Elinor, for a considerable time, remained in the same posture,
ruminating, in silent abstraction; yet giving, from time to time,
emphatic, though involuntary utterance, to short and incoherent
sentences. 'A spirit immortal!--' 'Resurrection of the Dead!--' 'A life
to come!--' 'Oh Albert! is there, then, a region where I may hope to see
thee again!'
Suddenly, at length, seeming to recollect herself, 'Pardon,' she cried,
'Albert, my strangeness,--queerness,--oddity,--what will you call it? I
am not the less,--O no! O no! penetrated by your impressive
reasoning--Albert!--'
She lifted up her head, and, looking around, exclaimed, with an air of
consternation, 'Is he gone?'
She arose, and with more firmness, said, 'He is right! I meant not,--and
I ought not to see him any more;--though dearer to my eyes is his sight,
than life or light!--'
Looking, then, earnestly forwards, as if seeking him, 'Farewell, Oh
Albert!' she cried: 'We now, indeed, are parted for ever! To see thee
again, would sink me into the lowest abyss of contempt,--and I would far
rather bear thy hatred!--Yet hatred?--from that soul of humanity!--what
violence must be put upon its nature! And how cruel to reverse such
ineffable philanthropy!--No!--hate me not, my Albert!--It shall be my
own care that thou shalt not despise me!'
Slowly she then walked away, followed silently by Juliet, who durst not
address her. Anxiously she looked around, till, at some distance, she
descried a horseman. It was Harleigh. She stopped, deeply moved, and
seemed inwardly to bless him. But, when he was no longer in sight, she
no longer restrained her anguish, and, casting herself upon the turf,
groaned rather than wept, exclaiming, 'Must I live--yet behold thee no
more!--Will neither sorrow, nor despair, nor even madness kill me?--Must
nature, in her decrepitude, alone bring death to Elinor?'
Rising, then, and vainly trying again to descry the horse, 'All, all is
gone!' she cried, 'and I dare not even die!--All, all is gone, from the
lost, unhappy Elinor, but life and misery!'
Turning, then, with quickness to Juliet, while pride and shame dried her
eyes, 'Ellis,' she said, 'let him not know I murmur!--Let not his last
hearing of Elinor be disgrace! Tell him, on the contrary, that his
friendship shall not be thrown away; nor his arguments be forgotten, or
unavailing: no! I will weigh every opinion, every sentiment that has
fallen from him, as if every word, unpolluted by human ignorance or
informity, had dropt straight from heaven! I will meditate upon
religion: I will humble myself to court resignation. I will fly hence,
to avoid all temptation of ever seeing him more!--and to distract my
wretchedness by new scenes. Oh Albert!--I will earn thy esteem by
acquiescence in my lot, that here,--even here,--I may taste the paradise
of alluring thee to include me in thy view of happiness hereafter!'
Her foreign servant, then, came in view, and she made a motion to him
with her hand for her carriage. She awaited it in profound mental
absorption, and, when it arrived, placed herself in it without speaking.
Juliet, full of tender pity, could no longer forbear saying, 'Adieu,
Madam! and may peace re-visit your generous heart!'
Elinor, surprized and softened, looked at her with an expression of
involuntary admiration, as she answered, 'I believe you to be good,
Ellis!--I exonerate you from all delusory arts; and, internally, I never
thought you guilty,--or I had never feared you! Fool! mad fool, that I
have been, I am my own executioner! my distracting impatience to learn
the depth of my danger, was what put you together! taught you to know,
to appreciate one another! With my own precipitate hand, I have dug the
gulph into which I am fallen! Your dignified patience, your noble
modesty--Oh fatal Ellis!--presented a contrast that plunged a dagger
into all my efforts! Rash, eager ideot! I conceived suspense to be my
greatest bane!--Oh fool! eternal fool!--self-willed, and
self-destroying!--for the single thrill of one poor moment's returning
doubt--I would not suffer martyrdom!'
She wept, and hid her face within the carriage; but, holding out her
hand to Juliet, 'Adieu, Ellis!' she cried, 'I struggle hardly not to
wish you any ill; and I have never given you my malediction: yet
Oh!--that you had never been born!'--
She snatched away her hand, and precipitately drew up all the blinds, to
hide her emotion; but, presently, letting one of them down, called out,
with resumed vivacity, and an air of gay defiance, 'Marry him,
Ellis!--marry him at once! I have always felt that I should be less mad,
if my honour called upon me for reason!--my honour and my pride!'
The groom demanded orders.
'Drive to the end of the world!' she answered, impatiently, 'so you ask
me no questions!' and, forcibly adding, 'Farewell, too happy Ellis!' she
again drew up all the blinds, and, in a minute, was out of sight.
Juliet deplored her fate with the sincerest concern; and ruminated upon
her virtues, and attractive qualities, till their drawbacks diminished
from her view, and left nothing but unaffected wonder, that Harleigh
could resist them: 'twas a wonder, nevertheless, that every feeling of
her heart, in defiance of every conflict, rose, imperiously, to separate
from regret.
At the cottage, she found her recovered property, which she now
concluded,--for her recollection was gone,--that she had dropt upon her
entrance into the room occupied by Harleigh, before she had perceived
that it was not empty.
Here, too, almost immediately afterwards, her messenger returned with a
letter, which had remained more than a week at the post-office; whither
it had been sent back by the farmer, who had refused to risk advancing
the postage.
The letter was from Gabriella, and sad, but full of business. She had
just received a hurrying summons from Mr de ----, her husband, to join
him at Teignmouth, in Devonshire; and, for family-reasons, which ought
not to be resisted, to accompany him abroad. Mr de ---- had been brought
by an accidental conveyance to Torbay; whence, through a peculiarly
favourable opportunity, he was to sail to his place of destination. He
charged her to use the utmost expedition; and, to spare the expence of a
double journey, and the difficulties of a double passport, for and from
London, he should procure permission to meet her at Teignmouth; where
they might remain till their vessel should be ready; the town of
Brixham, within Torbay, being filled with sailors, and unfit for female
residence.
Gabriella owned, that she had nothing substantial, nor even rational, to
oppose to this plan; though her heart would be left in the grave, the
English grave of her adored child. She had relinquished, therefore, her
shop, and paid the rent, and her debts; and obtained money for the
journey by the sale of all her commodities. She then tenderly entreated,
if no insurmountable obstacles forbid it, that Juliet would be of their
party; and gave the direction of Mr de ---- at Teignmouth.
Not a moment could Juliet hesitate upon joining her friend; though
whether or not she should accompany her abroad, she left for decision at
their meeting. She greatly feared the delay in receiving the letter
might make her arrive too late; but the experiment was well worth trial;
and she reached the beautifully situated small town of Teignmouth the
next morning.
She drove to the lodging of which Gabriella had given the direction;
where she had the affliction to learn, that the lady whom she described,
and her husband, had quitted Teignmouth the preceding evening for
Torbay.
She instantly demanded fresh horses, for following them; but the
postilion said, that he must return directly to Exeter, with his chaise;
and enquired where she would alight. Where she might most speedily, she
answered, find means to proceed.
The postilion drove her, then, to a large lodging-house; but the town
was so full of company, as it was the season for bathing, that there was
no chaise immediately ready; and she was obliged to take possession of a
room, till some horses returned.
As soon as she had deposited her baggage, she resolved upon walking back
to the late lodging of Gabriella, to seek some further information.
In re-passing a gallery, which led from her chamber to the stairs, she
perceived, upon a band-box, left at the half-closed door of what
appeared to be the capital apartment, the loved name of Lady Aurora
Granville.
Joy, hope, fondness, and every pleasurable emotion, danced suddenly in
her breast; and, chacing away, by surprize, all fearful caution,
irresistibly impelled her to push open the door.
All possibility of concealment was, she knew, now at an end; and, with
it, finished her long forbearance. How sweet to cast herself, at length,
under so benign a protection! to build upon the unalterable sweetness of
Lady Aurora for a consolatory reception, and openly to claim her
support!
Filled with these delighting ideas, she gently entered the room. It was
empty; but, the door to an inner apartment being open, she heard the
soft voice of Lady Aurora giving directions to some servant.
While she hesitated whether, at once, to venture on, or to send in some
message, a chambermaid, coming out with another band-box, shut the inner
door.
The dress of Juliet was no longer such as to make her appearance in a
capital apartment suspicious; and the chambermaid civily enquired whom
she was pleased to want.
'Lady Aurora Granville,' she hesitatingly answered; adding that she
would tap at her ladyship's door herself, and begging that the maid
would not wait.
The maid, busy and active, hurried off. Quickly, then, though softly,
Juliet stept forward; but at the door, trembling and full of fears, she
stopt short; and the sight of pen, ink, and paper upon a table,
determined her to commit her attempt to writing.
Seizing a sheet of paper, without sitting down, and in a hand scarcely
legible, she began,
'Is Lady Aurora Granville still the same Lady Aurora, the kind, the
benignant, the indulgent Lady Aurora,--' when the sound of another
voice, a voice more discordant, if possible, than that of Lady Aurora
had been melodious, reached her ear from under the window: it was that
of Mrs Howel.
As shaking now with terrour as before she had been trembling with hope,
she rolled up her paper; and was hurrying it into her work-bag, which
had been returned to her by Harleigh; when the chambermaid, re-entering
the room, stared at her with some surprize, demanding whether she had
seen her ladyship.
'No; ... I believe ... she is occupied,' Juliet, stammering, answered;
and flew along the gallery back to her chamber.
That Lady Aurora should be under the care of Mrs Howel, who was the
nearest female relation of Lord Denmeath, could give no surprize to
Juliet; but the impulse which had urged her forward, had only painted to
her a precious interview with Lady Aurora alone; for how venture to
reveal herself in presence of so hard, so inimical a witness? The very
idea, joined to the terrible apprehension of irritating Lord Denmeath,
to aid some new attack from her legal persecutor; so damped her rising
joy, so repressed her buoyant hopes, that, to avoid the insupportable
repetition of injurious interrogatories, painful explanations, and
insulting incredulity, she decided, if she could join Gabriella at
Torbay, to accompany her to her purposed retreat; and there to await
either intelligence of the Bishop, or an open summons from her own
family.
She hastened, therefore, to the late lodging of Gabriella; where, upon a
more minute investigation, she found, that a message had been left, in
case a lady should call to enquire for Madame de ----, to say, that the
small vessel in which M. de ---- and herself were humanely to be
received as passengers, was ready to sail; and to promise to write upon
their landing; and to endeavour to fix upon some means of re-union. The
lady, the lodging-people said, had lost all hope of her friend's
arrival, but had left that message in case of accidents.
More eagerly than ever, Juliet now enquired for any kind of carriage;
but the town was full, and every vehicle was engaged till the next
morning.
The next morning opened with a new and cruel disappointment: the
chambermaid came with excuses, that no chaise could be had, till towards
evening, as the Honourable Mrs Howel had engaged all the horses, to
carry herself and her people to Chudleigh-park.
Dreadful to the impatience of Juliet was such a loss of time; yet she
shrunk from all appeal, upon her prior rights, with Mrs Howel.
Still, not to render impossible, before her departure, an interview,
after which her heart was sighing, with Lady Aurora, she addressed to
her a few lines.
'To the Right Honourable Lady Aurora Granville.
'Brought hither in search of the friend of my earlier youth, what
have been my perturbation, my hope, my fear, at the sound of the
voice of her whom, proudly and fondly, it is my first wish to be
permitted to love, and to claim as the friend of my future days!
Ah, Lady Aurora! my inmost soul is touched and
moved!--nevertheless, not to press upon the difficulties of your
delicacy, nor to take advantage of the softness of your
sensibility, I go hence without imploring your support or
countenance. I quit again this loved land, scarcely known, though
devoutly revered, to watch and wait,--far, far off!--for tidings of
my future lot: I go to join the generous guardian of my orphan
life,--till I know whether I may hope to be acknowledged by a
brother! I go to dwell with my noble adopted sister,--till I learn
whether I may be recalled, to be owned by one still nearer,--and
who alone can be still dearer!'
She gave this paper sealed, for delivery, to the chambermaid; saying
that she was going to take a long walk; and desiring, should there be
any answer, that it might carefully be kept for her return.
This measure was to give Lady Aurora time to reflect, whether or not she
should demand an explanation of the note; rather than to surprize the
first eager impulse of her kindness.
She then bent her steps towards the sea-side; but, though it was still
very early, there was so much company upon the sands, taking exercise
before, or after bathing, that she soon turned another way; and, invited
by the verdant freshness of the prospects, rambled on for a considerable
time: at first, with no other design than to while away a few hours;
but, afterwards, to give to those hours the pleasure ever new, ever
instructive, of viewing and studying the works of nature; which, on this
charming spot, now awfully noble, now elegantly simple; where the sea
and the land, the one sublime in its sameness, the other, exhilarating
in its variety, seem to be presented, as if in primeval lustre, to the
admiring eye of a meditative being.
She clambered up various rocks, nearly to their summit, to enjoy, in one
grand perspective, the stupendous expansion of the ocean, glittering
with the brilliant rays of a bright and cloudless sky: dazzled, she
descended to their base, to repose her sight upon the soft, yet lively
tint of the green turf, and the rich, yet mild hue of the downy moss.
Almost sinking, now, from the scorching beams of a nearly vertical sun,
she looked round for some umbrageous retreat; but, refreshed the next
moment, by salubrious sea-breezes, by the coolness of the rocks, or by
the shade of the trees, she remained stationary, and charmed; a devoutly
adoring spectatress of the lovely, yet magnificent scenery encircling
her; so vast in its glory, so impressive in its details, of wild, varied
nature, apparently in its original state.
When at length, she judged it to be right to return, upon coming within
sight of the lodging-house, she saw a carriage at the door, into which
some lady was mounting.
Could it be Lady Aurora?--could she so depart, after reading her letter?
She retreated till the carriage drove off; and then, at the foot of the
stairs, met the chambermaid; of whom she eagerly asked, whether there
were any letter, or message, for her, from Lady Aurora.
The maid answered No; her ladyship was gone away without saying any
thing.
The words 'gone away' extremely affected Juliet, who, in ascending to
her room, wept bitterly at such a desertion; even while concluding it to
have been exacted by Mrs Howel.
She rang the bell, to enquire whether she might now have a chaise.
The chambermaid told her that she must come that very moment to speak to
a lady.
'What lady?' cried Juliet, ever awake to hope; 'Is Lady Aurora Granville
come back?'
No, no; Lady Aurora was gone to Chudleigh.
'What lady then?'
Mrs Howel, the maid answered, who ordered her to come that instant.
''Tis a mistake,' said Juliet, with spirit; 'you must seek some other
person to whom to deliver such a message!'
The maid would have asserted her exactitude in executing her commission;
but Juliet, declining to hear her, insisted upon being left.
Extremely disturbed, she could suggest no reason why Mrs Howel should
remain, when Lady Aurora was gone; nor divine whether her letter were
voluntarily unanswered; or whether it had even been delivered; nor what
might still instigate the unrestrained arrogance of Mrs Howel.
In a few minutes, the chambermaid returned, to acquaint her, that, if
she did not come immediately, Mrs Howel would send for her in another
manner.
Too indignant, now, for fear, Juliet, said that she had no answer to
give to such a message; and charged the maid not to bring her any other.
Another, nevertheless, and ere she had a moment to breathe, followed;
which was still more peremptory, and to which the chambermaid sneeringly
added,
'You wonna let me look into youore work-bag, wull y?'
'Why should you look into my work-bag?'
'Nay, it ben't I as do want it; it be Maddam Howel.'
'And for what purpose?'
'Nay, I can't zay; but a do zay a ha' lost a bank-note.'
'And what have I, or my work-bag, to do with that?'
'Nay I don't know; but it ben't I ha' ta'en it. And it ben't I--'
She stopt, grinning significantly; but, finding that Juliet deigned not
to ask an explanation, went on: 'It ben't I as husselled zomat into my
work-bag, in zuch a peck o' troubles, vor to hide it; it ben't I, vor
there be no mortal mon, nor womon neither, I be afeared of; vor I do
teake no mon's goods but my own.'
Juliet now was thunderstruck. If a bank-note were missing, appearances,
from her silently entering and quitting the room, were certainly against
her; and though it could not be difficult to clear away such a
suspicion, it was shocking, past endurance, to have such a suspicion to
clear.
While she hesitated what to reply, the maid, not doubting but that her
embarrassment was guilt, triumphantly continued her own defence; saying,
whoever might be suspected, it could not be she, for she did not go into
other people's rooms, not she! to peer about, and see what was to be
seen; nor say she was going to call upon grand gentlefolks, when she was
not going to do any such thing; not she! nor tear paper upon other
people's tables, to roll things up, and poke them into her work-bag; not
she! she had nothing to hide, for there was nothing she took, so there
was nothing she had to be ashamed of, not she!
She then mutteringly walked off; but almost instantly returned, desiring
to know, in the name of Mrs Howel, whether Miss Ellis preferred that the
business of her examination should be terminated, before proper
witnesses, in her own room.
Juliet, thus assailed, urged by judgment, and a sense of propriety,
struggled against personal feelings and fears; and resolved to rescue
not only herself, but her family, from the disgrace of a public
interrogatory. She walked, therefore, straight forward to the apartment
of Mrs Howel; determined to own, without delay, her birth and situation,
rather than submit to any indignity.
At the entrance, she made way for the chambermaid to announce her; but
when she heard that voice, which, to her shocked ears, sounded far more
hoarse, more harsh, and more coarse than the raven's croak, her spirits
nearly forsook her. To cast herself thus upon the powerful enmity of
Lord Denmeath, with no kind Lady Aurora at hand, to soften the hazardous
tale, by her benignant pity; no generous Lord Melbury within call, to
resist perverse incredulity, by spontaneous support, and promised
protection:--'twas dreadful!--Yet no choice now remained, no possible
resource; she must meet her fate, or run away as a culprit.
The latter she utterly disdained; and, at the words, loudly spoken, from
the inner room, 'Order her to appear!' she summoned to her aid all that
she possessed of pride or of dignity, to disguise her apprehensions; and
obeyed the imperious mandate.
Mrs Howel, seated upon an easy chair, received her with an air of
prepared scorn; in which, nevertheless, was mixed some surprize at the
elegance, yet propriety, of her attire. 'Young woman,' she sternly said,
'what part is this you are acting? And what is it you suppose will be
its result? Can you imagine that you are to brave people of condition
with impunity? You have again dared to address, clandestinely, and by
letter, a young lady of quality, whom you know to be forbidden to afford
you any countenance. You have entered my apartment under false
pretences; you have been detected precipitately quitting it, thrusting
something into your work-bag, evidently taken from my table.'--
Juliet now felt her speech restored by contempt. 'I by no means
intended, Madam,' she drily answered, 'to have intruded upon your
benevolence. The sheet of paper which I took was to write to Lady Aurora
Granville; and I imagined,--mistakenly, it seems,--that it was already
her ladyship's.'
The calmness of Juliet operated to produce a storm in Mrs Howel that
fired all her features; though, deeming it unbecoming her rank in life,
to shew anger to a person beneath her, she subdued her passion into
sarcasm, and said, 'Her ladyship, then, it seems, is to provide the
paper with which you write to her, as well as the clothes with which you
wait upon her? That she refuses herself whatever is not indispensable,
in order to make up a secret purse, has long been clear to me; and I
now, in your assumed garments, behold the application of her
privations!'
'Oh Lady Aurora! lovely and loved Lady Aurora! have you indeed this
kindness for me! this heavenly goodness!'--interrupted, from a
sensibility that she would not seek to repress, the penetrated Juliet.
'Unparalleled assurance!' exclaimed Mrs Howel. 'And do you think thus
triumphantly to gain your sinister ends? no! Lady Aurora will never see
your letter! I have already dispatched it to my Lord Denmeath.'
The spirit of Juliet now instantly sunk: she felt herself again betrayed
into the power of her persecutor; again seized; and trembled so
exceedingly, that she with difficulty kept upon her feet.
Mrs Howel exultingly perceived her advantage. 'What,' she haughtily
demanded, 'has brought you hither? And why are you here? If, indeed, you
approach the sea-side with a view to embark, and return whence you
came, I am far from offering any impediment to so befitting a measure.
My Lord Denmeath, I have reason to believe, would even assist it. Speak,
young woman! have you sense enough of the unbecoming situation in which
you now stand, to take so proper a course for getting to your home?'
'My home!' repeated Juliet, casting up her eyes, which, bedewed with
tears at the word, she then covered with her handkerchief.
'If to go thither be your intention,' said Mrs Howel, 'the matter may be
accommodated; speak, then.'
'The little, Madam, that I mean to say,' cried Juliet, 'I must beg leave
to address to you when you are alone.' For the waiting-woman still
remained at the side of the toilette-table.
'At length, then,' said Mrs Howel, much gratified, though always
scornful; 'you mean to confess?' And she told her woman to hasten the
packing up, and then to step into the next room.
'Think, however;' she continued; 'deliberate, in this interval, upon
what you are going to do. I have already heard the tale which I have
seen, by your letter, you hint at propagating; heard it from my Lord
Denmeath himself. But so idle a fabrication, without a single proof, or
document, in its support, will only be considered as despicable. If
that, therefore, is the subject upon which you purpose to entertain me
in this _tête à tête_, be advised to change it, untried. Such stale
tricks are only to be played upon the inexperienced. You may well blush,
young woman! I am willing to hope it is with shame.'
'You force me, Madam, to speak!' indignantly cried Juliet; 'though you
will not, thus publicly, force me to an explanation. For your own sake,
Madam, for decency's, if not for humanity's sake, press me no further,
till we are alone! or the blush with which you upbraid me, now, may
hereafter be yours! And not a blush like mine, from the indignation of
innocence injured--yet unsullied; but the blush of confusion and shame;
latent, yet irrepressible!'
Rage, now, is a word inadequate to express the violent feelings of Mrs
Howel, which, nevertheless, she still strove to curb under an appearance
of disdain. 'You would spare me, then,' she cried, 'this humiliation?
And you suppose I can listen to such arrogance? Undeceive yourself,
young woman; and produce the contents of your work-bag at once, or
expect its immediate seizure for examination, by an officer of justice.'
'What, Madam, do you mean?' cried Juliet, endeavouring, but not very
successfully, to speak with unconcern.
'To allow you the choice of more, or fewer witnesses to your boasted
innocence!'
'If your curiosity, Madam,' said Juliet, more calmly, yet not daring any
longer to resist, 'is excited to take an inventory of my small property,
I must endeavour to indulge it.'
She was preparing to untie the strings of her work-bag; when a sudden
recollection of the bank-notes of Harleigh, for the possession of which
she could give no possible account, checked her hand, and changed her
countenance.
Mrs Howel, perceiving her embarrassment, yet more haughtily said, 'Will
you deliver your work-bag, young woman, to Rawlins?'
'No, Madam!' answered Juliet, reviving with conscious dignity; 'I will
neither so far offend myself at this moment,--nor you for every moment
that shall follow! I can deliver it only into your own hands.'
'Enough!' cried Mrs Howel. 'Rawlins, order Hilson to enquire out the
magistrate of this village, and to desire that he will send to me some
peace-officer immediately.'
She then opened the door of a small inner room, into which she shut
herself, with an air of deadly vengeance.
Mrs Rawlins, at the same time, passed to the outer room, to summon
Hilson.
Juliet, confounded, remained alone. She looked from one side to the
other; expecting either that Mrs Howel would call upon her, or that Mrs
Rawlins would return for further orders. Neither of them re-appeared, or
spoke.
Alarmed, now, yet more powerfully than disgusted, she compelled herself
to tap at the door of Mrs Howel, and to beg admission.
She received no answer. A second and a third attempt failed equally.
Affrighted more seriously, she hastened to the outer room; where a man,
Hilson, she supposed, was just quitting Mrs Rawlins.
'Mrs Rawlins,' she cried; 'I beseech you not to send any one off, till
you have received fresh directions.'
Mrs Rawlins desired to know whether this were the command of her lady.
'It will be,' Juliet replied, 'when I have spoken to her again.'
Mrs Rawlins answered, that her lady was always accustomed to be obeyed
at once; and told Hilson to make haste.
Juliet entreated for only a moment's delay; but the man would not
listen.
Though from justice Juliet could have nothing to fear, the idea of
being forced to own herself, when a peace-officer was sent for, to avoid
being examined as a criminal, filled her with such horrour and affright,
that, calling out, 'Stop! stop! I beseech you stop!--' she ran after the
man, with a precipitate eagerness, that made her nearly rush into the
arms of a gentleman, who, at that moment, having just passed by Hilson,
filled up the way.
Without looking at him, she sought to hurry on; but, upon his saying, 'I
ask pardon, Ma'am, for barricading your passage in this sort;' she
recognized the voice of her first patron, the Admiral.
Charmed with the hope of succour, 'Is it you, Sir?' she cried. 'Oh Sir,
stop that person!--Call to him! Bid him return! I implore you!--'
'To be sure I will, ma'am!' answered he, courteously taking off his hat,
though appearing much amazed; and hallooing after Hilson, 'Hark'ee, my
lad! be so kind to veer about a bit.'
Hilson, not venturing to shew disrespect to the uniform of the Admiral,
stood still.
The Admiral then, putting on his hat, and conceiving his business to be
done, was passing on; and Hilson grinning at the short-lived impediment,
was continuing his route; but the calls and pleadings of Juliet made the
Admiral turn back, and, in a tone of authority, and with the voice of a
speaking trumpet, angrily cry, 'Halloo, there! Tack about and come
hither, my lad! What do you go t'other way for, when a lady calls you?
By George, if they had you aboard, they'd soon teach you better
manners!'
Juliet, again addressing him, said, 'Oh Sir! how good you are! how truly
benevolent!--Detain him but till I speak with his lady, and I shall be
obliged to you eternally!'
'To be sure I will, Ma'am!' answered the wondering Admiral. 'He sha'n't
pass me. You may depend upon that.'
Juliet, meaning now to make her sad and forced confession, re-entered
the first apartment; and was soliciting, through Mrs Rawlins, for an
audience with Mrs Howel; when Hilson, surlily returning, preceded the
petitioner to his lady; and complained that he had been set upon by a
bully of the young woman's.
Mrs Howel, coming forth, with a wrath that was deaf to prayer or
representation, gave orders that the master of the house should be
called to account for such an insult to one of her people.
The master of the house appearing, made a thousand excuses for what had
happened; but said that he could not be answerable for people's falling
to words upon the stairs.
Mrs Howel insisted upon reparation; and that those who had affronted her
people should be told to go out of the house; or she herself would never
enter it again.
The landlord declared that he did not know how to do such a thing, for
the gentleman was his honour the Admiral; who was come to spend two or
three days there, from the shipping at Torbay.
If it were a general-officer who had acted thus, she said, he could
certainly give some reason for his conduct; and she desired the landlord
to ask it of him in her name.
In vain, during this debate, Juliet made every concession, save that of
delivering her work-bag to the scrutiny of Mrs Rawlins; nothing less
would satisfy the enraged Mrs Howel, who resisted all overtures for a
_tête à tête_; determined publicly to humble the object of her wrath.
The Admiral, who was found standing sentinel at the door, desired an
audience of the lady himself.
Mrs Howel accorded it with readiness; ordering Hilson, Mrs Rawlins, and
the landlord, to remain in the room.