with + Cesarini, and the unhappy man's accusation of his accomplice, Ernest's + servant entered the room very abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "Sir," said he, "I thought you might like to know. What is to be done? The + whole hotel is in confusion, Mr. Howard has been sent for, and Lord + Doltimore. So very strange, so sudden!" + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter? Speak plain." + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave, sir,—poor Lord Vargrave—" + </p> + <p> + "Lord Vargrave!" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; the master of the hotel, hearing you knew his lordship, would + be so glad if you would come down. Lord Vargrave, sir, is dead,—found + dead in his bed!" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers was rooted to the spot with amaze and horror. Dead! and but + last night so full of life and schemes and hope and ambition. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he recovered himself, he hurried to the spot, and De Montaigne + followed. The latter, as they descended the stairs, laid his hand on + Ernest's arm and detained him. + </p> + <p> + "Did you say that Castruccio left the apartment while Vargrave was with + you, and almost immediately after his narrative of Vargrave's instigation + to his crime?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + The eyes of the friends met; a terrible suspicion possessed both. "No; it + is impossible!" exclaimed Maltravers. "How could he obtain entrance, how + pass Lord Vargrave's servants? No, no; think of it not!" + </p> + <p> + They hurried down the stairs; they reached the other door of Vargrave's + apartment. The notice to Howard, with the name of Vargrave underscored, + was still on the panels. De Montaigne saw and shuddered. + </p> + <p> + They were in the room by the bedside. A group were collected round; they + gave way as the Englishman and his friend approached; and the eyes of + Maltravers suddenly rested on the face of Lord Vargrave, which was locked, + rigid, and convulsed. + </p> + <p> + There was a buzz of voices which had ceased at the entrance of Maltravers; + it was now renewed. A surgeon had been summoned—the nearest surgeon,—a + young Englishman of no great repute or name. He was making inquiries as he + bent over the corpse. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir," said Lord Vargrave's servant, "his lordship told me to call + him at nine o'clock. I came in at that hour, but his lordship did not move + nor answer me. I then looked to see if he were very sound asleep, and I + saw that the pillows had got somehow over his face, and his head seemed to + lie very low; so I moved the pillows, and I saw that his lordship was + dead." + </p> + <p> + "Sir," said the surgeon, turning to Maltravers, "you were a friend of his + lordship, I hear. I have already sent for Mr. Howard and Lord Doltimore. + Shall I speak with you a minute?" + </p> + <p> + Maltravers nodded assent. The surgeon cleared the room of all but himself, + De Montaigne, and Maltravers. + </p> + <p> + "Has that servant lived long with Lord Vargrave?" asked the surgeon. + </p> + <p> + "I believe so,—yes; I recollect his face. Why?" + </p> + <p> + "And you think him safe and honest?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know; I know nothing of him." + </p> + <p> + "Look here, sir,"—and the surgeon pointed to a slight discoloration + on one side the throat of the dead man. "This may be accidental—purely + natural; his lordship may have died in a fit; there are no certain marks + of outward violence, but murder by suffocation might still—" + </p> + <p> + "But who besides the servant could gain admission? Was the outer door + closed?" + </p> + <p> + "The servant can take oath that he shut the door before going to bed, and + that no one was with his lordship, or in the rooms, when Lord Vargrave + retired to rest. Entrance from the windows is impossible. Mind, sir, I do + not think I have any right to suspect any one. His lordship had been in + very ill health a short time before; had had, I hear, a rush of blood to + the head. Certainly, if the servant be innocent, we can suspect no one + else. You had better send for more experienced practitioners." + </p> + <p> + De Montaigne, who had hitherto said nothing, now looked with a hurried + glance around the room: he perceived the closet-door, which was ajar, and + rushed to it, as by an involuntary impulse. The closet was large, but a + considerable pile of wood, and some lumber of odd chairs and tables, took + up a great part of the space. De Montaigne searched behind and amidst this + litter with trembling haste,—no trace of secreted murder was + visible. He returned to the bedroom with a satisfied and relieved + expression of countenance. He then compelled himself to approach the body, + from which he had hitherto recoiled. + </p> + <p> + "Sir," said he, almost harshly, as he turned to the surgeon, "what idle + doubts are these? Cannot men die in their beds, of sudden death, no blood + to stain their pillows, no loop-hole for crime to pass through, but we + must have science itself startling us with silly terrors? As for the + servant, I will answer for his innocence; his manner, his voice attest + it." The surgeon drew back, abashed and humbled, and began to apologize, + to qualify, when Lord Doltimore abruptly entered. + </p> + <p> + "Good heavens!" said he, "what is this? What do I hear? Is it possible? + Dead! So suddenly!" He cast a hurried glance at the body, shivered, and + sickened, and threw himself into a chair, as if to recover the shock. When + again he removed his hand from his face, he saw lying before him on the + table an open note. The character was familiar; his own name struck his + eye,—it was the note which Caroline had sent the day before. As no + one heeded him, Lord Doltimore read on, and possessed himself of the proof + of his wife's guilt unseen. + </p> + <p> + The surgeon, now turning from De Montaigne, who had been rating him + soundly for the last few moments, addressed himself to Lord Doltimore. + "Your lordship," said he, "was, I hear, Lord Vargrave's most intimate + friend at Paris." + </p> + <p> + "I <i>his</i> intimate friend?" said Doltimore, colouring highly, and in a + disdainful accent. "Sir, you are misinformed." + </p> + <p> + "Have you no orders to give, then, my lord?" + </p> + <p> + "None, sir. My presence here is quite useless. Good-day to you, + gentlemen." + </p> + <p> + "With whom, then, do the last duties rest?" said the surgeon, turning to + Maltravers and De Montaigne. "With the late lord's secretary?—I + expect him every moment; and here he is, I suppose,"—as Mr. Howard, + pale, and evidently overcome by his agitation, entered the apartment. + Perhaps, of all the human beings whom the ambitious spirit of that + senseless clay had drawn around it by the webs of interest, affection, or + intrigue, that young man, whom it had never been a temptation to Vargrave + to deceive or injure, and who missed only the gracious and familiar + patron, mourned most his memory, and defended most his character. The + grief of the poor secretary was now indeed overmastering. He sobbed and + wept like a child. + </p> + <p> + When Maltravers retired from the chamber of death, De Montaigne + accompanied him; but soon quitting him again, as Ernest bent his way to + Evelyn, he quietly rejoined Mr. Howard, who readily grasped at his offers + of aid in the last melancholy duties and directions. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0085" id="link2HCH0085"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + IF we do meet again, why, we shall smile.—<i>Julius Caesar</i>. +</pre> + <p> + THE interview with Evelyn was long and painful. It was reserved for + Maltravers to break to her the news of the sudden death of Lord Vargrave, + which shocked her unspeakably; and this, which made their first topic, + removed much constraint and deadened much excitement in those which + followed. + </p> + <p> + Vargrave's death served also to relieve Maltravers from a most anxious + embarrassment. He need no longer fear that Alice would be degraded in the + eyes of Evelyn. Henceforth the secret that identified the erring Alice + Darvil with the spotless Lady Vargrave was safe, known only to Mrs. Leslie + and to Aubrey. In the course of nature, all chance of its disclosure must + soon die with them; and should Alice at last become his wife, and should + Cleveland suspect (which was not probable) that Maltravers had returned to + his first love, he knew that he might depend on the inviolable secrecy of + his earliest friend. + </p> + <p> + The tale that Vargrave had told to Evelyn of his early—but, + according to that tale, guiltless—passion for Alice, he tacitly + confirmed; and he allowed that the recollection of her virtues, and the + intelligence of her sorrows and unextinguishable affection, had made him + recoil from a marriage with her supposed daughter. He then proceeded to + amaze his young listener with the account of the mode in which he had + discovered her real parentage, of which the banker had left it to Alice's + discretion to inform her, after she had attained the age of eighteen. And + then, simply, but with manly and ill-controlled emotion, he touched upon + the joy of Alice at beholding him again, upon the endurance and fervour of + her love, upon her revulsion of feeling at learning that, in her + unforgotten lover, she beheld the recent suitor of her adopted child. + </p> + <p> + "And now," said Maltravers, in conclusion, "the path to both of us remains + the same. To Alice is our first duty. The discovery I have made of your + real parentage does not diminish the claims which Alice has on me, does + not lessen the grateful affection that is due to her from yourself. Yes, + Evelyn, we are not the less separated forever. But when I learned the + wilful falsehood which the unhappy man, now hurried to his last account, + to whom your birth was known, had imposed upon me,—namely, that you + were the child of Alice,—and when I learned also that you had been + hurried into accepting his hand, I trembled at your union with one so + false and base. I came hither resolved to frustrate his schemes and to + save you from an alliance, the motives of which I foresaw, and to which my + own letter, my own desertion, had perhaps urged you. New villanies on the + part of this most perverted man came to my ear: but he is dead; let us + spare his memory. For you—oh, still let me deem myself your friend,—your + more than brother; let me hope now that I have planted no thorn in that + breast, and that your affection does not shrink from the cold word of + friendship." + </p> + <p> + "Of all the wonders that you have told me," answered Evelyn, as soon as + she could recover the power of words, "my most poignant sorrow is, that I + have no rightful claim to give a daughter's love to her whom I shall ever + idolize as my mother. Oh, now I see why I thought her affection measured + and lukewarm. And have I—I destroyed her joy at seeing you again? + But you—you will hasten to console, to reassure her! She loves you + still,—she will be happy at last; and that—that thought—oh, + that thought compensates for all!" + </p> + <p> + There was so much warmth and simplicity in Evelyn's artless manner, it was + so evident that her love for him had not been of that ardent nature which + would at first have superseded every other thought in the anguish of + losing him forever, that the scale fell from the eyes of Maltravers, and + he saw at once that his own love had blinded him to the true character of + hers. He was human; and a sharp pang shot across his breast. He remained + silent for some moments; and then resumed, compelling himself as he spoke + to fix his eyes steadfastly on hers. + </p> + <p> + "And now, Evelyn—still may I so call you?—I have a duty to + discharge to another. You are loved"—and he smiled, but the smile + was sad—"by a younger and more suitable lover than I am. From noble + and generous motives he suppressed that love,—he left you to a + rival; the rival removed, dare he venture to explain to you his own + conduct, and plead his own motives? George Legard—" Maltravers + paused. The cheek on which he gazed was tinged with a soft blush, Evelyn's + eyes were downcast, there was a slight heaving beneath the robe. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers suppressed a sigh and continued. He narrated his interview with + Legard at Dover; and, passing lightly over what had chanced at Venice, + dwelt with generous eloquence on the magnanimity with which his rival's + gratitude had been displayed. Evelyn's eyes sparkled, and the smile just + visited the rosy lips and vanished again. The worst because it was the + least selfish fear of Maltravers was gone, and no vain doubt of Evelyn's + too keen regret remained to chill his conscience in obeying its earliest + and strongest duties. + </p> + <p> + "Farewell!" he said, as he rose to depart; "I will at once return to + London, and assist in the effort to save your fortune from this general + wreck: LIFE calls us back to its cares and business—farewell, + Evelyn! Aubrey will, I trust, remain with you still." + </p> + <p> + "Remain! Can I not return then to my—to her—yes, let me call + her <i>mother</i> still?" + </p> + <p> + "Evelyn," said Maltravers, in a very low voice, "spare me, spare her that + pain! Are we yet fit to—" He paused; Evelyn comprehended him, and + hiding her face with her hands, burst into tears. + </p> + <p> + When Maltravers left the room, he was met by Aubrey, who, drawing him + aside, told him that Lord Doltimore had just informed him that it was not + his intention to remain at Paris, and had more than delicately hinted at a + wish for the departure of Miss Cameron. In this emergency, Maltravers + bethought himself of Madame de Ventadour. + </p> + <p> + No house in Paris was a more eligible refuge, no friend more zealous; no + protector would be more kind, no adviser more sincere. To her then he + hastened. He briefly informed her of Vargrave's sudden death; and + suggested that for Evelyn to return at once to a sequestered village in + England might be a severe trial to spirits already broken; and declared + truly, that though his marriage with Evelyn was broken off, her welfare + was no less dear to him than heretofore. At his first hint, Valerie, who + took a cordial interest in Evelyn for her own sake, ordered her carriage, + and drove at once to Lady Doltimore's. His lordship was out, her ladyship + was ill, in her own room, could see no one, not even her guest. Evelyn in + vain sent up to request an interview; and at last, contenting herself with + an affectionate note of farewell, accompanied Aubrey to the home of her + new hostess. + </p> + <p> + Gratified at least to know her with one who would be sure to win her + affection and soothe her spirits, Maltravers set out on his solitary + return to England. + </p> + <p> + Whatever suspicious circumstances might or might not have attended the + death of Lord Vargrave, certain it is that no evidence confirmed and no + popular rumour circulated them. His late illness, added to the supposed + shock of the loss of the fortune he had anticipated with Miss Cameron, + aided by the simultaneous intelligence of the defeat of the party with + whom it was believed he had indissolubly entwined his ambition, sufficed + to account satisfactorily enough for the melancholy event. De Montaigne, + who had been long, though not intimately, acquainted with the deceased, + took upon himself all the necessary arrangements, and superintended the + funeral; after which ceremony, Howard returned to London; and in Paris, as + in the grave, all things are forgotten! But still in De Montaigne's breast + there dwelt a horrible fear. As soon as he had learned from Maltravers the + charge the maniac brought against Vargrave, there came upon him the + recollection of that day when Cesarini had attempted De Montaigne's life, + evidently mistaking him in his delirium for another,—and the sullen, + cunning, and ferocious character which the insanity had ever afterwards + assumed. He had learned from Howard that the outer door had been left ajar + when Lord Vargrave was with Maltravers. The writing on the panel, the name + of Vargrave, would have struck Castruccio's eye as he descended the + stairs; the servant was from home, the apartments deserted; he might have + won his way into the bedchamber, concealed himself in the <i>armoire</i>, + and in the dead of the night, and in the deep and helpless sleep of his + victim, have done the deed. What need of weapons—the suffocating + pillows would stop speech and life. What so easy as escape,—to pass + into the anteroom; to unbolt the door; to descend into the courtyard; to + give the signal to the porter in his lodge, who, without seeing him, would + pull the <i>cordon</i>, and give him egress unobserved? + </p> + <p> + All this was so possible, so probable. + </p> + <p> + De Montaigne now withdrew all inquiry for the unfortunate; he trembled at + the thought of discovering him, of verifying his awful suspicions, of + beholding a murderer in the brother of his wife! But he was not doomed + long to entertain fear for Cesarini; he was not fated ever to change + suspicion into certainty. A few days after Lord Vargrave's burial, a + corpse was drawn from the Seine. Some tablets in the pockets, scrawled + over with wild, incoherent verses, gave a clew to the discovery of the + dead man's friends: and, exposed at the Morgue, in that bleached and + altered clay, De Montaigne recognized the remains of Castruccio Cesarini. + "He died and made no sign!" + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0086" id="link2HCH0086"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + SINGULA quaeque locum teneant sortita.*—HORACE: <i>Ars Poetica</i>. + + * "To each lot its appropriate place." +</pre> + <p> + MALTRAVERS and the lawyers were enabled to save from the insolvent bank + but a very scanty portion of that wealth in which Richard Templeton had + rested so much of pride. The title extinct, the fortune gone—so does + Fate laugh at our posthumous ambition! Meanwhile Mr. Douce, with + considerable plunder, had made his way to America: the bank owed nearly + half a million; the purchase money for Lisle Court, which Mr. Douce had + been so anxious to get into his clutches, had not sufficed to stave off + the ruin,—but a great part of it sufficed to procure competence for + himself. How inferior in wit, in acuteness, in stratagem, was Douce to + Vargrave; and yet Douce had gulled him like a child! Well said the shrewd + small philosopher of France—"On peut etre plus fin qu'un autre, mais + pas plus fin que tous les autres."* + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * One may be more sharp than one's neighbour, but one can't be + sharper than all one's neighbours.—ROCHEFOUCAULD. +</pre> + <p> + To Legard, whom Maltravers had again encountered at Dover, the latter + related the downfall of Evelyn's fortunes; and Maltravers loved him when + he saw that, far from changing his affection, the loss of wealth seemed + rather to raise his hopes. They parted; and Legard set out for Paris. + </p> + <p> + But was Maltravers all the while forgetful of Alice? He had not been + twelve hours in London before he committed to a long and truthful letter + all his thoughts, his hopes, his admiring and profound gratitude. Again, + and with solemn earnestness, he implored her to accept his hand, and to + confirm at the altar the tale which had been told to Evelyn. Truly he said + that the shock which his first belief in Vargrave's falsehood had + occasioned, his passionate determination to subdue all trace of a love + then associated with crime and horror, followed so close by his discovery + of Alice's enduring faith and affection, had removed the image of Evelyn + from the throne it had hitherto held in his desires and thoughts; truly he + said that he was now convinced that Evelyn would soon be consoled for his + loss by another, with whom she would be happier than with him; truly and + solemnly he declared that if Alice rejected him still, if even Alice were + no more, his suit to Evelyn never could be renewed, and Alice's memory + would usurp the place of all living love! + </p> + <p> + Her answer came: it pierced him to the heart. It was so humble, so + grateful, so tender still. Unknown to herself, love yet coloured every + word; but it was love pained, galled, crushed, and trampled on; it was + love, proud from its very depth and purity. His offer was refused. + </p> + <p> + Months passed away. Maltravers yet trusted to time. The curate had + returned to Brook-Green, and his letters fed Ernest's hopes and assured + his doubts. The more leisure there was left him for reflection, the + fainter became those dazzling and rainbow hues in which Evelyn had been + robed and surrounded, and the brighter the halo that surrounded his + earliest love. The more he pondered on Alice's past history, and the + singular beauty of her faithful attachment, the more he was impressed with + wonder and admiration, the more anxious to secure to his side one to whom + Nature had been so bountiful in all the gifts that make woman the angel + and star of life. + </p> + <p> + Months passed. From Paris the news that Maltravers received confirmed all + his expectations,—the suit of Legard had replaced his own. It was + then that Maltravers began to consider how far the fortune of Evelyn and + her destined husband was such as to preclude all anxiety for their future + lot. Fortune is so indeterminate in its gauge and measurement. Money, the + most elastic of materials, falls short or exceeds, according to the extent + of our wants and desires. With all Legard's good qualities he was + constitutionally careless and extravagant; and Evelyn was too + inexperienced, and too gentle, perhaps, to correct his tendencies. + Maltravers learned that Legard's income was one that required an economy + which he feared that, in spite of all his reformation, Legard might not + have the self-denial to enforce. After some consideration, he resolved to + add secretly to the remains of Evelyn's fortune such a sum as might, being + properly secured to herself and children, lessen whatever danger could + arise from the possible improvidence of her husband, and guard against the + chance of those embarrassments which are among the worst disturbers of + domestic peace. He was enabled to effect this generosity unknown to both + of them, as if the sum bestowed were collected from the wrecks of Evelyn's + own wealth and the profits of the sale of the houses in C——-, + which of course had not been involved in Douce's bankruptcy. And then if + Alice were ever his, her jointure, which had been secured on the property + appertaining to the villa at Fulham, would devolve upon Evelyn. Maltravers + could never accept what Alice owed to another. Poor Alice! No! not that + modest wealth which you had looked upon complacently as one day or other + to be his. + </p> + <p> + Lord Doltimore is travelling in the East,—Lady Doltimore, less + adventurous, has fixed her residence in Rome. She has grown thin, and + taken to antiquities and rouge. Her spirits are remarkably high—not + an uncommon effect of laudanum. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0087" id="link2HCH0087"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER THE LAST. + </h2> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ARRIVED at last + Unto the wished haven.—SHAKSPEARE. +</pre> + <p> + IN the August of that eventful year a bridal party were assembled at the + cottage of Lady Vargrave. The ceremony had just been performed, and Ernest + Maltravers had bestowed upon George Legard the hand of Evelyn Templeton. + </p> + <p> + If upon the countenance of him who thus officiated as a father to her he + had once wooed as a bride an observant eye might have noted the trace of + mental struggles, it was the trace of struggles past; and the calm had + once more settled over the silent deeps. He saw from the casement the + carriage that was to bear away the bride to the home of another,—the + gay faces of the village group, whose intrusion was not forbidden, and to + whom that solemn ceremonial was but a joyous pageant; and when he turned + once more to those within the chamber, he felt his hand clasped in + Legard's. + </p> + <p> + "You have been the preserver of my life, you have been the dispenser of my + earthly happiness; all now left to me to wish for is, that you may receive + from Heaven the blessings you have given to others!" + </p> + <p> + "Legard, never let her know a sorrow that you can guard her from; and + believe that the husband of Evelyn will be dear to me as a brother!" + </p> + <p> + And as a brother blesses some younger and orphan sister bequeathed and + intrusted to a care that should replace a father's, so Maltravers laid his + hand lightly on Evelyn's golden tresses, and his lips moved in prayer. He + ceased; he pressed his last kiss upon her forehead, and placed her hand in + that of her young husband. There was silence; and when to the ear of + Maltravers it was broken, it was by the wheels of the carriage that bore + away the wife of George Legard! + </p> + <p> + The spell was dissolved forever. And there stood before the lonely man the + idol of his early youth, Alice,—still, perhaps, as fair, and once + young and passionate, as Evelyn; pale, changed, but lovelier than of old, + if heavenly patience and holy thought, and the trials that purify and + exalt, can shed over human features something more beautiful than bloom. + </p> + <p> + The good curate alone was present, besides these two survivors of the + error and the love that make the rapture and the misery of so many of our + kind; and the old man, after contemplating them a moment, stole + unperceived away. + </p> + <p> + "Alice," said Maltravers, and his voice trembled, "hitherto, from motives + too pure and too noble for the practical affections and ties of life, you + have rejected the hand of the lover of your youth. Here again I implore + you to be mine! Give to my conscience the balm of believing that I can + repair to you the evils and the sorrows I have brought upon you. Nay, weep + not; turn not away. Each of us stands alone; each of us needs the other. + In your heart is locked up all my fondest associations, my brightest + memories. In you I see the mirror of what I was when the world was new, + ere I had found how Pleasure palls upon us, and Ambition deceives! And me, + Alice—ah, you love me still! Time and absence have but strengthened + the chain that binds us. By the memory of our early love, by the grave of + our lost child that, had it lived, would have united its parents, I + implore you to be mine!" + </p> + <p> + "Too generous!" said Alice, almost sinking beneath the emotions that shook + that gentle spirit and fragile form, "how can I suffer your <i>compassion</i>—for + it is but compassion—to deceive yourself? You are of another station + than I believed you. How can you raise the child of destitution and guilt + to your own rank? And shall I—I—who, Heaven knows! would save + you from all regret—bring to you now, when years have so changed and + broken the little charm I could ever have possessed, this blighted heart + and weary spirit? Oh, no, no!" and Alice paused abruptly, and the tears + rolled down her cheeks. + </p> + <p> + "Be it as you will," said Maltravers, mournfully; "but, at least, ground + your refusal upon better motives. Say that now, independent in fortune, + and attached to the habits you have formed, you would not hazard your + happiness in my keeping,—perhaps you are right. To <i>my</i> + happiness you would indeed contribute; your sweet voice might charm away + many a memory and many a thought of the baffled years that have intervened + since we parted; your image might dissipate the solitude which is closing + round the Future of a disappointed and anxious life. With you, and with + you alone, I might yet find a home, a comforter, a charitable and soothing + friend. This you could give to me; and with a heart and a form alike + faithful to a love that deserved not so enduring a devotion. But I—what + can I bestow on you? Your station is equal to my own; your fortune + satisfies your simple wants. 'Tis true the exchange is not equal, Alice. + Adieu!" + </p> + <p> + "Cruel!" said Alice, approaching him with timid steps. "If I could—I, + so untutored, so unworthy—if I could comfort you in a single care!" + </p> + <p> + She said no more, but she had said enough; and Maltravers, clasping her to + his bosom, felt once more that heart which never, even in thought, had + swerved from its early worship, beating against his own! + </p> + <p> + He drew her gently into the open air. The ripe and mellow noonday of the + last month of summer glowed upon the odorous flowers, and the broad sea, + that stretched beyond and afar, wore upon its solemn waves a golden and + happy smile. + </p> + <p> + "And ah," murmured Alice, softly, as she looked up from his breast, "I ask + not if you have loved others since we parted—man's faith is so + different from ours—I only ask if you love me now?" + </p> + <p> + "More! oh, immeasurably more, than in our youngest days!" cried + Maltravers, with fervent passion. "More fondly, more reverently, more + trustfully, than I ever loved living being!—even her, in whose youth + and innocence I adored the memory of thee! Here have I found that which + shames and bankrupts the Ideal! Here have I found a virtue, that, coming + at once from God and Nature, has been wiser than all my false philosophy + and firmer than all my pride! You, cradled by misfortune,—your + childhood reared amidst scenes of fear and vice, which, while they seared + back the intellect, had no pollution for the soul,—your very parent + your tempter and your foe; you, only not a miracle and an angel by the + stain of one soft and unconscious error,—you, alike through the + equal trials of poverty and wealth, have been destined to rise above all + triumphant; the example of the sublime moral that teaches us with what + mysterious beauty and immortal holiness the Creator has endowed our human + nature when hallowed by our human affections! You alone suffice to shatter + into dust the haughty creeds of the Misanthrope and Pharisee! And your + fidelity to my erring self has taught me ever to love, to serve, to + compassionate, to respect the community of God's creatures to which—noble + and elevated though you are—you yet belong!" + </p> + <p> + He ceased, overpowered with the rush of his own thoughts. And Alice was + too blessed for words. But in the murmur of the sunlit leaves, in the + breath of the summer air, in the song of the exulting birds, and the deep + and distant music of the heaven-surrounded seas, there went a melodious + voice that seemed as if Nature echoed to his words, and blest the reunion + of her children. + </p> + <p> + Maltravers once more entered upon the career so long suspended. He entered + with an energy more practical and steadfast than the fitful enthusiasm of + former years; and it was noticeable amongst those who knew him well, that + while the firmness of his mind was not impaired, the haughtiness of his + temper was subdued. No longer despising Man as he is, and no longer + exacting from all things the ideal of a visionary standard, he was more + fitted to mix in the living World, and to minister usefully to the great + objects that refine and elevate our race. His sentiments were, perhaps, + less lofty, but his actions were infinitely more excellent, and his + theories infinitely more wise. + </p> + <p> + Stage after stage we have proceeded with him through the MYSTERIES OF + LIFE. The Eleusinia are closed, and the crowning libation poured. + </p> + <p> + And Alice!—Will the world blame us if you are left happy at the + last? We are daily banishing from our law-books the statutes that + disproportion punishment to crime. Daily we preach the doctrine that we + demoralize wherever we strain justice into cruelty. It is time that we + should apply to the Social Code the Wisdom we recognize in Legislation! It + is time that we should do away with the punishment of death for inadequate + offences, even in books; it is time that we should allow the morality of + atonement, and permit to Error the right to hope, as the reward of + submission to its suffering. Nor let it be thought that the close to + Alice's career can offer temptation to the offence of its commencement. + Eighteen years of sadness, a youth consumed in silent sorrow over the + grave of Joy, have images that throw over these pages a dark and warning + shadow that will haunt the young long after they turn from the tale that + is about to close! If Alice had died of a broken heart, if her punishment + had been more than she could bear, <i>then</i>, as in real life, you would + have justly condemned my moral; and the human heart, in its pity for the + victim, would have lost all recollection of the error.—My tale is + done. + </p> + <p> + THE END. + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Alice, or The Mysteries, Complete, by +Edward Bulwer-Lytton + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALICE, OR THE MYSTERIES, COMPLETE *** + +***** This file should be named 9774-h.htm or 9774-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/9/7/7/9774/ + +Produced by David Widger and Dagny + +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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