MISS AMEDROZ IS TOO CANDID BY HALF.
Clara, when she left her accepted lover in the drawing-room and went
up to her own chamber, had two hours for consideration before she
would see him again;--and she had two hours for enjoyment. She was
very happy. She thoroughly believed in the man who was to be her
husband, feeling confident that he possessed those qualities which
she thought to be most necessary for her married happiness. She had
quizzed him at times, pretending to make it matter of accusation
against him that his life was not in truth all that his aunt believed
it to be;--but had it been more what Mrs. Winterfield would have
wished, it would have been less to Clara's taste. She liked his
position in the world; she liked the feeling that he was a man of
influence; perhaps she liked to think that to some extent he was a
man of fashion. He was not handsome, but he looked always like a
gentleman. He was well educated, given to reading, prudent, steady
in his habits, a man likely to rise in the world; and she loved him.
I fear the reader by this time may have begun to think that her love
should never have been given to such a man. To this accusation I will
make no plea at present, but I will ask the complainant whether such
men are not always loved. Much is said of the rashness of women in
giving away their hearts wildly; but the charge when made generally
is, I think, an unjust one. I am more often astonished by the
prudence of girls than by their recklessness. A woman of thirty will
often love well and not wisely; but the girls of twenty seem to
me to like propriety of demeanour, decency of outward life, and a
competence. It is, of course, good that it should be so; but if it
is so, they should not also claim a general character for generous
and passionate indiscretion, asserting as their motto that Love shall
still be Lord of All. Clara was more than twenty; but she was not
yet so far advanced in age as to have lost her taste for decency of
demeanour and propriety of life. A Member of Parliament, with a small
house near Eaton Square, with a moderate income, and a liking for
committees, who would write a pamphlet once every two years, and
read Dante critically during the recess, was, to her, the model for
a husband. For such a one she would read his blue books, copy his
pamphlets, and learn his translations by heart. She would be safe in
the hands of such a man, and would know nothing of the miseries which
her brother had encountered. Her model may not appear, when thus
described, to be a very noble one; but I think it is the model most
approved among ladies of her class in England.
She made up her mind on various points during those two hours of
solitude. In the first place, she would of course keep her purpose of
returning home on the following day. It was not probable that Captain
Aylmer would ask her to change it; but let him ask ever so much it
must not be changed. She must at once have the pleasure of telling
her father that all his trouble about her would now be over; and
then, there was the consideration that her further sojourn in the
house, with Captain Aylmer as her lover, would hardly be more proper
than it would have been had he not occupied that position. And what
was she to say if he pressed her as to the time of their marriage?
Her aunt's death would of course be a sufficient reason why it should
be delayed for some few months; and, upon the whole, she thought it
would be best to postpone it till the next session of Parliament
should have nearly expired. But she would be prepared to yield to
Captain Aylmer, should he name any time after Easter. It was clearly
his intention to keep up the house in Perivale as his country
residence. She did not like Perivale or the house, but she would
say nothing against such an arrangement. Indeed, with what face
could she do so? She was going to bring nothing to the common
account,--absolutely nothing but herself! As she thought of this her
love grew warmer, and she hardly knew how sufficiently to testify to
herself her own gratitude and affection.
She became conscious, as she was preparing herself for dinner, of
some special attention to her toilet. She was more than ordinarily
careful with her hair, and felt herself to be aware of an anxiety to
look her best. She had now been for some time so accustomed to dress
herself in black, that in that respect her aunt's death had made no
difference to her. Deep mourning had ceased from habit to impress her
with any special feeling of funereal solemnity. But something about
herself, or in the room, at last struck her with awe, bidding her
remember how death had of late been busy among those who had been her
dearest and nearest friends; and she sat down, almost frightened at
her own heartlessness, in that she was allowing herself to be happy
at such a time. Her aunt had been carried away to her grave only
yesterday, and her brother's death had occurred under circumstances
of peculiar distress within the year;--and yet she was happy,
triumphant,--almost lost in the joy of her own position! She remained
for a while in her chair, with her black dress hanging across her
lap, as she argued with herself as to her own state of mind. Was it
a sign of a hard heart within her, that she could be happy at such
a time? Ought the memory of her poor brother to have such an effect
upon her as to make any joy of spirits impossible to her? Should she
at the present moment be so crushed by her aunt's demise, as to be
incapable of congratulating herself upon her own success? Should
she have told him, when he asked her that question upon the bridge,
that there could be no marrying or giving in marriage between them,
no talking on such a subject in days so full of sorrow as these?
I do not know that she quite succeeded in recognising it as a
truth that sorrow should be allowed to bar out no joy that it does
not bar out of absolute necessity,--by its own weight, without
reference to conventional ideas; that sorrow should never, under any
circumstances, be nursed into activity, as though it were a thing in
itself divine or praiseworthy. I do not know that she followed out
her arguments till she had taught herself that it is the Love that is
divine,--the Love which, when outraged by death or other severance,
produces that sorrow which man would control if he were strong
enough, but which he cannot control by reason of the weakness of
his humanity. I doubt whether so much as this made itself plain
to her, as she sat there before her toilet table, with her sombre
dress hanging from her hands on to the ground. But something of the
strength of such reasoning was hers. Knowing herself to be full of
joy, she would not struggle to make herself believe that it behoved
her to be unhappy. She told herself that she was doing what was good
for others as well as for herself;--what would be very good for her
father, and what should be good, if it might be within her power to
make it so, for him who was to be her husband. The blackness of the
cloud of her brother's death would never altogether pass away from
her. It had tended, as she knew well, to make her serious, grave, and
old, in spite of her own efforts to the contrary. The cloud had been
so black with her that it had nearly lost for her the prize which was
now her own. But she told herself that that blackness was an injury
to her, and not a benefit, and that it had now become a duty to
her,--for his sake, if not for her own,--to dispel its shadows rather
than encourage them. She would go down to him full of joy, though not
full of mirth, and would confess to him frankly, that in receiving
the assurance of his love, she had received everything that had
seemed to have any value for her in the world. Hitherto she had been
independent;--she had specially been careful to show to him her
resolve to be independent of him. Now she would put aside all that,
and let him know that she recognised in him her lord and master as
well as husband. To her father had been left no strength on which
she could lean, and she had been forced therefore to trust to her
own strength. Now she would be dependent on him who was to be her
husband. As heretofore she had rejected his offers of assistance
almost with disdain, so now would she accept them without scruple,
looking to him to be her guide in all things, putting from her that
carping spirit in which she had been wont to judge of his actions,
and believing in him,--as a wife should believe in her husband.
Such were the resolutions which Clara made in the first hour of
solitude which came to her after her engagement; and they would
have been wise resolutions but for this flaw--that the stronger was
submitting itself to the weaker, the greater to the less, the more
honest to the less honest, that which was nearly true to that which
was in great part false. The theory of man and wife--that special
theory in accordance with which the wife is to bend herself in loving
submission before her husband, is very beautiful; and would be good
altogether if it could only be arranged that the husband should be
the stronger and the greater of the two. The theory is based upon
that hypothesis;--and the hypothesis sometimes fails of confirmation.
In ordinary marriages the vessel rights itself, and the stronger and
the greater takes the lead, whether clothed in petticoats, or in
coat, waistcoat, and trousers; but there sometimes comes a terrible
shipwreck, when the woman before marriage has filled herself full
with ideas of submission, and then finds that her golden-headed god
has got an iron body and feet of clay.
Captain Aylmer when he was left alone had also something to think
about; and as there were two hours left for such thought before he
would again meet Clara, and as he had nothing else with which to
occupy himself during those two hours, he again strolled down to
the bridge on which he had made his offer. He strolled down there,
thinking that he was thinking, but hardly giving much mind to his
thoughts, which he allowed to run away with themselves as they
listed. Of course he was going to be married. That was a thing
settled. And he was perfectly satisfied with himself in that he had
done nothing in a hurry, and could accuse himself of no folly even if
he had no great cause for triumph. He had been long thinking that he
should like to have Clara Amedroz for his wife;--long thinking that
he would ask her to marry him; and having for months indulged such
thoughts he could not take blame to himself for having made to his
aunt that deathbed promise which she had exacted. At the moment in
which she asked him the question he was himself anxious to do the
thing she desired of him. How then could he have refused her? And,
having given the promise, it was a matter of course with him to
fulfil it. He was a man who would have never respected himself
again--would have hated himself for ever, had he failed to keep a
promise from which no living being could absolve him. He had been
right therefore to make the promise, and having made it, had been
right to keep it, and to do the thing at once. And Clara was very
good and very wise, and sometimes looked very well, and would never
disgrace him; and as she was in worldly matters to receive much and
give nothing, she would probably be willing to make herself amenable
to any arrangements as to their future mode of life which he might
propose. In respect of this matter he was probably thinking of
lodgings for himself in London during the parliamentary session,
while she remained alone in the big red house upon which his eyes
were fixed at the time. There was much of convenience in all this,
which might perhaps atone to him for the sacrifice which he was
undoubtedly making of himself. Had marriage simply been of itself
a thing desirable, he could doubtless have disposed of himself
to better advantage. His prospects, present fortune, and general
position were so favourable, that he might have dared to lift
his expectations, in regard both to wealth and rank, very high.
The Aylmers were a considerable people, and he, though a younger
brother, had much more than a younger brother's portion. His seat
in Parliament was safe; his position in society was excellent and
secure; he was exactly so placed that marriage with a fortune was
the only thing wanting to put the finishing coping-stone to his
edifice;--that, and perhaps also the useful glory of having some
Lady Mary or Lady Emily at the top of his table. Lady Emily Aylmer?
Yes;--it would have sounded better, and there was a certain Lady
Emily who might have suited. Now, as some slight regrets stole upon
him gently, he failed to remember that this Lady Emily had not a
shilling in the world.
Yes; some faint regrets did steal upon him, though he went on telling
himself that he had acted rightly. His stars, which were generally
very good to him, had not perhaps on this occasion been as good as
usual. No doubt he had to a certain degree become encumbered with
Clara Amedroz. Had not the direct and immediate leap with which she
had come into his arms shown him somewhat too plainly that one word
of his mouth tending towards matrimony had been regarded by her as
being too valuable to be lost? The fruit that falls easily from the
tree, though it is ever the best, is never valued by the gardener.
Let him have well-nigh broken his neck in gathering it, unripe and
crude, from the small topmost boughs of the branching tree, and the
pippin will be esteemed by him as invaluable. On that morning, as
Captain Aylmer had walked home from church, he had doubted much what
would be Clara's answer to him. Then the pippin was at the end of
the dangerous bough. Now it had fallen to his feet, and he did not
scruple to tell himself that it was his, and always might have been
his as a matter of course. Well, the apple had come of a good kind,
and, though there might be specks upon it, though it might not be fit
for any special glory of show or pride of place among the dessert
service, still it should be garnered and used, and no doubt would be
a very good apple for eating. Having so concluded, Captain Aylmer
returned to the house, washed his hands, changed his boots, and went
down to the drawing-room just as dinner was ready. She came up to him
almost radiant with joy, and put her hand upon his arm. "Martha did
not know but what you were here," she said, "and told them to put
dinner on the table."
"I hope I have not kept you waiting."
"Oh, dear, no. And what if you did? Ladies never care about things
getting cold. It is gentlemen only who have feelings in such matters
as that."
"I don't know that there is much difference; but, however--" Then
they were in the dining-room, and as the servant remained there
during dinner, there was nothing in their conversation worth
repeating. After dinner they still remained down stairs, seating
themselves on the two sides of the fire, Clara having fully resolved
that she would not on such an evening as this leave Captain Aylmer to
drink his glass of port wine by himself.
"I suppose I may stay with you, mayn't I?" she said.
"Oh, dear, yes; I'm sure I'm very much obliged. I'm not at all wedded
to solitude." Then there was a slight pause.
"That's lucky," she said, "as you have made up your mind to be wedded
in another sort of way." Her voice as she spoke was very low, but
there was a gentle ring of restrained joyousness in it which ought to
have gone at once to his heart and made him supremely blessed for the
time.
"Well,--yes," he answered. "We are in for it now, both of us;--are we
not? I hope you have no misgivings about it, Clara."
"Who? I? I have misgivings! No, indeed. I have no misgivings,
Frederic; no doubts, no scruples, no alloy in my happiness. With me
it is all as I would have it be. Ah; you haven't understood why it
has been that I have seemed to be harsh to you when we have met."
"No, I have not," said he. This was true; but it is true also that it
would have been well that he should be kept in his ignorance. She was
minded, however, to tell him everything, and therefore she went on.
"I don't know how to tell you; and yet, circumstanced as we are now,
it seems that I ought to tell you everything."
"Yes, certainly; I think that," said Aylmer. He was one of those men
who consider themselves entitled to see, hear, and know every little
detail of a woman's conduct, as a consequence of the circumstances of
his engagement, and who consider themselves shorn of their privilege
if anything be kept back. If any gentleman had said a soft word to
Clara eight years ago, that soft word ought to be repeated to him
now. I am afraid that these particular gentlemen sometimes hear
some fibs; and I often wonder that their own early passages in the
tournays of love do not warn them that it must be so. When James has
sat deliciously through all the moonlit night with his arm round
Mary's waist, and afterwards sees Mary led to the altar by John, does
it not occur to him that some John may have also sat with his arm
round Anna's waist,--that Anna whom he is leading to the altar? These
things should not be inquired into too curiously; but the curiosity
of some men on such matters has no end. For the most part, women like
telling,--only they do not choose to be pressed beyond their own
modes of utterance. "I should like to know that I have your full
confidence," said he.
"You have got my full confidence," she replied.
"I mean that you should tell me anything that there is to be told."
"It was only this, that I had learned to love you before I thought
that my love would be returned."
"Oh;--was that it?" said Captain Aylmer, in a tone which seemed to
imply something like disappointment.
"Yes, Fred; that was it. And how could I, under such circumstances,
trust myself to be gentle with you, or to look to you for assistance?
How could I guess then all that I know now?"
"Of course you couldn't."
"And therefore I was driven to be harsh. My aunt used to speak to me
about it."
"I don't wonder at that, for she was very anxious that we should be
married."
Clara for a moment felt herself to be uncomfortable as she heard
these words, half perceiving that they implied some instigation on
the part of Mrs. Winterfield. Could it be that Captain Aylmer's offer
had been made in obedience to a promise? "Did you know of her
anxiety?" she asked.
"Well;--yes; that is to say, I guessed it. It was natural enough that
the same idea should come to her and to me too. Of course, seeing us
so much thrown together, she could not but think of our being married
as a chance upon the cards."
"She used to tell me that I was harsh to you;--abrupt, she called it.
But what could I do? I'll tell you, Fred, how I first found out that
I really cared for you. What I tell you now is of course a secret;
and I should speak of it to no one under any circumstances but those
which unite us two together. My cousin Will, when he was at Belton,
made me an offer."
"He did, did he? You did not tell me that when you were saying all
those fine things in his praise in the railway carriage."
"Of course I did not. Why should I? I wasn't bound to tell you my
secrets then, sir."
"But he did absolutely offer to you?"
"Is there anything so wonderful in that? But, wonderful or not, he
did."
"And you refused him?"
"I refused him certainly."
"It wouldn't have been a bad match, if all that you say about his
property is true."
"If you come to that, it would have been a very good match; and
perhaps you think I was silly to decline it?"
"I don't say that."
"Papa thought so;--but, then, I couldn't tell papa the whole truth,
as I can tell it to you now, Captain Aylmer. I couldn't tell dear
papa that my heart was not my own to give to my cousin Will; nor
could I give Will any such reason. Poor Will! I could only say to him
bluntly that I wouldn't have him."
"And you would, if it hadn't been,--hadn't been--for me."
"Nay, Fred; there you tax me too far. What might have come of my
heart if you hadn't fallen in my way, who can say? I love Will Belton
dearly, and hope that you may do so--"
"I must see him first."
"Of course;--but, as I was saying, I doubt whether, under any
circumstances, he would have been the man I should have chosen for a
husband. But as it was,--it was impossible. Now you know it all, and
I think that I have been very frank with you."
"Oh! very frank." He would not take her little jokes, nor understand
her little prettinesses. That he was a man not prone to joking she
knew well, but still it went against the grain with her to find that
he was so very hard in his replies to her attempts.
It was not easy for Clara to carry on the conversation after this,
so she proposed that they should go up-stairs into the drawing-room.
Such a change even as that would throw them into a different way of
talking, and prevent the necessity of any further immediate allusion
to Will Belton. For Clara was aware, though she hardly knew why, that
her frankness to her future husband had hardly been successful, and
she regretted that she had on this occasion mentioned her cousin's
name. They went up-stairs and again sat themselves in chairs over
the fire; but for a while conversation did not seem to come to them
freely. Clara felt that it was now Captain Aylmer's turn to begin,
and Captain Aylmer felt--that he wished he could read the newspaper.
He had nothing in particular that he desired to say to his lady-love.
That morning, as he was shaving himself, he had something to say that
was very particular,--as to which he was at that moment so nervous,
that he had cut himself slightly through the trembling of his hand.
But that had now been said, and he was nervous no longer. That had
now been said, and the thing settled so easily, that he wondered at
his own nervousness. He did not know that there was anything that
required much further immediate speech. Clara had thought somewhat
of the time which might be proposed for their marriage, making some
little resolves, with which the reader is already acquainted; but no
ideas of this kind presented themselves to Captain Aylmer. He had
asked his cousin to be his wife, thereby making good his promise to
his aunt. There could be no further necessity for pressing haste.
Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.
It is not to be supposed that the thriving lover actually spoke to
himself in such language as that,--or that he confessed to himself
that Clara Amedroz was an evil to him rather than a blessing. But
his feelings were already so far tending in that direction, that he
was by no means disposed to make any further promise, or to engage
himself in closer connection with matrimony by the mention of any
special day. Clara, finding that her companion would not talk without
encouragement from her, had to begin again, and asked all those
natural questions about his family, his brother, his sister, his home
habits, and the old house in Yorkshire, the answers to which must
be so full of interest to her. But even on these subjects he was
dry, and indisposed to answer with the full copiousness of free
communication which she desired. And at last there came a question
and an answer,--a word or two on one side, and then a word or two on
the other, from which Clara got a wound which was very sore to her.
"I have always pictured to myself," she said, "your mother as a woman
who has been very handsome."
"She is still a handsome woman, though she is over sixty."
"Tall, I suppose?"
"Yes, tall, and with something of--of--what shall I say--dignity,
about her."
"She is not grand, I hope?"
"I don't know what you call grand."
"Not grand in a bad sense;--I'm sure she is not that. But there are
some ladies who seem to stand so high above the level of ordinary
females as to make us who are ordinary quite afraid of them."
"My mother is certainly not ordinary," said Captain Aylmer.
"And I am," said Clara, laughing. "I wonder what she'll say to
me,--or, rather, what she will think of me." Then there was a
moment's silence, after which Clara, still laughing, went on. "I see,
Fred, that you have not a word of encouragement to give me about your
mother."
"She is rather particular," said Captain Aylmer.
Then Clara drew herself up, and ceased to laugh. She had called
herself ordinary with that half-insincere depreciation of self which
is common to all of us when we speak of our own attributes, but which
we by no means intend that they who hear us shall accept as strictly
true, or shall re-echo as their own approved opinions. But in this
instance Captain Aylmer, though he had not quite done that, had done
almost as bad.
"Then I suppose I had better keep out of her way," said Clara, by no
means laughing as she spoke.
"Of course when we are married you must go and see her."
"You do not, at any rate, promise me a very agreeable visit, Fred.
But I dare say I shall survive it. After all, it is you that I am to
marry, and not your mother; and as long as you are not majestic to
me, I need not care for her majesty."
"I don't know what you mean by majesty."
"You must confess that you speak of her as of something very
terrible."
"I say that she is particular;--and so she is. And as my respect for
her opinion is equal to my affection for her person, I hope that you
will make a great effort to gain her esteem."
"I never make any efforts of that kind. If esteem doesn't come
without efforts it isn't worth having."
"There I disagree with you altogether;--but I especially disagree
with you as you are speaking about my mother, and about a lady who
is to become your own mother-in-law. I trust that you will make such
efforts, and that you will make them successfully. Lady Aylmer is not
a woman who will give you her heart at once, simply because you have
become her son's wife. She will judge you by your own qualities, and
will not scruple to condemn you should she see cause."
Then there was a longer silence, and Clara's heart was almost in
rebellion even on this, the first day of her engagement. But she
quelled her high spirit, and said no further word about Lady Aylmer.
Nor did she speak again till she had enabled herself to smile as she
spoke.
"Well, Fred," she said, putting her hand upon his arm, "I'll do my
best, and woman can do no more. And now I'll say good night, for I
must pack for to-morrow's journey before I go to bed." Then he kissed
her,--with a cold, chilling kiss,--and she left him for the night.