CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

How frail, how cowardly is woman's mind!

Yet when strong jealousy inflames the soul,

The weak will roar, and calms to tempests roll.

LEE'S RIVAL QUEENS.

But we must now follow up the motions of Mr Rainscourt, who quitted the

castle, and travelling with great diligence, once more trod the pavement

of the metropolis, which he had quitted in equal haste, but under very

different circumstances. The news of his good fortune had preceded him,

and he received all that homage which is invariably shown to a man who

has many creditors, and the means of satisfying all their demands. As

he had prophesied, the little gentleman in black was as obsequious as

could be desired, and threw out many indirect hints of the pleasure he

should have in superintending Mr Rainscourt's future arrangements; and

by way of reinstating himself in his good graces, acquainted him with a

plan for reducing the amount of the demands that were made upon him.

Rainscourt, who never forgave, so far acceded to the lawyer's wishes, as

to permit him to take that part of the arrangements into his hands; and

after Mr J--- had succeeded in bringing the usurers to reasonable

terms--when all had been duly signed and sealed, not only were his

services declined for the future, but the servants were desired to show

him the street-door.

As his wife had remarked, Rainscourt found no difficulty in making

friends of all sorts, and of both sexes--and he had launched into a

routine of gaiety and dissipation, in which he continued for several

months, without allowing his wife and daughter to interrupt his

amusements, or to enter his thoughts. He had enclosed an order upon the

banker at --- soon after his arrival in London, and he considered that

he had done all that was requisite. Such was not, however, the opinion

of his wife--to be immured in a lonely castle in Ireland, was neither

her intention nor her taste. Finding that repeated letters were

unanswered, in which she requested permission to join him, and pointed

out the necessity that Emily, who was now nearly twelve years old,

should have the advantages of tuition which his fortune could command,

she packed up a slender wardrobe, and in a week arrived in London with

Emily, and drove up to the door of the hotel, to which Rainscourt had

directed that his letters should be addressed.

Rainscourt was not at home when she arrived; announcing herself as his

wife, she was shown upstairs into his apartments, a minute survey of

which, with their contents, was immediately made; and the notes and

letters, which were carelessly strewed upon the tables, and all of which

she took the liberty to peruse, had the effect of throwing Mrs

Rainscourt into a transport of jealousy and indignation. The minutes

appeared hours, and the hours months, until he made his appearance,

which he at last did, accompanied by two fashionable _roues_ with whom

he associated.

The waiters, who happened not to be in the way as he ascended the

stairs, had not announced to him the arrival of his wife, who was

sitting on the sofa in her bonnet and shawl, one hand full of notes and

letters, the superscriptions of which were evidently in a female hand--

and the other holding her handkerchief, as if prepared for a scene. One

leg was crossed over the other, and the foot of the one that was above

worked in the air, up and down, with the force of a piston of a

steam-engine, indicative of the propelling power within--when

Rainscourt, whose voice was heard all the way upstairs, arrived at the

landing-place, and, in answer to a question of one of his companions,

replied--

"Go and see her! Not I--I'm quite tired of her--By Jove, I'd as soon

see my wife;" and as he finished the sentence, entered the apartment,

where the unexpected appearance of Mrs Rainscourt made him

involuntarily exclaim, "Talk of the devil--"

"And she appears, sir," replied the lady, rising, and making a profound

courtesy.

"Pooh, my dear," replied Rainscourt, embarrassed, and unwilling that a

scene should take place before his companions--"I was only joking."

"Good morning, Rainscourt," said one of his friends--"I'm afraid that I

shall be _de trop_."

"And I'm off too, my dear fellow, for there's no saying how the joke may

be taken," added the other, following his companion out of the room.

Emily ran up to her father, and took his hand; and Rainscourt, who was

as much attached to his daughter as his selfish character would permit,

kissed her forehead. Both parties were for a short time silent. Both

preferred to await the attack, rather than commence it; but in a trial

of forbearance of this description, it may easily be supposed that the

gentleman gained the victory. Mrs Rainscourt waited until she found

that she must either give vent to her feelings by words, or that her

whole frame would explode; and the action commenced on her side with a

shower of tears, which ended in violent hysterics. The first were

unheeded by her husband, who always considered them as a kind of scaling

her guns previous to an engagement; but the hysterics rather baffled

him. In his own house, he would have rung for the servants and left

them to repair damages; but at an hotel, an eclat was to be avoided, if

possible.

"Emily, my dear, go to your mother--you know how to help her."

"No, I do not, papa," said the child, crying; "but Norah used to open

her hands."

Rainscourt's eyes were naturally directed to the fingers of his wife, in

which he perceived a collection of notes and letters. He thought it

might be advisable to open her hand, if it were only to recover these

out of her possession. What affection would not have induced him to do,

interest accomplished. He advanced to the sofa, and attempted to open

her clenched hands; but whether Mrs Rainscourt's hysterics were only

feigned, or of such violence as to defy the strength of her husband, all

his efforts to extract the letters proved ineffectual, and, after

several unavailing attempts, he desisted from his exertions.

"What else is good for her, Emily?"

"Water, papa, thrown in her face--shall I ring for some?"

"No, my dear--is there nothing else we can do?"

"Oh, yes, papa, unlace her stays."

Rainscourt, who was not very expert as a lady's maid, had some

difficulty in arriving at the stays through the folds of the gown, _et

cetera_, the more so as Mrs Rainscourt was very violent in her

movements, and he was not a little irritated by sundry pricks which he

received from those indispensable articles of dress, which the fair sex

are necessitated to use, pointing out to us that there are no roses

without thorns. When he did arrive at the desired encasement, he was

just as much puzzled to find an end to what appeared, like the Gordian

knot, to have neither beginning nor end. Giving way to the natural

impatience of his temper, he seized a penknife from the table, to divide

it _a l'Alexandre_. Unfortunately, in his hurry, instead of inserting

the knife on the inside of the lace, so as to cut _to_ him, he cut down

upon it, and not meeting with the resistance which he expected, the

point of the knife entered with no trifling force into the back of Mrs

Rainscourt, who, to his astonishment, immediately started on her legs,

crying, "Would you murder me, Mr Rainscourt?--help, help!"

"It was quite accidental, my dear," said Rainscourt, in a soothing tone,

for he was afraid of her bringing the whole house about her ears. "I

really am quite shocked at my own awkwardness."

"It quite recovered you though, mamma," observed Emily, with great

simplicity, and for which remark, to her astonishment, she was saluted

with a smart box on the ear.

"Why should you be shocked, Mr Rainscourt?" said the lady, who, as her

daughter had remarked, seemed wonderfully recovered from the

phle-_back_-omy which had been administered,--"why should you be shocked

at stabbing me in the back? Have I not wherewithal in my hand to stab

me a thousand times in the heart? Look at these letters, all of which I

have read! You had, indeed, reason to leave me in Galway; but I will

submit to it no longer. Mr Rainscourt, I insist upon an immediate

separation."

"Why should we quarrel, then, my dear, when we are both of one mind?

Now do me the favour to sit down, and talk the matter over quietly.

What is it that you require?"

"First, then, Mr Rainscourt, an acknowledgment on your part, that I am

a most injured, and most ill-treated woman."

"Granted, my dear, if that will add to your happiness; I certainly have

never known your value."

"Don't sneer, sir, if you please. Secondly, a handsome allowance,

commensurate with your fortune."

"Granted, with pleasure, Mrs Rainscourt."

"Thirdly, Mr Rainscourt, an extra allowance for the education and

expenses of my daughter, who will remain under my care."

"Granted, also."

"Further, Mr Rainscourt, to keep up appearances, I wish one of the

mansions on your different estates in England to be appropriated for our

use. Your daughter ought to be known, and reside on the property of

which she is the future heiress."

"A reasonable demand, which I accede to. Is there anything further?"

"Nothing of moment; but, for Emily's sake, I should wish that you should

pay us an occasional visit, and, generally speaking, keep up appearances

before the world."

"That I shall be most happy to do, my dear, and shall always speak of

you, as I feel, with respect and esteem. Is there anything more, Mrs

Rainscourt?"

"There is not; but I believe that if I had been ten times more

exorbitant in my demands," replied the lady, with pique, "that you would

have granted them--for the pleasure of getting rid of me."

"I would, indeed, my dear," replied Rainscourt; "you may command me in

anything, except my own person."

"I require no _other_ partition, sir, than that of your fortune."

"And of that, my dear, you shall, as I have declared, have a liberal

share. So now, Mrs Rainscourt, I think we can have no further occasion

for disagreement. The property in Norfolk, where Admiral De Courcy

resided, is a beautiful spot, and I request you will consider it as your

head-quarters. Of course you will be your own mistress when you feel

inclined to change the scene. And now, as all may be considered as

settled, let us shake hands, and henceforward be good friends."

Mrs Rainscourt gave her hand and sealed the new contract, but,

ill-treated as she had been,--at variance with her husband for years,--

and now convinced that she had been outraged in the tenderest point,

still her heart leaned towards the father of her child. The hand that

now was extended in earnest of future separation, reminded her of the

day when she had offered it in pledge of future fidelity and love, and

had listened with rapture to his reciprocal obligation. She covered her

face with her handkerchief, which was soon moistened with her tears.

Such is woman! To the last moment she cherishes her love, pure as an

emanation from the Deity. In the happy days of confidence and truth, it

sheds a halo round her existence;--in those of sorrow and desertion,

memory, guided by its resistless power, like the gnomon of the dial,

marks but those hours which were sunny and serene.

However, Mrs Rainscourt soon found out that an unlimited credit upon

the banker was no bad substitute for a worthless husband; and, assisted

by her pride, she enjoyed more real happiness and peace of mind than she

had done for many years. During her stay in London, Rainscourt

occasionally paid his respects, behaved with great kindness and

propriety, and appeared not a little proud of the expanding beauty of

his daughter. Mrs Rainscourt not only recovered her spirits, but her

personal attractions; and their numerous acquaintance wondered what

could possess Mr Rainscourt to be indifferent to so lively and so

charming a woman. In a few weeks the mansion was ready to receive them,

and Mrs Rainscourt, with Emily, and a numerous establishment, quitted

the metropolis, to take up their abode in it for the ensuing summer.

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