AT this fearful insult Helen drew back from her father with a cry of
dismay, and then moved toward Hazel with her hands extended, as if to
guard him from another blow, and at the same time deprecate his
resentment. But then she saw his dejected attitude; and she stood
confounded, looking from one to the other.
"I knew him in a moment by his beard," said the general coolly.
"Ah!" cried Helen, and stood transfixed. She glared at Hazel and his
beard with dilating eyes, and began to tremble.
Then she crept back to her father and held him tight; but still looked
over her shoulder at Hazel with dilating eyes and paling cheek.
As for Hazel, his deportment all this time went far toward convicting
him; he leaned against the side of the cave and hung his head in silence,
and his face was ashy pale. When General Rolleston saw his deep distress,
and the sudden terror and repugnance the revelation seemed to create in
his daughter's mind, he felt sorry he had gone so far, and said: "Well,
well; it is not for me to judge you harshly; for you have laid me under a
deep obligation. And, after all, I can see good reasons why you should
conceal your name from other people. But you ought to have told my
daughter the truth."
Helen interrupted him; or, rather, she seemed unconscious he was
speaking. She had never for an instant taken her eye off the culprit. And
now she spoke to him.
"Who, and what are you, sir?"
"My name is Robert Penfold."
"Penfold! Seaton!" cried Helen. "Alias upon alias!" And she turned to her
father in despair. Then to Hazel again. "Are you what papa says?"
"I am."
"Oh, papa! papa!" cried Helen, "then there is no truth nor honesty in all
the world!" And she turned her back on Robert Penfold, and cried and
sobbed upon her father's breast.
Oh, the amazement and anguish of that hour! The pure affection and
reverence that would have blessed a worthy man, wasted on a convict! Her
heart's best treasures flung on a dunghill! This is a woman's greatest
loss on earth. And Helen sank, and sobbed under it.
General Rolleston, whose own heart was fortified, took a shallow view of
the situation; and, moreover, Helen's face was hidden on his bosom; and
what he saw was Hazel's manly and intelligent countenance pale and
dragged with agony and shame.
"Come, come," he said, gently, "don't cry about it; it is not your fault.
And don't be too hard on the man. You told me he had saved your life."
"Would he had not!" said the sobbing girl.
"There, Seaton," said the general, "Now you see the consequences of
deceit; it wipes out the deepest obligations." He resumed, in a different
tone, "But not with me. This is a woman; but I am a man, and know how a
bad man could have abused the situation in which I found you two."
"Not worse than he has done," cried Helen.
"What do you tell me, girl!" said General Rolleston, beginning to tremble
in his turn.
"What could he do worse than steal my esteem and veneration, and drag my
heart's feelings in the dirt? Oh, where--where--can I ever look for a
guide, instructor, and faithful friend, after this? He seemed all truth;
and he is all a lie. The world is all a lie. Would I could leave it this
moment!"
"This is all romantic nonsense," said General Rolleston, beginning to be
angry. "You are a little fool, and in your ignorance and innocence have
no idea how well this young fellow has behaved on the whole. I tell you
that, in spite of this one fault, I should like to shake him by the hand.
I will, too; and then admonish him afterward."
"You shall not. You shall not," cried Helen, seizing him almost violently
by the arm. "You take him by the hand! A monster! How dare you steal into
my esteem? How dare you be a miracle of goodness, self-denial, learning,
and every virtue that a lady might worship and thank God for, when all
the time you are a vile, convicted--"
"I'll thank you not to say that word," said Hazel, firmly.
"I'll call you what you are, if I choose," said Helen, defiantly. But for
all that she did not do it. She said piteously, "What offense had I ever
given you? What crime had I ever committed, that you must make me the
victim of this diabolical deceit? Oh, sir, what powers of mind you have
wasted to achieve this victory over a poor unoffending girl! What was
your motive? What good could come of it to you? He won't speak to me. He
is not even penitent. Sullen and obstinate! He shall be taken to England,
and well punished for it. Papa, it is your duty."
"Helen," said the general, "you ladies are rather too fond of hitting a
man when he is down. And you speak daggers, as the saying is; and then
wish you had bitten your tongue off sooner. You are my child, but you are
also a British subject; and, if you charge me on my duty to take this man
to England and have him imprisoned, I must. But, before you go that
length, you had better hear the whole story."
"Sir," said Robert Penfold, quietly, "I will go back to prison this
minute, if she wishes it."
"How dare you interrupt papa," said Helen, haughtily, but with a great
sob.
"Come, come," said the general, "be quiet, both of you, and let me say my
say." (To Robert.) "You had better turn your head away, for I am a
straightforward man, and I'm going to show her you are not a villain, but
a madman. This Robert Penfold wrote me a letter, imploring me to find him
some honest employment, however menial. That looked well, and I made him
my gardener. He was a capital gardener; but one fine day he caught sight
of you. _You_ are a very lovely girl, though you don't seem to know it;
and _he_ is a madman; and he fell in love with you." Helen uttered an
ejaculation of great surprise. The general resumed: "He can only have
seen you at a distance, or you would recognize him; but (really it is
laughable) he saw you somehow, though you did not see him, and-- Well,
his insanity hurt himself, and did not hurt you. You remember how he
suspected burglars, and watched night after night under your window. That
was out of love for you. His insanity took the form of fidelity and
humble devotion. He got a wound for his pains, poor fellow! and you made
Arthur Wardlaw get him a clerk's place."
"Arthur Wardlaw!" cried Seaton. "Was it to him I owed it?" and he groaned
aloud.
Said Helen: "He hates poor Arthur, his benefactor." Then to Penfold: "If
you are that James Seaton, you received a letter from me."
"I did," said Penfold; and, putting his hand in his bosom, he drew out a
letter and showed it her.
"Let me see it," said Helen.
"Oh, no! don't take this from me, too," said he, piteously.
General Rolleston continued. "The day you sailed he disappeared; and I am
afraid not without some wild idea of being in the same ship with you.
This was very reprehensible. Do you hear, young man? But what is the
consequence? You get shipwrecked together, and the young madman takes
such care of you that I find you well and hearty, and calling him your
guardian angel. And--another thing to his credit--he has set his wits to
work to restore you to the world. These ducks, one of which brings me
here? Of course it was he who contrived that, not you. Young man, you
must learn to look things in the face; this young lady is not of your
sphere, to begin; and, in the next place, she is engaged to Mr. Arthur
Wardlaw; and I am come out in his steamboat to take her to him. And as
for you, Helen, take my advice; think what most convicts are, compared to
this one. Shut your eyes entirely to his folly as I shall; and let you
and I think only of his good deeds, and so make him all the return we
can. You and I will go on board the steamboat directly; and, when we are
there, we can tell Moreland there is somebody else on the island." He
then turned to Penfold, and said: "My daughter and I will keep in the
after-part of the vessel, and anybody that likes can leave the ship at
Valparaiso. Helen, I know it is wrong; but what can I do?--I am so happy.
You are alive and well; how can I punish or afflict a human creature
to-day? and, above all, how can I crush this unhappy young man, without
whom I should never have seen you again in this world? My daughter! my
dear lost child!"
And he held her at arm's length and gazed at her, and then drew her to
his bosom; and for him Robert Penfold ceased to exist, except as a man
that had saved his daughter.
"Papa," said Helen, after a long pause, "just make him tell why he could
not trust to me. Why, he passed himself off to me for a clergyman."
"I am a clergyman," said Robert Penfold.
"Oh!" said Helen, shocked to find him so hardened, as she thought. She
lifted her hands to heaven, and the tears streamed from her eyes. "Well,
sir," said she, faintly, "I see I cannot reach your conscience. One
question more and then I have done with you forever. Why in all these
months that we have been alone, and that you have shown me the nature, I
don't say of an honest man, but of an angel--yes, papa, of an angel--why
could you not show me one humble virtue, sincerity? It belongs to a man.
Why could you not say, 'I have committed one crime in my life, but
repented forever; judge by this confession, and by what you have seen of
me, whether I shall ever commit another. Take me as I am, and esteem me
as a penitent and more worthy man; but I will not deceive you and pass
for a paragon.' Why could you not say as much as this to me? If you loved
me, why deceive me so cruelly?"
These words, uttered no longer harshly, but in a mournful, faint,
despairing voice, produced an effect the speaker little expected. Robert
Penfold made two attempts to speak, but though he opened his mouth, and
his lips quivered, he could get no word out. He began to choke with
emotion; and, though he shed no tears, the convulsion that goes with
weeping in weaker natures overpowered him in a way that was almost
terrible.
"Confound it!" said General Rolleston, "this is monstrous of you, Helen;
it is barbarous. You are not like your poor mother."
She was pale and trembling, and the tears flowing; but she showed her
native obstinacy. She said hoarsely: "Papa, you are blind. He _must_
answer me. He knows he must!"
"I must," said Robert Penfold, gasping still. Then he manned himself by a
mighty effort, and repeated with dignity, "I will."
There was a pause while the young man still struggled for composure and
self-command.
"Was I not often on the point of telling you my sad story? Then is it
fair to say that I should never have told it you? But, oh, Miss
Rolleston, you don't know what agony it may be to an unfortunate man to
tell the truth. There are accusations so terrible, so _defiling,_ that,
when a man has proved them false, they still stick to him and soil him.
Such an accusation I labor under, and a judge and a jury have branded me.
If they had called me a murderer, I would have told you; but _that_ is
such a dirty crime. I feared the prejudices of the world. I dreaded to
see your face alter to me. Yes, I trembled, and hesitated, and asked
myself whether a man is bound to repeat a foul slander against himself,
even when thirteen shallow men have said it, and made the lie law."
"There," said General Rolleston, "I thought how it would be, Helen; you
have tormented him into defending himself, tooth and nail; so now we
shall have the old story; he is innocent; I never knew a convict that
wasn't, if he found a fool to listen to him. I decline to hear another
word. You needn't excuse yourself for changing your name; I excuse it,
and that is enough. But the boat is waiting, and we can't stay to hear
you justify a felony."
"I AM NOT A FELON. I AM A MARTYR."