DANIEL THWAITE'S LETTER.
On the day following that on which Daniel Thwaite had visited Lady
Lovel in Keppel Street, the Countess received from him a packet
containing a short note to herself, and the following letter
addressed to Lady Anna. The enclosure was open, and in the letter
addressed to the Countess the tailor simply asked her to read and to
send on to her daughter that which he had written, adding that if she
would do so he would promise to abide by any answer which might come
to him in Lady Anna's own handwriting. Daniel Thwaite when he made
this offer felt that he was giving up everything. Even though the
words might be written by the girl, they would be dictated by the
girl's mother, or by those lawyers who were now leagued together
to force her into a marriage with the Earl. But it was right, he
thought,--and upon the whole best for all parties,--that he should
give up everything. He could not bring himself to say so to the
Countess or to any of those lawyers, when he was sent for and told
that because of the lowliness of his position a marriage between him
and the highly born heiress was impossible. On such occasions he
revolted from the authority of those who endeavoured to extinguish
him. But, when alone, he could see at any rate as clearly as they
did, the difficulties which lay in his way. He also knew that there
was a great gulf fixed, as Miss Alice Bluestone had said,--though he
differed from the young lady as to the side of the gulf on which lay
heaven, and on which heaven's opposite. The letter to Lady Anna was
as follows;--
MY DEAREST,
This letter if it reaches you at all will be given to you
by your mother, who will have read it. It is sent to her
open that she may see what I say to you. She sent for me
and I went to her this evening, and she told me that it
was impossible that I should ever be your husband. I was
so bold as to tell her ladyship that there could be no
impossibility. When you are of age you can walk out from
your mother's house and marry me, as can I you; and no one
can hinder us. There is nothing in the law, either of God
or man, that can prevent you from becoming my wife,--if it
be your wish to be so. But your mother also said that it
was not your wish, and she went on to say that were you
not bound to me by ties of gratitude you would willingly
marry your cousin, Lord Lovel. Then I offered to meet you
in the presence of your mother,--and in the presence too
of Lord Lovel,--and to ask you then before all of us to
which of us two your heart was given. And I promised that
if in my presence you would stretch out your right hand to
the Earl neither you nor your mother should be troubled
further by Daniel Thwaite. But her ladyship swore to me,
with an oath, that I should never be allowed to see you
again.
I therefore write to you, and bid you think much of what
I say to you before you answer me. You know well that I
love you. You do not suspect that I am trying to win you
because you are rich. You will remember that I loved you
when no one thought that you would be rich. I do love you
in my heart of hearts. I think of you in my dreams and
fancy then that all the world has become bright to me,
because we are walking together, hand-in-hand, where none
can come between to separate us. But I would not wish you
to be my wife, just because you have promised. If you do
not love me,--above all, if you love this other man,--say
so, and I will have done with it. Your mother says that
you are bound to me by gratitude. I do not wish you to be
my wife unless you are bound to me by love. Tell me then
how it is;--but, as you value my happiness and your own,
tell me the truth.
I will not say that I shall think well of you, if you have
been carried away by this young man's nobility. I would
have you give me a fair chance. Ask yourself what has
brought him as a lover to your feet. How it came to pass
that I was your lover you cannot but remember. But, for
you, it is your first duty not to marry a man unless you
love him. If you go to him because he can make you a
countess you will be vile indeed. If you go to him because
you find that he is in truth dearer to you than I am,
because you prefer his arm to mine, because he has wound
himself into your heart of hearts,--I shall think your
heart indeed hardly worth the having; but according to
your lights you will be doing right. In that case you
shall have no further word from me to trouble you.
But I desire that I may have an answer to this in your own
handwriting.
Your own sincere lover,
DANIEL THWAITE.
In composing and copying and recopying this letter the tailor sat up
half the night, and then very early in the morning he himself carried
it to Keppel Street, thus adding nearly three miles to his usual walk
to Wigmore Street. The servant at the lodging-house was not up, and
could hardly be made to rise by the modest appeals which Daniel made
to the bell; but at last the delivery was effected, and the forlorn
lover hurried back to his work.
The Countess as she sat at breakfast read the letter over and over
again, and could not bring herself to decide whether it was right
that it should be given to her daughter. She had not yet seen Lady
Anna since she had sent the poor offender away from the house in
anger, and had more than once repeated her assurance through Mrs.
Bluestone that she would not do so till a promise had been given
that the tailor should be repudiated. Should she make this letter
an excuse for going to the house in Bedford Square, and of seeing
her child, towards whom her very bowels were yearning? At this time,
though she was a countess, with the prospect of great wealth, her
condition was not enviable. From morning to night she was alone,
unless when she would sit for an hour in Mr. Goffe's office, or on
the rarer occasions of a visit to the chambers of Serjeant Bluestone.
She had no acquaintances in London whatever. She knew that she
was unfitted for London society even if it should be open to her.
She had spent her life in struggling with poverty and powerful
enemies,--almost alone,--taking comfort in her happiest moments in
the strength and goodness of her old friend Thomas Thwaite. She now
found that those old days had been happier than these later days.
Her girl had been with her and had been,--or had at any rate seemed
to be,--true to her. She had something then to hope, something to
expect, some happiness of glory to which she could look forward.
But now she was beginning to learn,--nay had already learned, that
there was nothing for her to expect. Her rank was allowed to her.
She no longer suffered from want of money. Her cause was about to
triumph,--as the lawyers on both sides had seemed to say. But in
what respect would the triumph be sweet to her? Even should her girl
become the Countess Lovel, she would not be the less isolated. None
of the Lovels wanted her society. She had banished her daughter to
Bedford Square, and the only effect of the banishment was that her
daughter was less miserable in Bedford Square than she would have
been with her mother in Keppel Street.
She did not dare to act without advice, and therefore she took the
letter to Mr. Goffe. Had it not been for a few words towards the end
of the letter she would have sent it to her daughter at once. But the
man had said that her girl would be vile indeed if she married the
Earl for the sake of becoming a countess, and the widow of the late
Earl did not like to put such doctrine into the hands of Lady Anna.
If she delivered the letter of course she would endeavour to dictate
the answer;--but her girl could be stubborn as her mother; and how
would it be with them if quite another letter should be written than
that which the Countess would have dictated?
Mr. Goffe read the letter and said that he would like to consider
it for a day. The letter was left with Mr. Goffe, and Mr. Goffe
consulted the Serjeant. The Serjeant took the letter home to Mrs.
Bluestone, and then another consultation was held. It found its
way to the very house in which the girl was living for whom it was
intended, but was not at last allowed to reach her hand. "It's a fine
manly letter," said the Serjeant.
"Then the less proper to give it to her," said Mrs. Bluestone, whose
heart was all softness towards Lady Anna, but as hard as a millstone
towards the tailor.
"If she does like this young lord the best, why shouldn't she tell
the man the truth?" said the Serjeant.
"Of course she likes the young lord the best,--as is natural."
"Then in God's name let her say so, and put an end to all this
trouble."
"You see, my dear, it isn't always easy to understand a girl's mind
in such matters. I haven't a doubt which she likes best. She is not
at all the girl to have a vitiated taste about young men. But you see
this other man came first, and had the advantage of being her only
friend at the time. She has felt very grateful to him, and as yet she
is only beginning to learn the difference between gratitude and love.
I don't at all agree with her mother as to being severe with her.
I can't bear severity to young people, who ought to be made happy.
But I am quite sure that this tailor should be kept away from her
altogether. She must not see him or his handwriting. What would she
say to herself if she got that letter? 'If he is generous, I can be
generous too;' and if she ever wrote him a letter, pledging herself
to him, all would be over. As it is, she has promised to write to
Lord Lovel. We will hold her to that; and then, when she has given
a sort of a promise to the Earl, we will take care that the tailor
shall know it. It will be best for all parties. What we have got to
do is to save her from this man, who has been both her best friend
and her worst enemy." Mrs. Bluestone was an excellent woman, and
in this emergency was endeavouring to do her duty at considerable
trouble to herself and with no hope of any reward. The future
Countess when she should become a Countess would be nothing to her.
She was a good woman;--but she did not care what evil she inflicted
on the tailor, in her endeavours to befriend the daughter of the
Countess.
The tailor's letter, unseen and undreamt of by Lady Anna, was sent
back through the Serjeant and Mr. Goffe to Lady Lovel, with strong
advice from Mr. Goffe that Lady Anna should not be allowed to see
it. "I don't hesitate to tell you, Lady Lovel, that I have consulted
the Serjeant, and that we are both of opinion that no intercourse
whatever should be permitted between Lady Anna Lovel and Mr. Daniel
Thwaite." The unfortunate letter was therefore sent back to the
writer with the following note;--"The Countess Lovel presents her
compliments to Mr. Daniel Thwaite, and thinks it best to return the
enclosed. The Countess is of opinion that no intercourse whatever
should take place between her daughter and Mr. Daniel Thwaite."
Then Daniel swore an oath to himself that the intercourse between
them should not thus be made to cease. He had acted as he thought
not only fairly but very honourably. Nay;--he was by no means sure
that that which had been intended for fairness and honour might not
have been sheer simplicity. He had purposely abstained from any
clandestine communication with the girl he loved,--even though she
was one to whom he had had access all his life, with whom he had
been allowed to grow up together;--who had eaten of his bread and
drank of his cup. Now her new friends,--and his own old friend the
Countess,--would keep no measures with him. There was to be no
intercourse whatever! But, by the God of heaven, there should be
intercourse!