Sir Jaspar arrived late the next morning, in wrath, he said, with his
valet, who was not yet returned with the result of his enquiries from
the inn; but before Juliet could express any uneasiness at the delay,
the farmer and his wife, in evident confusion, though with professions
of great respect, humbly besought that his honour would excuse their
mentioning, that they expected a relation, to pass some days with them,
who would want the spare apartment.
The Baronet, however displeased, humourously answered that their
relation was mightily welcome to pass his days with them, provided he
would be so kind as to go to the neighbouring public-house to take his
dreams: but Juliet, much hurt, though with an air of dignity that made
her hosts look more abashed than herself, desired that she might not
incommode the family; and entreated Sir Jaspar to convey her to the
nearest town.
Sir Jaspar, rather to confound than to gratify the farmer, flung down a
guinea, which the man vainly sought to decline; and then led the way to
the carriage; at the door of which, stopping, he said, with an arch
smile, that he was not yet superannuated enough to take place of a fair
female; and desired that Mrs Betty would get in first.
Shocked as Juliet felt to find herself thus suspiciously situated, the
affront was soon absorbed in the dread of greater evil; in the affright
of pursuit, and the dismay of being exposed to improper pecuniary
obligations.
Not knowing the country, and not heeding the way that she went, she
concluded that they were driving to some neighbouring village, in search
of a new lodging; till she perceived that the carriage, which was drawn
by four horses, was laboriously mounting a steep acclivity.
Looking then around her, she found herself upon a vast plain; nor house,
nor human being, nor tree, nor cattle within view.
Surprised, 'Where are we?' she cried, 'Sir Jaspar? and whither are we
going?'
To a quick meeting with his valet, he answered, by a difficult road,
rarely passed, because out of the common track.
They then quietly proceeded; Juliet, wrapt up in her own fears and
affairs, making no comment upon the looks of enjoyment, and contented
taciturnity of her companion; till the groom, riding up to the window,
said that the horses could go no further.
Sir Jaspar ordered them a feed; and enquired of Juliet whether she would
chuse, while they took a little rest, to mount on foot to the summit of
the ascent, and examine whether any horsemen were yet within sight.
Glad to breathe a few minutes alone, she alighted and walked forward;
though slowly, and with eyes bent upon the turf; till she was struck by
the appearance of a wide ditch between a circular double bank; and
perceived that she was approaching the scattered remains of some ancient
building, vast, irregular, strange, and in ruins.
Excited by sympathy in what seemed lonely and undone, rather than by
curiosity, she now went on more willingly, though not less sadly; till
she arrived at a stupendous assemblage of enormous stones, of which the
magnitude demanded ocular demonstration to be entitled to credibility.
Yet, though each of them, taken separately, might seem, from its
astonishing height and breadth, there, like some rock, to have been
placed from 'the beginning of things,' and though not even the rudest
sculpture denoted any vestige of human art, still the whole was clearly
no phenomenon of nature. The form, that might still be traced, of an
antique structure, was evidently circular and artificial; and here and
there, supported by gigantic posts, or pillars, immense slabs of flat
stone were raised horizontally, that could only by manual art and labour
have been elevated to such a height. Many were fallen; many, with grim
menace, looked nodding; but many, still sustaining their upright
direction, were so ponderous that they appeared to have resisted all the
wars of the elements, in this high and bleak situation, for ages.
Struck with solemn wonder, Juliet for some time wandered amidst these
massy ruins, grand and awful, though terrific rather than attractive.
Mounting, then, upon a fragment of the pile, she saw that the view all
around was in perfect local harmony with the wild edifice, or rather
remains of an edifice, into which she had pierced. She discerned, to a
vast extent, a boundless plain, that, like the ocean, seemed to have no
term but the horizon; but which, also like the ocean, looked as desert
as it was unlimited. Here and there flew a bustard, or a wheat-ear; all
else seemed unpeopled air, and uncultivated waste.
In a state of mind so utterly deplorable as that of Juliet, this grand,
uncouth monument of ancient days had a certain sad, indefinable
attraction, more congenial to her distress, than all the polish, taste,
and delicacy of modern skill. The beauties of Wilton seemed appendages
of luxury, as well as of refinement; and appeared to require not only
sentiment, but happiness for their complete enjoyment: while the nearly
savage, however wonderful work of antiquity, in which she was now
rambling; placed in this abandoned spot, far from the intercourse, or
even view of mankind, with no prospect but of heath and sky; blunted,
for the moment, her sensibility, by removing her wide from all the
objects with which it was in contact; and insensibly calmed her spirits;
though not by dissipating her reverie. Here, on the contrary, was room
for 'meditation even to madness;' nothing distracted the sight, nothing
broke in upon attention, nor varied the ideas. Thought, uninterrupted
and uncontrouled, was master of the mind.
Here, in deep and melancholy rumination, she remained, till she was
joined by the Baronet; who toiled after his fair charge with an eager
will, though with slack and discourteous feet.
'Do you divine, my beauteous Wanderer,' he cried, 'what part of the
globe you now brighten? Have you developed my stratagem to surprize you
by a view of what, perhaps, you thought impossible, something curious,
and worthy of attention, though more antique than myself?'
Juliet tried, but vainly, to make a civil speech; and Sir Jaspar, after
having vainly awaited it, went on.
'You picture yourself, perhaps, in the original temple of Gog and Magog?
for what less than giants could have heaved stones such as these? but
'tis not so; and you, who are pious, must view this spot, with bended
knees and new ideas. Dart, then, around, the "liquid lustre of those
eyes,--so brightly mutable, so sweetly wild!"[12]--and behold in each
stony spectre, now staring you in the face, a petrified old Druid! for
learn, fair fugitive, you ramble now within the holy precincts of that
rude wonder of other days, and disgrace of modern geometry, Stonehenge.'
[Footnote 12: Mason's Lady Coventry.]
In almost any other frame of mind, Juliet, from various descriptions,
joined to the vicinity of Salisbury, would not have required any
nomenclator to have told her where she was: but she could now make no
reflections, save upon her own misery; and no combinations, that were
not relative to her own dangers.
Sir Jaspar apologized that he had not more roughly handled the farmer
and his wife, for their inhospitality; and frankly owned that it was not
from the milkiness of his nature that he had been so docile, but from an
ardent eagerness to visit Stonehenge with so fair a companion.
Juliet, alarmed, demanded whether he had not taken the route by which
they were to meet his valet?
'I have all my life,' continued he, 'fostered, as the wish next my
heart, the idea of being the object of some marvellous adventure: but
fortune, more deaf, if possible, than blind! has hitherto famished all
my elevated desires, by keeping me to the strict regimen of mere common
life. Nevertheless, to die like a brute, without leaving behind me one
staring anecdote, to be recounted by my successors to my little nephews
and nieces;--no! I cannot resolve upon so hum-drum an exit. Late,
therefore, last night, I counselled with my tiny friends; and the rogues
told me that those whom adventures would not seek, must seek adventures.
They then suggested to me, that to visit some romantic spot, far removed
from all living ken, or a vast unfrequented plain; where no leering eye,
with deriding scrutiny, no envious ear, with prepared impertinence,
could peep, or overhear;--where not even a bird could find a twig for
the sole of his paw;--there to encounter a lovely nymph; to dally with
her in dulcet discourse; to feast upon the sweet notes of her melodious
voice;--while obedient fays, and sprightly elves, should accoutre some
chosen fragment with offerings appropriate to the place and the
occasion--'
One of his grooms, here, demanded of him a private audience.
He retired to some distance, and the heart-oppressed Juliet relieved her
struggling feelings by weeping without controul.
While pondering upon her precarious destiny, she perceived, through an
opening between two large stones, that Sir Jaspar had placed himself
upon an eminence, where, apparently, by his gestures, he was engaged in
an animated discourse.
She concluded that the valet de chambre was arrived from the inn; but,
soon afterwards, she was struck with motions so extraordinary, and by an
appearance of a vivacity so extravagant, that she almost feared the
imagination of the Baronet had played him false, and was superseding his
reason. She arose, and softly approaching, endeavoured to discover with
whom he was conversing; but could discern no one, and was the more
alarmed; though the nearer she advanced, the less he seemed to be an
object of pity; his countenance being as bright with glee, as his hands
and arms were busy with action.
After some time, she caught his eye; when, ceasing all gesticulation, he
kissed his hand, with a motion that invited her approach; and, gallantly
resigning his seat, begged her permission to take one by her side.
He was all smiling good humour; and his features, in defiance of his
age, expressed the most playful archness. 'It is not,' he cried, 'for
nothing, permit me to assure you, that I have prowled over this
druidical spot; for though the Druids have not been so debonnaire as to
re-animate themselves to address me, they have suffered a flat surface
of their petrifaction to be covered over with a whole army of my little
frequenters; who have dragged thither a parcel, and the Lord knows what
besides, that they have displayed, as you see, full before me; after
which, with their usual familiarity, up they have been mounting to my
shoulders, my throat, my ears, and my wig; and lolling all about me, in
mockery of my remonstrances; saying, Harkee, old Sir!--for they use very
little ceremony with me;--didst thou really fancy we would suffer the
loveliest lily of the valley to droop without any gentle shade, under
the blazing glare of this full light, while thy aukward clown of a valet
trots to the inn for her bonnet? or let her wait his plodding return,
for what other drapery her fair form may require? or permit her to be
famished in the open air, whilst thou art hopping and hobbling, and
hobbling and hopping, about these ruins, which thou art so fast
ossifying to resemble? No, old Sir! look what our wands have brought
hither for her! look!--but touch nothing for thy life! her own lily
hands alone must develop our fairy gifts.'
Juliet, who, already, had observed, upon the nearest flat stone, a large
band-box, and a square new trunk, placed as supporters to an elegant
Japan basket, in which were arranged various refreshments; could not,
however disconcerted by attentions that she knew not how to acknowledge,
prevail upon herself to damp the exaltation of his spirits, by resisting
his entreaty that she would herself lift up the lid of the trunk and
open the band-box.
The first of these machines presented to her sight a complete small
assortment of the finest linen; the second contained a white chip bonnet
of the most beautiful texture.
This last excited a transient feeling of pleasure, in offering some
shade for her face, now exposed to every eye. She looked at it,
wistfully, a few minutes, anticipating its umbrageous succour; yet
irresolute, and fearing to give encouragement to the too evident
admiration of the Baronet. Her deliberation, nevertheless, seconded by
her wishes, was in his favour. She passed over, in her mind, that he
knew her origin, and high natural, however disputed expectations; and
that, with all his gallantry, he was not only aged and sickly, but a
gentleman in manners and sentiments, as much as in birth and rank of
life. He could not mean her dishonour; and to shew, since thus cast into
his hands, and loaded with obligations of long standing, as well as
recent, a voluntary confidence in his character and intentions, might,
happily, from mingling a sense of honour with a sense of shame, turn
aside what was wrong in his regard, and give pride and pleasure to a
nobler attachment, that might fix him her solid and disinterested friend
for life.
Decided by this view of things, she thankfully consented to receive his
offerings, upon condition that he would permit her to consider him as
the banker of Lord Melbury and of Lady Aurora Granville.
Enchanted by her acceptance, and enraptured by its manner, the first
sensation of the melted Baronet was to cast himself at her feet: but the
movement was checked by certain aches and pains; while the necessity of
picking up one of his crutches, which, in his transport, had fallen from
his hands, mournfully called him back from his gallantry to his
infirmities.
At this moment, an 'Ah ha! here's the Demoiselle!--Here she is, faith!'
suddenly presented before them Riley, mounted upon a fragment of the
pile, to take a view around him.
Starting, and in dread of some new horrour, Juliet looked at him aghast;
while, clapping his hands, and turbently approaching her, he exclaimed,
'Yes! here she is, _in propria persona_! I was afraid that she had
slipped through our fingers again! Monsieur _le cher Epoux_ will have a
pretty tight job of it to get her into conjugal trammels! he will,
faith!'
To the other, and yet more horrible sensations of Juliet, this speech
added a depth of shame nearly overwhelming, from the implied obloquy
hanging upon the character of a wife eloping from her husband.
Presently, however, all within was changed; re-invigourated, new strung!
and joy, irresistibly, beamed from her eyes, and hope glowed upon her
cheeks, as Riley related that, before he had left the inn upon the road,
he had himself seen the new Mounseer, with poor Surly, who had been
seized as an accomplice, packed off together for the sea-coast, whence
they were both, with all speed, to be embarked for their own dear
country.
The Baronet waved his hand, in act of congratulation to Juliet, but
forbore speaking; and Riley went on.
'They made confounded wry faces, and grimaces, both of them. I never saw
a grimmer couple! They amused me mightily; they did, faith! But I can't
compliment you, Demoiselle, upon your choice of a loving partner. He has
as hang-dog a physiognomy as a Bow Street prowler might wish to light
upon on a summer's day. A most fiend-like aspect, I confess. I don't
well make out what you took to him for, Demoiselle? His Cupid's arrows
must have been handsomely tipt with gold, to blind you to all that brass
of his brow and his port.'
Sir Jaspar, distressed for Juliet, and much annoyed by this
interruption, however happy in the intelligence to which it was the
vehicle, enquired what chance had brought Mr Riley to Stonehenge?
The chance, he answered, that generally ruled his actions, namely, his
own will and pleasure. He had found out, in his prowls about Salisbury,
that Sir Jaspar was to be followed to Stonehenge by a dainty repast;
and, deeming his news well worth a bumper to the loving sea-voyagers, he
had borrowed a horse of one of Master Baronet's grooms, to take his
share in the feast.
The Baronet, at this hint, instantly, and with scrupulous politeness,
did the honours of his stores; though he was ready to gnash his teeth
with ire, at so mundane an appropriation of his fairy purposes.
'What a rare hand you are, Demoiselle,' cried Riley, 'at hocus pocus
work! Who the deuce, with that Hebe face of yours, could have thought of
your being a married woman! Why, when I saw you at the old Bang'em's
concert, at Brighthelmstone, I should have taken you for a
boarding-school Miss. But you metamorphose yourself about so, one does
not know which way to look for you. Ovid was a mere fool to you. His
nymphs, turned into trees, and rivers, and flowers, and beasts, and
fishes, make such a staring chaos of lies, that one reads them without a
ray of reference to truth; like the tales of the Genii, or of old
Mother Goose. He makes such a comical hodge podge of animal, vegetable,
and mineral choppings and changes, that we should shout over them, as
our brats do at a puppet-shew, when old Nick teaches punchinello the
devil's dance down to hell; or pummels his wife to a mummy; if it were
not for the sly rogue's tickling one's ears so cajolingly with the
jingle of metre. But Demoiselle, here, scorns all that namby pamby
work.'
Sir Jaspar tried vainly to call him to order; the embarrassment of
Juliet operated but as a stimulus to his caustic humour.
'I have met with nothing like her, Master Baronet,' he continued, 'all
the globe over. Neither juggler nor conjuror is a match for her. She can
make herself as ugly as a witch, and as handsome as an angel. She'll
answer what one only murmurs in a whisper; and she won't hear a word,
when one bawls as loud as a speaking-trumpet. Now she turns herself into
a vagrant, not worth sixpence; and now, into a fine player and singer
that ravishes all ears, and might make, if it suited her fancy, a
thousand pounds at her benefit: and now, again, as you see, you can't
tell whether she's a house-maid, or a country girl! yet a devilish fine
creature, faith! as fine a creature as ever I beheld,--when she's in
that humour! Look but what a beautiful head of hair she's displaying to
us now! It becomes her mightily. But I won't swear that she does not
change it, in a minute or two, for a skull-cap! She's a droll girl,
faith! I like her prodigiously!'
Utterly disconcerted, Juliet, expressively bowing to the Baronet, lifted
up the lid of the band-box, and, encircling her head in his bonnet,
begged his permission to re-seat herself in the chaise.
Charmed with the prospect of another tête à tête, Sir Jaspar, with
alacrity, accompanied her to the carriage; leaving Riley to enjoy, at
his leisure, the cynical satisfaction, of having worried a timid deer
from the field.
Still, however, Juliet, while uncertain whether the embarkation might
not be eluded, desired to adhere to her plan of privacy and obscurity;
and the Baronet would not struggle against a resolution from which he
hoped to reap the fruit of lengthened intercourse. Pleased and
willingly, therefore, he told his postilion to drive across the plain
to ----, whence they proceeded post to Blandford.
Great was the relief afforded to the feelings of Juliet, by a removal so
expeditious from the immediate vicinity of the scene of her sufferings;
but she considered it, at the same time, to be a circumstance to obviate
all necessity, and, consequently, all propriety of further attendance
from the Baronet: here, therefore, to his utter dismay, with firmness,
though with the gentlest acknowledgements, she begged that they might
separate.
Cruelly disappointed, Sir Jaspar warmly remonstrated against the danger
of her being left alone; but the possible hazards which might be annexed
to acting right, could not deter her from the certain evil of acting
wrong. Her greatest repugnance was that of being again forced to accept
pecuniary aid; yet that, which, however disagreeable, might be refunded,
was at least preferable to the increase and continuance of obligations,
which, besides their perilous tendency, could never be repaid. Already,
upon opening the band-box, she had seen a well furnished purse; and
though her first movement had prompted its rejection, the decision of
necessity was that of acceptance.
When Sir Jaspar found it utterly impossible to prevail with his fair
companion still to bear that title, he expostulated against leaving her,
at least, in a public town; and she was not sorry to accept his offer of
conveying her to some neighbouring village.
It was still day-light, when they arrived within the picturesque view of
a villa, which Juliet, upon enquiry, heard was Milton-abbey. She soon
discovered, that the scheme of the Baronet, to lengthen their sojourn
with each other, was to carry her to see the house: but this she
absolutely refused; and her seriousness compelled him to drive to a
neighbouring cottage; where she had the good fortune to meet with a
clean elderly woman, who was able to accommodate her with a small
chamber.
Here, not without sincere concern, she saw the reluctance, even to
sadness, with which her old admirer felt himself forced to leave his too
lovely young friend: and what she owed to him was so important, so
momentous, that she parted from him, herself, with real regret, and with
expressions of the most lively esteem and regard.