Thus far our chronicle--and now we pause,
Though not for want of matter, but 'tis time.
BYRON.
Amber, or Julie de Fontanges, as we must now call her, quitted the abode
of her kind protector, in such distress, that it was evident she
regretted the discovery which had been made. She was too young to be
aware of the advantages of high birth, and her removal was for some time
a source of unfeigned regret. It appeared to her that nothing could
compensate for the separation from her supposed father, who doated on
her, from Mrs Forster, who had watched over her, from Nicholas, who
amused her, and from Newton, whom she loved as a brother. But the idea
of going to a foreign country, and never seeing them or William Aveleyn
again, and, though last, not least, to find that she was not an
Englishwoman, and in future must not rejoice at their victories over her
own nation, occasioned many a burst of tears when left alone to her own
meditations. It was long before the devotion of her father, and the
fascinating attentions of Monsieur and Madame de Fontanges, could induce
her to be resigned to her new condition. Mr John Forster felt his
bereavement more deeply than could have been supposed. For many days
after the departure of Julie, he seldom spoke, never made his
appearance, except at dinner-time, and as soon as the meal was finished
hastened to his chambers, where he remained very late. Intense
application was the remedy which he had selected to dispel his care, and
fill up the vacuum created by the absence of his darling child.
"Newton," said he, one evening, as they discussed a bottle of port,
"have you considered what I proposed? I confess to you that I am more
than ever anxious for the match; I cannot part with that dear child, and
you can bring her back to me."
"I have reflected, sir; but the case must be viewed in a very different
light. You might affiance your adopted daughter at her early age, but
the Marquis de Fontanges may not be so inclined; nay, further, sir, it
is not impossible that he may dislike the proposed match. He is of a
very noble family."
"I have thought on that subject," replied Mr John Forster; "but our
family is as well descended, and quite well enough for any Frenchman,
let him be a marquis, or even a duke. Is that the only obstacle you
intend to raise--or, if this is removed, will you again plead your
attachment to another?"
"It is the only one which I mean to raise at present, sir. I
acknowledge Julie de Fontanges to be a sweet girl, and, as a relation, I
have long been much attached to her."
"Humph!" replied the old lawyer, "I always thought you a sensible lad--
we shall see."
Now, be it observed, that there was a certain degree of the jesuitical
on the part of our friend Newton on this occasion, excusable only from
his wish that the mortification of his uncle at the disappointment of
his hopes should not be occasioned by any further resistance on his
part.
To Monsieur de Fontanges, who was aware of Newton's attachment to
Isabel, he had, previous to the discovery which had taken place,
communicated the obstacle to his union, raised by the pertinacity of his
uncle. After the removal of Julie, Monsieur de Fontanges acquainted his
brother with the wishes of Mr John Forster, and explained to him how
much they were at variance with those of Newton.
The first time that Newton called upon the marquis, the latter shaking
him warmly by the hand, said,--"I have been informed, my dear Newton, by
my brother, of the awkward predicament in which you are placed by the
wish of your uncle that you should marry my Julie when she grows up.
Believe me, when I say it, there is no man to whom I would sooner
confide the happiness of my daughter, and that no consideration would
induce me to refuse you, if you really sought her hand; but I know your
wishes, and your attachment to Miss Revel, therefore be quite easy on
the subject. Your uncle made his proposition when Julie had no father
to be consulted; the case is now different, and, for your sake, I
intend, for a time, to injure myself in the opinion of your good
relation. I shall assume, I trust, what, if ever I had it, would be
immediately sacrificed to gratitude--I mean high aristocratical pride;
and should your uncle make the proposal, refuse it upon the grounds that
you are not noble by _descent_. No one will deny your nobility on any
other point. Do you understand me, Newton? and will my so doing be
conformable to your wishes?"
"It will, Monsieur le Marquis, and I thank you most sincerely."
"Then make no objection when he proposes the match a second time; leave
all the obloquy on my shoulders," said the marquis, smiling.
This arrangement having been made, it was not surprising that Newton
heard his uncle's renewal of the proposition with such calmness and
apparent acquiescence.
"We dine with the marquis to-morrow, Newton," observed Mr John Forster;
"I shall take an opportunity after dinner of requesting a few minutes'
interview, when I shall put the question to him."
"Certainly, sir, if you think right," replied Newton.
"Well, I'm glad the dear girl has changed that foolish name of Amber.
What could possess my brother! Julie is very fine, nevertheless; but
then she was christened by French people."
The next day the parties met at dinner. Isabel Revel had been asked;
and, having heard from Madame de Fontanges of the plan agreed upon, and
anxious to see the old lawyer, she had consented to join the party. The
dinner passed off as most dinners do when the viands and wines are good,
and every body is inclined to be happy. Isabel was placed next to Mr
Forster, who, without knowing who she was, felt much pleased with the
deference and attention of so beautiful a young woman.
"Newton," said his uncle, when the ladies retired, and the gentlemen
packed up their chairs, "who was that young lady who sat next to me?"
"The young lady, my dear uncle, whom I did wish to introduce to you as
my intended wife--Miss Isabel Revel."
"Humph!--why, you never spoke to her before dinner, or paid her any
common civility!"
"You forget, sir, your injunctions, and--"
"That's no reason, nephew, why you should forget common civility. I
requested that you would not marry the young lady; but I never desired
you to commit an act of rudeness. She is a very nice young person; and
politeness is but a trifle, although marriage is a very serious thing."
In pursuance of his plans, when the gentlemen rose, Mr John Forster
requested a few minutes' conversation with the marquis, who, bowing
politely, showed the way to a small study on the same floor.
Mr Forster immediately stated his wish that an engagement should be
formed between his nephew and Julie de Fontanges.
"Mr Forster," replied the marquis, drawing up proudly, the obligations
I am under to your family are so great, that there are but few points in
which I could refuse you; and I therefore am quite distressed that, of
this proposal, I am obliged to decline the honour. You may be ignorant,
Mr Forster, that the family of the de Fontanges is one of the oldest in
France; and, with every respect for you and your nephew, and all
gratitude for your kindness, I cannot permit my daughter to form a
_mesalliance_.
"A _mesalliance_!--humph! I presume, sir, in plain English, it means
marrying beneath her rank in life?"
The marquis bowed.
"I beg to observe, sir," said Mr John Forster, "that our family is a
very old one. I can show you our pedigree. It has lain for some years
by the side of your daughter's bundle in the iron safe."
"I have no doubt of the excellence of your family, Mr Forster. I can
only express my deep regret that it is not _noble_. Excuse me, Mr
Forster; except you can prove that--"
"Why, I could prove it by purchasing a dozen marquisates, if I thought
proper!"
"Granted, Mr Forster. In our country they are to be purchased; but we
make a great difference between the _parvenus_ of the present day and
the _ancienne noblesse_."
"Well, Mr Marquis, just as you please; but I consider myself quite as
good as a French marquis," replied Mr Forster, in a tone of irritation.
"Better than many, I have no doubt; but still, we draw the line. Noble
blood, Mr Forster."
"Noble fiddlestick! Monsieur le Marquis, in this country, and the
inhabitants are not fools, we allow money to weigh against rank. It
purchases that as it does everything else, except heaven. Now, Monsieur
le Marquis--"
"Excuse me, sir; no money will purchase the hand of Julie de Fontanges,"
replied the marquis.
"Well, then, Monsieur le Marquis, I should think that the obligations
you are under in restoring your daughter to your arms--"
"Warrants your asking for her back again, Mr Forster?" replied the
marquis, haughtily; "a labourer might find this diamond _solitaire_
that's now upon my finger. Does it therefore follow that I am to make
him a present of it?"
"Humph!" ejaculated Mr Forster, much affronted with the comparison.
"In short, my dear sir, any thing which you or your family can think of;
which it is in our power to grant, will make us most happy; but to
_sully_ the blood of the most ancient--"
John Forster would hear no more; he quitted the room and walked up
stairs before the marquis had completed his speech. When he entered the
drawing-room, his countenance plainly expressed his disappointment.
Like all men who have toiled for riches, he had formed plans in which he
considered his wealth was to command success, and had overlooked every
obstacle which might present itself against the completion of his
wishes.
"Newton," said he, as they stood apart near the window, "you have been a
good lad in not persisting to thwart my views, but that French marquis,
with his folly and his `ancienne noblesse,' has overthrown all my plans.
Now, I shall not interfere with yours. Introduce me to Miss what's her
name; she is a very fine girl, and from what I saw of her during dinner,
I like her very much."
Isabel exerted herself to please, and succeeded. Satisfied with his
nephew's choice, flattered by his previous apparent submission, and
disgusted with the marquis, Mr John Forster thought no more of
Mademoiselle de Fontanges. His consent was voluntary, and in a short
time Isabel Revel changed her name.
It was about five months after Newton's marriage that he received a
letter from the Board, appointing him to the command of a ship. Newton
handed the letter over to Mr Forster.
"I presume, sir, it is your wish that I should accept the offer?"
"What offer?" said the old lawyer, who was reading through a case for
counsel's opinions. "Melville--for Madras and China.--Why, Newton, I
really do not see any occasion for your going afloat again. There is an
old proverb--`The pitcher that goes often to the well is broken at
last.' You're not tired of your wife already?"
"I hope not, sir; but I thought it might be your wish."
"It's my wish that you should stay at home. A poor man may go to sea,
because he stands a chance to come home rich; but a man who has money in
hand and in prospect, if he goes to sea, he is a fool. Follow your
profession as long as you require it, but no longer."
"Why then do you work so hard, my dear sir," said Isabel, leaning over
the old gentleman, and kissing him, in gratitude for his decision.
"Surely you can afford to relax a little now?"
"Why do I work so hard, Isabel?" replied Mr Forster, looking up at her
through his spectacles. "Why you expect to have a family, do you not?"
Isabel blushed; the expectation was undeniable.
"Well, then, I presume the children will have no objection to find a few
thousands more to be divided among them by-and-bye--will they,
daughter?"
The conversation was interrupted by the entry of a servant with a
letter; Mr Forster broke the seal, and looked at the signature.
"Humph! from the proud old marquis. `Very sorry, for a short period, to
have fallen in your good opinion--should have rejoiced to have called
Newton my son-in-law!'--Humph! `Family pride all assumed--Newton's
happiness at stake--trust the deceit will be pardoned, and a renewal of
former intimacy.' Why, Newton, is all this true?"
"Ask Isabel, sir," replied, Newton, smiling.
"Well, then, Isabel, is all this true?"
"Ask Newton, sir," replied Isabel, kissing him. "The fact is, my dear
sir, I could not afford to part with Newton, even to please you, so we
made up a little plot."
"Humph!--made up a little plot--well--I shan't alter my will,
nevertheless;" and Mr Forster recommenced the reading of his brief.
Such is the history of Newton Forster, which, like most novels or plays,
has been wound up with marriage. The last time that I appeared before
my readers, they were dissatisfied with the termination of my story;
they considered I had deprived them of a happy marriage, to which, as an
undoubted right, they were entitled, after wading through three tedious
volumes. As I am anxious to keep on good terms with the public, I
hasten to repair the injury which it has sustained, by stating that
about three years after the marriage of Newton Forster, the following
paragraph appeared in the several papers of the metropolis.
"Yesterday, by special license, the Right Honourable William Lord
Aveleyn to Mademoiselle Julie de Fontanges, only daughter of the Marquis
de Fontanges, late governor of the Island of Bourbon. The marriage was
to have been solemnised in December last, but was postponed, in
consequence of the death of the late Lord Aveleyn. After the ceremony,
the happy couple," etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
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And now, most arbitrary public, I consider that I have made the _amende
honorable_, and that we are quits; for, if you were minus a happy
marriage in the last work, you have a couple to indemnify you in the
present.