It was some time before Bettina realized the changed conditions of
her life consequent upon her husband's extremely small provision for
her. In England, in the only society which she knew, it would be a
mere pittance, after what she had always had there; but in America,
in her old home, which she had always kept as her mother left it, it
would be almost riches. Sometimes she thought of going back there for
good, and leaving the great world in which she had found so little
joy. But it was this world which could give her, as she now knew, the
best substitute that can be offered for joy--active and interesting
occupation. Having once known the inspiration of this, the stagnation
of her old home was not to be thought of for a permanency. It seemed
to her best, however, to go there for a short time to look after the
money interests now become important to her, and from there to seek
some work for the faculties which she had only lately realized that
she possessed.
In her heart she could but feel a certain wounded pride in the
altered position to which her husband had deliberately condemned her.
She felt that it was his way of punishing her for not having been a
more conformable wife. He had not succeeded, in his life, in humbling
her pride; he would therefore do it now. She felt that he must have
had some intention of this sort.
That instinct was confirmed by the family lawyer, who told her, when
he came to have a talk on business, that Lord Hurdly had expressed to
him the supposition, and even the wish, that she should return to
America to live.
Under other conditions her husband's wish would have greatly
influenced her decision, but under these it had no weight whatever.
She could not help feeling that she had been harshly treated. It was
not the actual loss of money that she minded; it was the slight
implied thereby. She had married Lord Hurdly without any pretence of
loving him. He had not required that of her; and she had done her
best to maintain her position as his wife in accordance with his
wishes. These had often conflicted with her own, but in such cases
she had always yielded. She felt, therefore, that she had been
treated with injustice.
The chief sting of this feeling was in connection with the thought of
Horace. It made her flush with shame when she reflected that he was
bound to know that the man for whom she had given him up had treated
her so slightingly. Under the spur of this thought she had a wild
impulse to run away to America, where he should never see or hear of
her again. Business affairs compelled her to remain in England for a
short while, but she was quite determined to leave it before Horace
should arrive.
One morning, quite unexpectedly, she got a cable despatch from him.
It was addressed to Lady Hurdly, at Kingdon Hall, and was in these
words: "Kindly remain and act for me until I can arrive. Unavoidably
detained here.--SPOTSWOOD."
This direct message from the young lover who had once been so near to
her life moved Bettina to strange emotions. She was aware that Mr.
Cortlin, the family lawyer, had written him that she was going away
as soon as possible, and he had, of course, been informed of all the
conditions of his cousin's will. Not one penny had been left him
except what was his by legal right; but Lord Hurdly's personal
fortune had been an inconsiderable part of the estate, so that Horace
was now a man of great wealth as well as the bearer of an old and
noble title.
The signature to this telegram was one of the things that affected
Bettina. The telegrams sent to the lawyers, the rector, and others
had been signed "Hurdly." Several of these she had seen. It seemed to
her, therefore, a very delicate instinct which had caused him to
refrain from the use of her husband's name in addressing her. He had
always been delicate in his intuitions and expressions, or at least
so it had seemed.
The effect of this telegram upon Bettina was to make her more
confused and uncertain in her plans than she had been before. She
felt a strong instinct to avoid meeting Horace again, and yet this
telegram was in the form of a request, and she could hardly refuse to
do him a favor. In the midst of her perplexity a servant brought word
that Mr. Cortlin had arrived and asked to see her.
When the lawyer entered, with his usual obsequious bow, Bettina
received him with a rather cold civility. Her manner had become
distinctly more haughty since her descent in the scale of social and
pecuniary importance.
Mr. Cortlin did not take the seat to which she invited him, but
remained standing, with his hat in his hand, as he said:
"A former client of mine, and friend of his late lordship, Mr.
Fitzwilliam Clarke, who died about a year ago, left in my keeping a
letter to your ladyship, which he instructed me to deliver in person
upon the death of Lord Hurdly. I am come now, my lady, in the
fulfilment of that trust."
Bettina looked at him in amazement.
"There must be some mistake," she said. "I know no Mr. Fitzwilliam
Clarke. I have never even heard his name."
"That may be, my lady, but there is no mistake. This letter was meant
for you."
Bettina took the letter he held out, and opened it with a certain
incredulous haste. Mr. Cortlin at the same moment walked away to a
window, and stood there with his back turned while Bettina read the
following sentences:
"MY DEAR LADY HURDLY,--Should this letter ever come to your
eyes, you will be at that time a widow, as I have left
instructions that it shall be delivered only in the event
of your surviving your husband. By that time I shall have
passed into the unknown world, where, if such things can
be, I shall have had with Lord Hurdly an understanding
which, by the hard conditions he imposed on me, was
impossible in this life. But before leaving the world of
human life and action I wish to make sure that at least one
wrong which came about through me will have been repaired
by me. I am aware that the rupture of your engagement of
marriage to Mr. Horace Spotswood was caused chiefly by a
letter shown you by Lord Hurdly, and purporting to come
from an altogether trustworthy source--a man who was on the
spot and who was a personal friend of his. I was that man.
I was on the spot because I was sent there by Lord Hurdly
for the purpose of writing this letter. For reasons which I
need not enter into he had me in his power, and until one
of us shall be dead he can force me to do his will. If you
ever hold this letter in your hand and read these words we
shall both be dead, and by this letter I desire to make
reparation for a base and cruel wrong which I have helped
to inflict upon an honorable and high-minded gentleman. I
allude to the man who, when you read these words, will bear
the name and title of Lord Hurdly. The things I wrote of
him are in absolute contradiction to the truth, for a
nobler and more loyal heart never beat. You might well
discredit any assurance which comes by means of me, and I
do not ask to have my words accepted. All I expect to
accomplish is that you shall pay enough attention to my
statement to investigate the matter for yourself. He is
well known, and once your ears are open you will hear
enough to prove to you that he has been wronged. That I
have wronged him, though reluctantly and by reason of a
power I could not resist, is the saddest consciousness of
my life.
"That I may possibly by this letter do something, however
late, to repair this wrong is my chief consolation on
leaving the world. I shall carry with me into whatever life
I go an ineradicable resentment against the man who was
Lord Hurdly, and I leave behind me the most ardent and
admiring wishes of my heart for the man who, when you read
this, will bear the noble name and title which his
predecessor, if the truth about him could be known, has so
soiled with treachery in the furtherance of the most
indomitable egotism ever known in mortal man.
"In conclusion, I ask of your ladyship, as I do of all the
world, such gentle judgment as Christian hearts may find it
in them to accord to one whose sins, though many, were of
weakness rather than malice, and who did the evil work of a
malicious man because he had not strength to brave what
that man had it in his power and purpose to do to him in
punishment of the resistance of his will.
"Your ladyship's repentant and unhappy servant,
"FITZWILLIAM CLARKE."
Bettina, in her breathless reading of this letter, had forgotten that
she was not alone. As she finished it and thrust it back into its
envelope she glanced toward the window, and there saw Mr. Cortlin's
figure half hid by the heavy curtains.
"Mr. Cortlin," she said, in a tone which summoned him quickly to her
side, "I wish to ask if you or any other person have any knowledge of
the contents of this letter."
"I can only answer for myself, my lady. I have not. It was delivered
to me sealed as you have found it, and no hint of its purpose told
me."
"Had you a personal knowledge and acquaintance with this Mr. Clarke?"
she asked next.
"I had, my lady. He was in the confidence of his late lordship, who
intrusted to him many of his private affairs."
"The man was under some great obligation to Lord Hurdly, was he not?"
"So I have understood, my lady. Formerly he was in the army, and I
have heard that there was some dark story about him. I have even
heard cheating at cards attributed to him, and it was said that Lord
Hurdly's influence and friendship were all that saved him. The story
was hushed up, but he resigned."
Bettina scarcely followed these last words. A sense of sickening
confusion made her head spin round. The revelation of this letter was
too much for her. The past possessed her like a blighting spell that
she could never hope to shake off, and the knowledge which had come
to her through this letter added a thousandfold to its bitterness.
As to the future, she dared not try to see a step before her feet. To
go through life with the consciousness of this wrong to Horace
unexplained was a thought at which she shuddered. Yet to explain it
under existing circumstances was impossible. The agitation of this
interview had almost overwhelmed her. Mr. Cortlin saw it, and,
ringing for her maid, silently withdrew. When Nora came she found
her mistress pale as death, and very nearly lost to consciousness.
After that interview, so significant for her in so many ways,
Bettina began to long to get away--quite, quite away into another
world--before the master of Kingdon Hall should have set foot in this
one. She was doing her best to take his place and act for him in such
matters as required immediate attention and decision. She could not
refuse to do this, but she was anxious to be gone, to be quite to
herself, so that she might the better look life in the face and see
what could be done with the wretched remnant of her existence. She
had given up all idea of making her residence in England, and there
was no other country in which she had any deep interest, save for the
mournful interest that attached to her mother's grave.
She had asked the lawyer to say to Lord Hurdly that she would, at his
request, delay her departure for America a little while, but that she
was extremely anxious to get off as soon as it would be possible. She
also begged that he would cable when he was coming, as soon as he
could make his plans to do so.
The days were active ones for Bettina in many new and serious ways.
There were numerous business matters which she had to be consulted
about, and these gave her an insight into the affairs of the estate
which showed her far more clearly than ever what need there was for
reform, and revived in her her ardent longing to have a hand in these
reforms. But from all such thoughts as these she turned away
heart-sickened.
There were certain visits from Lord Hurdly's relations which had to
be received, an ordeal that would have tried Bettina sorely had it
not been that she made these the occasion for the investigation of
Horace Spotswood's character, nature, actions, interests, habits,
etc., which the fateful letter had recommended her to make. She had
never had one instant's doubt of the truth of every word contained in
that letter, but it was a sort of bitter pleasure to talk to these
people and draw forth the manifestations of their delight at having
Horace for the head of the family, and their confidence that this
fact would result in pleasure and benefit to them all. From their
ardent appreciation of him Bettina got at the fact of their universal
dislike for the Lord Hurdly recently laid at rest with his ancestors.
Yet it was a relief when all the guests were gone and she was left
alone to the mingled sweet and bitter feelings of her last days as
mistress of Kingdon Hall. The worldly spirit in Bettina, diminished
as it was, had not wholly disappeared, and never would as long as she
was young and healthy and so beautiful. These attributes carried with
them a certain love of display, and although it was a trial to be
borne with dignity, it was still a trial to her to think of losing
forever the splendid place which she had for a short year or two held
in the great world.