Casa Dodd, Florence.
Dearest Kitty,--Seventeen long and closely written pages to you--the
warm out-gushings of my heart--have I just consigned to the flames.
They contained the journal of my life in Florence,--all my thoughts and
hopes, my terrors, my anxieties, and my day-dreams. Why, then, will you
say, have they met this fate? I will tell you, Kitty. Of the feelings
there recorded, of the emotions depicted, of the very events themselves,
nothing--absolutely nothing--now remains; and my poor, distracted,
forlorn heart no more resembles the buoyant spirit of yesterday than the
blackened embers before me are like the carefully inscribed pages I had
once destined for your hand. Pity me, dearest Kitty,--pour out every
compassionate thought of your kindred heart, and let me feel that, as
the wind sweeps over the snowy Apennines, it bears the tender sighs of
your affection to one who lives but to be loved! But a week ago, and
what a world was opening before me,--a world brilliant in all that makes
life a triumph! We were launched upon the sunny sea of high society,
our "argosy" a noble and stately ship; and now, Kitty, we lie stranded,
shattered, and shipwrecked.
Do not expect from me any detailed account of our disasters. I am
unequal to the task. It is not at the moment of being cast away that the
mariner can recount the story of his wreck. Enough if these few lines be
like the chance words which, enclosed in a bottle, are committed to the
waves, to tell at some distant date and in some far-away land the tale
of impending ruin.
It is in vain I try to collect my thoughts: feelings too acute to be
controlled burst in upon me at each moment and my sobs convulse me as I
write. These lines must therefore bear the impress of the emotions that
dictate them, and be broken, abrupt, mayhap incoherent!
He is false, Kitty!--false to the heart that he had won, and the
affections where he sat enthroned! Yes, by the blackest treason has he
requited my loyalty and rewarded my devotion. If ever there was a pure
and holy love, it was mine. It was not the offspring of self-interest,
for I knew that he was married; nor was I buoyed up by dreams of
ambition, for I always knew the great difficulty of obtaining a
divorce. But I loved him, as the classic maiden wept,--because it was
inconsolable! It is not in my heart to deny the qualities of his gifted
nature. No, Kitty, not even now can I depreciate them. How accomplished
as a linguist!--how beautifully he drove!--how exquisitely he
danced!--what perfection was his dress!--how fascinating his manners!
There was--so to say--an idiosyncrasy--an idealism about him;
his watchguard was unlike any other,--the very perfume of his
pocket-handkerchief was the invention of his own genius.
And then, the soft flattery of his attentions before the world, bestowed
with a delicacy that only high breeding ever understands. What wonder
if my imagination followed where my heart had gone before, and if the
visions of a future blended with the ecstasies of the present!
I cannot bring myself to speak of his treachery. No, Kitty, it would be
to arraign myself were I to do so. My heartstrings are breaking, as
I ask myself, "Is this, then, the love that I inspired? Are these the
proofs of a devotion I fondly fancied eternal?" No more can I speak of
our last meeting, the agony of which must endure while life remains.
When he left me, I almost dreaded that in his despair he might be driven
to suicide. He fled from the house,--it was past midnight,--and never
appeared the whole of the following day; another and another passed
over,--my terrors increased, my fears rose to madness. I could restrain
myself no longer, and hurried away to confide my agonizing sorrows to
James's ear. It was early, and he was still sleeping. As I stole across
the silent room, I saw an open note upon the table,--I knew the hand and
seized it at once. There were but four lines, and they ran thus:--
"Dear Jim,--The birds are wild and not very plenty; but
there is some capital boar-shooting, and hares in abundance.
"They tell me Lady George is in Florence; pray see her, and
let me know how she 's looking.
"Ever yours,
"George Tiverton.
"MAREMMA."
I tottered to a seat, Kitty, and burst into tears. Yours are now falling
for me,--I feel it,--I know it, dearest I can write no more.
I am better now, dearest Kitty. My heart is stilled, its agonies are
calmed, but my blanched cheek, my sunken eye, my bloodless lip, my
trembling hand, all speak my sorrows, though my tongue shall utter
them no more. Never again shall that name escape me, and I charge your
friendship never to whisper it to my ears.
From myself and my own fortunes I turn away as from a theme barren and
profitless. Of Mary Anne--the lost, the forlorn, and the broken-hearted,
you shall hear no more.
On Friday last--was it Friday?--I really forget days and dates and
everything--James, who has latterly become totally changed in temper
and appearance, contrived to fix a quarrel of some kind or other on Sir
Morris Penrhyn. The circumstance was so far the more unfortunate, since
Sir M. had shown himself most kind and energetic about mamma's release,
and mainly, I believe, contributed to that result. In the dark obscurity
that involves the whole affair, we have failed to discover with whom the
offence originated, or what it really was. We only know that James wrote
a most indiscreet and intemperate note to Sir Morris, and then hastened
away to appoint a friend to receive his message. By the merest accident
he detected, in a passing travelling-carriage, a well-known face,
followed it, and discovered--whom, think you?--but our former friend and
neighbor, Dr. Belton.
He was on his way to England with despatches from Constantinople;
but, fortunately for James, received a telegraphic message to wait at
Florence for more recent news from Vienna before proceeding farther.
James at once induced him to act for him; and firmly persuaded that
a meeting must ensue, set out himself for the Modense frontier beyond
Lucca.
I have already said that we know nothing of the grounds of quarrel; we
probably never shall; but whatever they were, the tact and delicacy of
Dr. B., aided by the unvarying good sense and good temper of Sir Morris,
succeeded in overcoming them; and this morning both these gentlemen
drove here in a carriage, and had a long interview with papa. The room
in which he received them adjoined my own, and though for a long time
the conversation was maintained in the dull, monotonous tone of ordinary
speakers, at last I heard hearty laughter, in which papa's voice was
eminently conspicuous.
With a heart relieved of a heavy load, I dressed, and went into the
drawing-room. I wore a very becoming dark blue silk, with three deep
flounces, and as many falls of Valenciennes lace on my sleeves. My hair
was "a l'Imperatrice," and altogether, Kitty, I felt I was looking my
very best; not the less, perhaps, that a certain degree of expectation
had given me a faint color, and imparted a heightened animation to my
features. I was alone, too, and seated in a large, low arm-chair, one of
those charming inventions of modern skill, whose excellence is to unite
grace with comfort, and make ease itself subsidiary to elegance.
I could see in the glass at one side of me that my attitude was well
chosen, and even to my instep upon the little stool the effect was good.
Shall I own to you, Kitty, that I was bent on astonishing this poor
native doctor with a change a year of foreign travel had wrought in me?
I actually longed to enjoy the amazed look with which he would survey
me, and mark the deferential humility struggling with the remembrance
of former intimacy. A hundred strange fancies shot through me,--shall
I fascinate him by mere externals, or shall I condescend to captivate?
Shall I delight him by memories of home and of long ago, or shall
I shock him by the little levities of foreign manner? Shall I be
brilliant, witty, and amusing, or shall I show myself gentle and
subdued, or shall I dash my manner with a faint tinge of eccentricity,
just enough to awaken interest by exciting anxiety?
I was almost ashamed to think of such an amount of preparation against
so weak an adversary. It seemed ungenerous and even unfair, when
suddenly I heard a carriage drive away from the door. I could have cried
with vexation, but at the same instant heard papa's voice on the
stairs, saying, "If you 'll step into the drawing-room, I 'll join you
presently;" and Dr. Belton entered.
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I expected, if not humility, dearest, at least deference, mingled with
intense astonishment and, perhaps, admiration. Will you believe me when
I tell you that he was just as composed, as easy and unconstrained as
if it was my sister Cary! The very utmost I could do was to restrain
my angry sense of indignation; I'm not, indeed, quite certain that I
succeeded in this, for I thought I detected at one moment a half-smile
upon his features at a sally of more than ordinary smartness which I
uttered.
I cannot express to you how much he is disimproved, not in appearance,
for I own that he is remarkably good-looking, and, strange to say, has
even the air and bearing of fashion about him. It is his manners, Kitty,
his insufferable ease and self-sufficiency, that I allude to. He talked
away about the world and society, about great people and their habits,
as if they were amongst his earliest associations. He was not astonished
at anything; and, stranger than all, showed not the slightest desire to
base his present acquaintance upon our former intimacy.
I told him I detested Ireland, and hoped never to go back there. He
coldly remarked that with such feelings it were probably wiser to live
abroad. I sneered at the vulgar tone of the untravelled English; and
his impertinent remark was an allusion to the demerits of badly imitated
manners and ill-copied attractions. I grew enthusiastic about art,
praised pictures and statues, and got eloquent about music. Fancy his
cool insolence, in telling me that he was too uninformed to enter upon
these themes, and only knew when he was pleased, but without being able
to say why. In fact, Kitty, a more insufferable mass of conceit and
presumption I never encountered, nor could I have believed that a
few months of foreign travel could have converted a simple-hearted,
unaffected young man into a vain, self-opinionated coxcomb,--too
offensive to waste words on, and for whom I have really to apologize in
thus obtruding on your notice.
It was an unspeakable relief to me when papa joined us. A very little
more would have exhausted my patience; and in my heart I believe the
puppy saw as much, and enjoyed it as a triumph. Worse again, too, papa
complimented him upon the change a knowledge of the world had effected
in him, and even asked me to concur in the commendation. I need not say
that I replied to this address by a sneer not to be misunderstood, and I
trust he felt it.
He is to dine here to-day. He declined the invitation at first, but
suffered himself to be persuaded into a cold acceptance afterwards. He
had to go to Lord Stanthorpe's in the evening. I expected to hear him
say "Stanthorpe's;" but he did n't, and it vexed me. I have not been
peculiarly courteous nor amiable to him this morning, but I hope he will
find me even less so at dinner. I only wish that a certain person
was here, and I would show, by the preference of my manner, how I can
converse with, and how treat those whom I really recognize as my equals.
I must now hurry away to prepare Cary for what she is to expect, and,
if possible, instil into her mind some share of the prejudices which now
torture my own.
Saturday Morning.
Everything considered, Kitty, our dinner of yesterday passed off
pleasantly,--a thousand times better than I expected. Sir Morris Penrhyn
was of the party too; and notwithstanding certain awkward passages that
had once occurred between mamma and him, comported himself agreeably and
well. I concluded that papa was able to make some explanations that must
have satisfied him, for he appeared to renew his attentions to Cary;
at least, he bestowed upon her some arctic civilities, whose frigid
deference chills me even in memory.
You will be curious to hear how Mr. B. (he appears to have dropped
the Doctor) appeared on further intimacy; and, really, I am forced to
confess that he rather overcame some of the unfavorable impressions his
morning visit had left. He has evidently taken pains to profit by the
opportunities afforded to him, and seen and learned whatever lay within
his reach. He is a very respectable linguist, and not by any means so
presumptuous as I at first supposed. I fancy, dearest, that somehow,
unconsciously perhaps, we have been sparring with each other this
morning, and that thus many of the opinions he appeared to profess were
simply elicited by the spirit of contradiction. I say this, because
I now find that we agree on a vast variety of topics, and even our
judgments of people are not so much at variance as I could have
imagined.
Of course, Kitty, the sphere of his knowledge of the world is a very
limited one, and even what he _has_ seen has always been in the capacity
of a subordinate. He has not viewed life from the eminence of one who
shall be nameless, nor mixed in society with a rank that confers its
prescriptive title to attention. I could wish he were more aware--more
conscious of this fact I mean, dearest, that I should like to see him
more penetrated by his humble position, whereas his manner has an easy,
calm unconstraint, that is exactly the opposite of what I imply. I
cannot exactly, perhaps, convey the impression upon my own mind, but
you may approximate to it, when I tell you that he vouchsafes neither
surprise nor astonishment at the class of people with whom we now
associate; nor does he appear to recognize in them anything more exalted
than our old neighbors at Bruff.
Mamma gave him some rather sharp lessons on this score, which it is only
fair to say that he bore with perfect good breeding. Upon the whole, he
is really what would be called very agreeable, and, unquestionably, very
good-looking. I sang for him two things out of Verdi's last opera of the
"Trovatore;" but I soon discovered that music was one of the tastes he
had not cultivated, nor did he evince any knowledge whatever when the
conversation turned on dress. In fact, dearest, it is only your really
fashionable man ever attains to a nice appreciation of this theme, or
has a true sentiment for the poetry of costume.
Sir Morris and he seemed to have fallen into a sudden friendship, and
found that they agreed precisely in their opinion about Etruscan
vases, frescos, and pre-Raphaelite art,--subjects which, I own, general
good-breeding usually excludes from discussion where there are pretty
girls to talk to. Cary, of course, was in ecstasies with all this; she
thought--or fancied she thought--Morris most agreeable, whereas it was
really the other man that "made all the running."
James arrived while we were at supper, and, the first little awkwardness
of the meeting over, became excellent friends with Morris. With all his
cold, unattractive qualities, I am sure that Morris is a very amiable
and worthy person; and if Cary likes him, I see no reason in life to
refuse such an excellent offer,--always provided that it be made. But of
this, Kitty, I must be permitted to doubt, since he informed us that he
was daily expecting his yacht out from England, and was about to sail
on a voyage which might possibly occupy upwards of two years. He pressed
Mr. B. strongly to accompany him, assuring him that he now possessed
influence sufficient to reinstate him in his career at his return. I 'm
not quite certain that the proposal, when more formally renewed, will
not be accepted.
I must tell you that I overheard Morris say, in a whisper to Belton, "I
'm sure if you ask her, Lady Louisa will give you leave." Can it be that
the doctor has dared to aspire to a Lady Louisa? I almost fancy it may
be so, dearest, and that this presumption is the true explanation of all
his cool self-sufficiency. I only want to be certain of this to hate him
thoroughly.
Just before they took their leave a most awkward incident occurred. Mr.
B., in answer to some question from Morris, took out his tablets to look
over his engagements for the next day: "Ah! by the way," said he, "that
must not be forgotten. There is a certain scampish relative of Lord
Dare-wood, for whom I have been entrusted with a somewhat disagreeable
commission. This hopeful young gentleman has at last discovered that
his wits, when exercised within legal limits, will not support him, and
though he has contrived to palm himself off as a man of fashion on
some second-rate folks who know no better, his skill at _ecarte_ and
lansquenet fails to meet his requirements. He has, accordingly, taken a
higher flight, and actually committed a forgery. The Earl whose name
was counterfeited has paid the bill, but charged me with the task of
acquainting his nephew with his knowledge of the fraud, and as frankly
assuring him that, if the offence be repeated, he shall pay its penalty.
I assure you I wish the duty had devolved upon any other, though, from
all I have heard, anything like feelings of respect or compassion would
be utterly thrown away if bestowed on such an object as Lord George
Tiverton."
Oh, Kitty, the last words were not needed to make the cup of my anguish
run over. At every syllable he uttered, the conviction of what was
coming grew stronger; and though I maintained consciousness to the end,
it was by a struggle that almost convulsed me.
As for mamma, she flew out in a violent passion, called Lord Darewood
some very hard names, and did not spare his emissary; fortunately, her
feelings so far overcame her that she became totally unintelligible, and
was carried away to her room in hysterics. As I was obliged to follow
her, I was unable to hear more. But to what end should I desire it? Is
not this last disappointment more than enough to discourage all hope
and trustfulness forever? Shall my heart ever open again to a sense of
confidence in any?
When I sat down to write, I had firmly resolved not to reveal this
disgraceful event to you; but somehow, Kitty, in the overflowing of a
heart that has no recesses against you, it has come forth, and I leave
it so.
James came to my room later on, and told me such dreadful stories--he
had heard them from Morris--of Lord G. that I really felt my brain
turning as I listened to him; that the separation from his wife was all
a pretence,--part of a plot arranged between them; that she, under the
semblance of desertion, attracted to her the compassion--in some cases
the affection--of young men of fortune, from whom her husband exacted
the most enormous sums; that James himself had been marked out for a
victim in this way; in fact, Kitty, I cannot go on: a web of such infamy
was exposed as I firmly believed, till then, impossible to exist, and a
degree of baseness laid bare that, for the sake of human nature, I trust
has not its parallel.
I can write no more. Tears of shame as well as sorrow are blotting my
paper, and in my self-abasement I feel how changed I must have become,
when, in reflecting over such disgrace as this, I have a single thought
but of contempt for one so lost and dishonored.
Yours in the depth of affliction,
Mary Anne Dodd.