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THE
MYSTERIOUS WANDERER.
A NOVEL:
IN THREE VOLUMES.
Dedicated, by Permission,
_TO THE RIGHT HON. LADY ELIZABETH SPENCER._
BY SOPHIA REEVE.
VOL. III.
LONDON
PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR, BY C. SPILSBURY, ANGEL-COURT,
SNOW-HILL;
AND SOLD BY RICHARDSON AND SON, ROYAL-EXCHANGE;
J. HIGHLEY, FLEET-STREET; AND DIDIER AND TEBBETT,
ST. JAMES'S-STREET.
1807
THE
MYSTERIOUS WANDERER.
CHAPTER I.
"The sudden death of Sir James Elvyn," said Sir Henry, "and the
deprivation of the fortunes he designed his daughters, you were long
since, Captain Howard, informed of by Jarvis; I must therefore commence
my narrative from the time those circumstances happened.
"With her fortune, Eliza Elvyn lost every attraction in the eyes of my
grandfather, which could render an union between her and his son
desirable; and he accordingly forbade my father to continue his
addresses; but, finding his commands were disregarded, he hurried him to
Caermarthen, where he endeavoured to enforce my father's obedience to
relinquish Eliza, and address the daughter of Mr. Holly: but as every
menace proved ineffectual, and intercepting a letter my father had
written to Eliza, proposing an elopement; Sir Horace placed him in the
strictest confinement, and, leaving the Hall, put in execution the
simple piece of finesse by which he secured the person of Miss Elvyn,
and with which you are already acquainted.
"Sir Horace conveyed her to the Hall, and to a private apartment
adjoining his own; where he resolved she should remain till my father's
marriage with Miss Holly was completed. This was prevented by my
mother's elopement, and my father, seizing the first moment of liberty,
flew to the late residence of his Eliza. She was gone; but where to, he
could not trace! Sir Horace, however, feared it; and, though he had
failed in one point, warily executed a plan, which put it beyond the
power of fate ever to unite her to him.
"Prior to his marriage with my grandmother, he seduced the daughter of
one of his tenants; and by her had a son; whom, more from a sense of
shame than affection, he had indeed reared and educated; but with a
parsimony, which plainly showed with what reluctance he did it. Joseph,
however, rose superior to every obstruction the avarice of my
grandfather presented, and shone unrivalled in every branch of
literature.
"At college my father first became personally acquainted with him, and,
struck with admiration at his amiable qualities and extraordinary
abilities, soon felt that friendship he merited; and Joseph, equally
pleased at the mildness of my father's demeanour, so different from the
manners of Sir Horace, received and returned his friendship with an
enthusiastic affection, that ended only with his life.
"In spite of every effort of reason, Joseph never came into the presence
of Sir Horace, without experiencing in some degree the dread he
entertained of him when a child, and which his harshness indeed
justified: Sir Horace's will was an absolute law, to which he had ever
yielded implicit obedience, nor was my grandfather's tyranny over him
then less absolute.
"Joseph was unacquainted with the late transactions; the last letter he
had received from my father, was on the immediate death of Sir James
Elvyn, which he knew had deferred the intended nuptials. He now, with
surprise, read Sir Horace's invitation to the Hall; the idea, however,
that it was on account of the marriage, and perhaps to perform the
ceremony, as he had taken holy orders, overcame his reluctance of being
with Sir Horace; especially as he regarded the invitation as a proof of
my father's friendship.
"Greatly was he deceived: for on his arrival he was introduced to Sir
Horace, who, after recapitulating the favours he had, or pretended to
have conferred, told Joseph he had sent for him to present him with the
Corbet living, then vacant by the death of the incumbent; but on the
condition that he accepted a wife provided for him. Joseph, recovering
from the surprise this unexpected donation and overture had occasioned,
thanked my grandfather for a provision so far beyond his hopes; assuring
him at the same time he would obey his command, if there were the least
probability of his proving agreeable to, or liking the lady he had
proposed.
"The lady, Sir Horace said, was perfectly agreeable to the match; she
was handsome and good-natured, and he might look on the living as her
dowry: and finally gave him to understand he was determined on the
match, whether he approved it or not. Joseph silently acquiesced; his
heart was unengaged, and, as I before observed, my grandfather's will
was a law he had never dared to dispute.--Satisfied with his tacit
compliance, Sir Horace left him, and went to Miss Elvyn, who was little
prepared for the peremptory command he gave her to marry Joseph."
"I must retire, Henry;" said Mrs. Blond, in vain endeavouring to
suppress the obtrusive tear; "recollection is too painful to let me
listen to the relation. I will rejoin you by and by."
Sir Henry kissed her hand, and conducted her to the door; then,
re-seating himself, resumed his relation.
"Our unhappy friend, who had too fatally experienced to what lengths Sir
Horace dared to go, at first strove, by tears, to move his obduracy;
but his heart was callous; nor, when roused to anger, were her
reproaches more regarded. Marry Joseph, she should, he was determined.
She gave a positive refusal! She would suffer death first! He had
sanctioned Henry's addresses to her; had witnessed and approved their
reciprocal vows of affection and fidelity; vows which, however he might
then disapprove, it was not in his power to break! Sir Horace's eyes
gleamed fury--she would suffer death first--he repeated; then so she
should! For from that apartment she should never go alive, except she
acceded to his proposal.
"He left her, and returning to Joseph, told him the presentation of the
living should be made out; but as the parsonage wanted a great many
repairs, his marriage should be deferred till it was fit for the
reception of his bride. Joseph marked the contraction of his brow,
acquiesced, and, changing the discourse, ventured to inquire after my
father. He was not at the Hall, Sir Horace said, nor did he expect him
for some time.
"He was, indeed, searching the country for his Eliza: this Sir Horace
knew; and therefore determined, if possible, to force her into a
marriage with Joseph before his return; but the resolution of Miss Elvyn
rose superior to his harshness and ill treatment; and at the time my
father's nuptials took place, she was still a prisoner.
"After spending some months in endeavouring to find Miss Elvyn, my
father, at the positive injunction of Sir Horace, returned to
Caermarthen; where he passed the greatest part of his time with Joseph,
unconscious that the Hall contained the jewel whose loss he deplored.
"When Miss Holly visited her brother, to intercede for her niece, Sir
Horace again insisted on my father's receiving the fair fugitive as his
wife. My father faintly murmured the name of Eliza.
"'Miss Elvyn,' said my grandfather, exalting his voice, 'is now the wife
of another: she gave her hand to Mallet, Mr. Holly's steward, and is now
with him in France. Read that,' throwing him a letter, 'and be
convinced.'
"My father eagerly took the pretended epistle of Mallet; it was
addressed to Mr. Holly, and, after apologizing for his abrupt departure
from his service, and mentioning some circumstances respecting his late
stewardship, proceeded to inform him of his marriage with Miss Elvyn,
which had taken place through the friendship of Sir Horace, who had
presented him with a genteel competence, on condition of his leaving the
kingdom. That he had accordingly proceeded to Paris, where he hoped the
amusements of that metropolis, and his attentions united, would, in a
little time, reconcile his wife to her fate.
"The letter answered Sir Horace's expectation; my father knew him
capable of acting in the manner related, too well to entertain a doubt
of the letter being genuine; and looked on Eliza as irrecoverably lost
to him; and, my grandfather repeating his commands with denunciations of
the heaviest curses if he refused, he yielded an unwilling consent, and
two days after attended him to Mr. Holly's, where he was united to my
mother.
"Sir Horace exulted in the success of his artifice, and became so
attached to his daughter-in-law, that he appeared never to be happy out
of her presence. That happiness, however, was soon after interrupted by
the severe indisposition of my mother; and Sir Horace not only dreaded
losing his favourite; but that my father, should he again be free, might
discover and still espouse Eliza, to whom his hatred had increased to a
most rancorous degree: he, therefore, took the opportunity of my
father's going to visit a neighbouring gentleman; and, sending for
Joseph, reminded him of the condition on which he had given him the
living, and told him he intended his marriage should take place
immediately.
"Joseph's heart revolted at the indelicacy of Sir Horace's proceedings;
but what was his surprise, when he beheld him enter the secret chamber,
and peremptorily tell Miss Elvyn she must, that instant, accept the man
he had provided for her husband!
"'Never!' cried Eliza.
"'This instant, Madam!' vociferated Sir Horace. 'Henry is married to
Miss Holly; nor will I longer be baffled by your refusal.'
"'Henry married--O God!' she ejaculated. At that moment my father, who
had returned, not finding his friend at home, entered the outward
chamber, and saw the long-lost Eliza, sinking at his father's feet.
"Poor must be the attempt to describe his emotions at that moment: he
flew to raise her, and on her revival an eclaircissement, dreadful
indeed to him, took place. Sir Horace stamped and raved; but still
declared, she should instantly marry Joseph.
"This Joseph resolutely refused to consent to; and severely reproved him
for the measures he had pursued. Sir Horace did not receive the rebuke
unmoved, and was denouncing vengeance on them all, when my mother
likewise entered, to inform him the clergyman he had sent for, was
arrived. What a scene for a wife, like my mother: Eliza was weeping on
the bosom of my father!--there needed no more----
"Oh, Captain Howard, let me pass what followed! Sir Horace, finding it
impossible to terrify them to compliance, as a last resource, sunk on
his knees, and vowed to fix his eternal curse on my father, if they
longer refused the marriage he had proposed: and began to pronounce a
solemn anathema, when the half-distracted Eliza broke from my father's
arms, and throwing herself beside him, implored for mercy on her Henry:
she would consent--she would marry Blond!
"Joseph's horror and agitation were nearly equal to Eliza's, nor dared
he longer urge denial: the clergyman was summoned, and my wretched
father, amidst the taunts and reproaches of his unfeeling wife, was
witness to the marriage!
"This was the last tyranny of which fate allowed Sir Horace to be
guilty. Displeased at a letter, he intercepted, from my grandmother to
my father, he went to Cornwall, and was severely upbraiding her, when
Lady Corbet, who had been some time in a decline, regarded him with a
look of mingled anguish and pity, and, extending her hand to him,
said--'I forgive you, Corbet; but, oh--have mercy on my children!' then,
sinking gently back on her seat, resigned her spirit without a sigh!
"The impressive manner of her last few words, her death, by him so
unexpected, struck to his heart; he felt he had been a tyrant, and had
accelerated an event which must shortly happen to himself; and, for the
first time, wished he had been less severe. The expressive
exclamation--'Have mercy on my children!' still vibrated on his ear: he
returned to the Hall, from whence he was summoned to the bedside of Mr.
Holly, who died a few days after.
"This was too much, even for the callousness of Sir Horace: horror
filled his bosom; and his constitution, apparently robust, yielded to
the agitation of his mind; he took to his bed, and for some days
experienced torments unspeakable. Repeatedly he conjured my father, who
never quitted him, to forgive him; and at last desired to see Joseph and
Mrs. Blond; but the appearance of the pale, emaciated Eliza, added to
his agonies: he struggled for breath.
"'Forgive--forgive me!' he pantingly cried. 'Do not curse me! Oh,
Ellenor! my child, mayest thou find a better friend than thy father has
proved!--Send for my lawyer this instant--let me alter my will: for you,
too, Corbet!--'
"He sunk in the arms of my father.
"At such a moment, could they refuse the forgiveness he entreated? Oh,
no! Death was fast approaching: with a last struggle he seized the hands
of my father and Blond, and, joining them, pronounced an emphatic,
'Bless you!' and immediately expired!
"Mrs. Blond was conveyed to the Parsonage, in a state approaching to
insensibility: my mother was confined to her apartment; but chose to be
present at the opening of the will; where my father, though nominated as
heir, found himself restricted from assisting his sister, or living
separate from his wife, under forfeiture of the greatest part of his
property to the uncontrolled will of my mother, already independent by
the death of her aunt; or, in case of her demise, from marrying Eliza,
under the like forfeiture to a distant branch of the family.
"To Joseph he left two thousand pounds; and the estate in Cornwall, to
my mother, in addition to her jointure.
"My father felt not the restriction till the arrival of his Ellenor;
but, too well had he proved my mother's disposition, to hazard the
alienation of his fortune from me, who was then about three months old;
he therefore conducted her to Blond's, where she was received with open
arms, and settled to her satisfaction, without infringing the clause in
my grandfather's will.
"That my parents were unhappy, was the first idea I imbibed: and as
reason expanded, every sorrow they felt caused equal anguish in my
heart. No wonder then the settled grief, the pale dejection of my
father, rendered him more dear to me, and imperceptibly added to the
ties of affection; and oft have I wept at the wayward behaviour of my
mother, calculated to make him appear in the eyes of the world as a
tyrant: indeed, her pretended gentleness, and resignation to the choice
of her father, in company, were only to be equalled by her unfeeling
haughtiness and contempt, in private!"
"This is a character, Sir Henry," interrupted Mr. Talton angrily, "Lady
Corbet, I am certain, by no means deserves!"
"Think not, Mr. Talton," answered Sir Henry, "I wish wrongfully to
traduce my mother. Hear me with patience, and be yourself the judge.--
"Pride, delicacy, regard for his child, every consideration, forbade his
exposing the duplicity of my mother; and, indeed, had he attempted
it--it would but have confirmed the opinion, her deep-laid project had
established.
"As home was truly disagreeable to my father, he passed the greatest
part of his time at the Parsonage. His friendship with Blond suffered
no diminution; and the society of his sister and Eliza, soothed even
whilst it added to his affliction, for the irretrievable loss of the
latter.
"When I was seven years old, I first accompanied him in his daily
visits; and, with Edward, received my instruction from the worthy Blond.
The infant Eliza, too, claimed my father's attention, and, as he traced
in her the semblance of her mother, he would indulge a wish that she
might one day hail him by the name of father!
"Thus passed seven years; when my father showed evident symptoms of a
decline; but not all the entreaties of my aunt and Blond could urge him
to seek medical assistance.
"Cease, Joseph," he would say, "to importune me. My disease, my brother,
is past all but the power of death to remedy."
"To describe the agonies of my mind, as I saw him sinking to the grave,
is impossible: and none but a son in danger of losing such a father, can
form an idea of them. At last he yielded to my persuasions to try the
air of France, and accordingly set sail for St. Malo's, attended by
Thomas, and two other domestics.
"During his absence, Mallet, who had so abruptly quitted the service of
Mr. Holly, returned to Caermarthen; and was appointed by my mother to
the stewardship of her landed property. This step was highly
disagreeable to my father, and he determined immediately to return: the
malady of his mind was rapidly destroying his constitution; he
entertained no hopes of recovery, he scarcely wished it; and Sister
Francoise being at that time liberated from her monastic vows, he
escorted her to Plymouth, and then returned to the Hall; where, for the
first time in my life, I heard him reproach my mother for her conduct.
Trivial as the circumstance was, it not only rendered home more
disgusting, but appeared to accelerate his dissolution. At the
Parsonage only he looked for peace; whither, under pretence of
wandering in the grounds, I used to follow him; my mother having
prohibited my visits to Blond, and my father, from affection, not
wishing me ever to be from his presence.
"At last he became so feeble, as to be incapable of leaving the Hall;
and my mother changing her usual mode of conduct, became attentive, and
even assiduous about him; so much so, that for three weeks previously to
the period which bereft me of the best of fathers, she rarely quitted
him, even for necessary rest and refreshment. The evening, however,
before he expired, she had retired for a few hours repose, and the
attendants likewise quitting the room, my father looked expressively at
me some moments, and, pressing my hand to his bosom, said,--'The time
will shortly arrive, my Harry, when I shall moulder into dust, and you
be deprived of him who might almost be termed your only parent. Thy
mother--but no matter!... Little of happiness have I experienced in this
world; and, but for thee, should quit it without regret. Yet remember,
Harry, she is thy mother! and, whatever may hereafter reach thy
knowledge, let it not for a moment blot from thy mind the sacredness of
that tie!
"'You will be the inheritor of my fortunes; your mother is already well
provided for; but I charge and entreat you take care of my Ellenor, and
her son: Sir Horace's restriction reaches not to you: and if hereafter
the child of my brother and Eliza should gain your affection, let not
her want of an adequate fortune be a hindrance to your happiness; too
many have already been sacrificed to avarice. Blond knows my sentiments,
and will add a blessing to your father's; he has a copy of my will: the
original you will find in----.'
"The entrance of my mother prevented his finishing the sentence, and her
strict attention afterwards precluded all opportunity of informing me
where he had put his will.
"In the morning Blond, as usual, came to visit my father; and perceiving
a considerable change for the worse, consented to remain, till the life
he prized above his own, should cease to animate its earthly mansion.
"Worthy, affectionate Blond! dear to my memory, must ever be thy
behaviour in that awful hour; when suppressing thy own sorrow, which oft
and oft obtruded to thine eye, thou spakest comfort to the heart of thy
expiring friend, and supportedst the affliction of a son! Rest ye in
peace, beloved pair! Together ye trod the rugged path of life: pure and
sincere was your friendship; and death, unwilling to divide ye,
summoned both to the same sepulchre!"
The emotions of Sir Henry prevented him from proceeding. At last
recovering, he continued.
"My mother behaved at first with the greatest show of sorrow; and the
tears she shed apparently to the memory of my father, revived every
spark of affection; alas! I perceived not the tempest gathering over me,
and ready to dart its most dreadful vengeance on my head.
"The day after the funeral, had been appointed for the perusal of the
will, which was, my mother said, with other papers of consequence, in a
private drawer of my father's escritoire. She desired the attendance of
Blond, as the nearest friend of my father; and, at the stated time, the
will was produced, in the presence of him, a neighbouring clergyman,
Mallet, Thomas, Owen, and the principal domestics; but what was my
surprise, to find my mother declared not only my sole guardian, but
heiress of every part of my father's property, the entailed estates
excepted; and from which I was to have an allowance of only four hundred
pounds, annually, during my minority!
"Indignation sparkled in the penetrating eyes of Blond; whilst he
vehemently declared the will was a false one! 'Here is a copy of the
real one,' he continued, 'which will prove to your shame, Madam, that my
noble brother has chosen a worthier heir than his wife.'
"Quick as lightning my mother tore it from his hands, and the next
instant, forced it between the bars of the grate; whilst, with equal
vehemence, she retorted the charge of forgery, and threatened to deprive
him of his gown for the nefarious action! Never before had I seen Blond
betray the least symptom of passion; and as affection for my mother
prevented my regretting this deprivation of nearly two thirds of my
fortune, I, after the first moment of surprise, endeavoured to mediate
between them; but Blond still declared my father had left me the whole
of his fortune, under the guardianship of the elder St. Ledger and
himself: and my mother as resolutely declared the will produced, was the
real one, and that by which I should abide; and insulted Blond to such a
degree, as a mercenary intermeddler in the family, that, unable to bear
it, he hastily left the Hall. The speed with which he returned to the
Parsonage, joined to the agitation of his spirits, brought on a fever;
which indignation in seeing me thus deprived of my rights, prevented him
from paying proper regard to; this was increased, the following Sunday,
by his getting wet in going to church; where, unable to change his
clothes, he was necessitated to perform divine service in those he had
on. The consequence was, that before the end of the second day, he was
confined to his bed!
"During this, my mother, though exulting in the success of her artifice,
behaved to me with her wonted show of affection; but Blond getting
hourly worse, at last entreated to speak with me; and then it was my
mother first unmasked herself to me!
"She peremptorily refused to let me go--the servant said his master was
expiring! I begged, conjured--at last insisted! But, looking at me with
that haughty contempt, she had too often regarded my father
with--'Recollect yourself, young gentleman,' she said: 'you shall not
go, but where, and to whom I please!--So far at least I can control you.
Insist!' she repeated with increasing hauteur: 'henceforth, Sir, this
apartment is the boundary of your steps, till you have learned to show
more respect to the will of a mother!'
"She quitted the room, leaving me confounded at a behaviour so
unexpected.
"The expiring Blond, however, took full possession of my mind; in him I
was losing a second father; and as I could not but regard my mother's
denial as unfeeling and unjust, I determined to obey the impulse of my
heart: but, on trying the door, I found it locked, and, after some
ineffectual attempts to force it, I was obliged to desist; the window,
however, presented the means of escape; I instantly got out, and lightly
dropping to the ground, hastened through the plantations, to the
Parsonage, where I found my worthy uncle, indeed expiring. As soon as he
beheld me, he extended his hand,
"'Welcome, Sir Henry! From the answer your mother returned to my
request, this was a happiness, with which I dared not flatter myself:
nor could I, as she desired, transmit what I had to impart, in writing.
The urgency of the moment must prevent my dwelling on particulars:--take
this packet, my Henry; given to my care, by your deceased father, to be
delivered to you, on your attaining your one-and-twentieth year, or
before if occasion required.--Keep it carefully from the knowledge of
your mother; the contents will explain the reason, and in part account
for her late conduct: for, the will she produced was forged!--the real
one if not destroyed, you will find in the closet of the secret
apartment: your father, Sir Henry, left you the undivided possession of
his fortune!'
"These were nearly the last words he pronounced, as he expired in less
than an hour after.
"I wonder not, my Eliza, at your tears; and a richer offering than
those which spring from filial affection, cannot ascend to the throne of
mercy!
"I shall pass over the distress of our friends at this juncture; your
own hearts may best do justice to their feelings. It was late in the
evening, when I slowly directed my steps to the Hall; where I
immediately retired to my own room; but, a few minutes after, was
summoned to attend my mother in the apartment where my father died.
"I obeyed.--But ah, who can paint the rage with which she addressed me!
After upbraiding me for leaving the Hall, she demanded for what Blond
had so earnestly desired to see me?
"'Your own heart, Madam,' I replied, 'may best answer that question. The
will produced, he says, was not that of my father.'
"'Insolence unparalleled!' she exclaimed. 'Know, Sir, the estates and
property I hold, were bequeathed me by Sir Horace. Your father for years
supported his vagrant sister, and thereby forfeited them to me!'
"'It is strange then, Lady Corbet,' I replied, 'you did not exert your
right during the life of my father; and not make him will them to you
after his decease: but you mistake, Madam; my father never afforded my
aunt the least pecuniary assistance, nor can you prove it. Her
maintenance has been at the hand of Blond: he was not forbidden to
succour a sister, though my father was.--Why are you agitated,
Madam?--Is there not wealth enough for both, without using illegal means
to enrich yourself: or did my mother think her Henry needed the severity
she has this day shown, to induce his assent to her enjoying the whole
of his fortune, had she wished it?'
"I took her hand; but, casting me from her, she said with increasing
agitation--'The severity you complain of, boy! is nothing to what you
shall experience for this behaviour! From these windows you cannot
escape; this room is your prison; and here you may ruminate, and learn
to dread the anger of your mother!'
"'Ruminate indeed!' I sighed, as she closed and locked the door--'for
inexplicable are thy proceedings.'--But the packet Blond had given me,
he said, would in some measure account for her conduct; to that I
resolved to apply, and, seating myself, broke the seal of this, my
father's last bequest."
Sir Henry drew the packet from his bosom, and, half suppressing a sigh,
read as follows: