Chapter XIII

Here was wrought a surprizing change in my friend. What was it that

had shaken conviction so firm? Had any thing occurred during my fit,

adequate to produce so total an alteration? My attendants informed me

that he had not left my apartment; that the unusual duration of my fit,

and the failure, for a time, of all the means used for my recovery, had

filled him with grief and dismay. Did he regard the effect which his

reproaches had produced as a proof of my sincerity?

In this state of mind, I little regarded my languors of body. I rose

and requested an interview with him before my departure, on which I was

resolved, notwithstanding his earnest solicitation to spend the night

at his house. He complied with my request. The tenderness which he had

lately betrayed, had now disappeared, and he once more relapsed into a

chilling solemnity.

I told him that I was preparing to return to my brother's; that I had

come hither to vindicate my innocence from the foul aspersions which he

had cast upon it. My pride had not taken refuge in silence or distance.

I had not relied upon time, or the suggestion of his cooler thoughts, to

confute his charges. Conscious as I was that I was perfectly guiltless,

and entertaining some value for his good opinion, I could not prevail

upon myself to believe that my efforts to make my innocence manifest,

would be fruitless. Adverse appearances might be numerous and specious,

but they were unquestionably false. I was willing to believe him

sincere, that he made no charges which he himself did not believe; but

these charges were destitute of truth. The grounds of his opinion were

fallacious; and I desired an opportunity of detecting their fallacy.

I entreated him to be explicit, and to give me a detail of what he had

heard, and what he had seen.

At these words, my companion's countenance grew darker. He appeared

to be struggling with his rage. He opened his lips to speak, but his

accents died away ere they were formed. This conflict lasted for some

minutes, but his fortitude was finally successful. He spoke as follows:

"I would fain put an end to this hateful scene: what I shall say, will

be breath idly and unprofitably consumed. The clearest narrative will

add nothing to your present knowledge. You are acquainted with the

grounds of my opinion, and yet you avow yourself innocent: Why then

should I rehearse these grounds? You are apprized of the character of

Carwin: Why then should I enumerate the discoveries which I have made

respecting him? Yet, since it is your request; since, considering the

limitedness of human faculties, some error may possibly lurk in those

appearances which I have witnessed, I will briefly relate what I know.

"Need I dwell upon the impressions which your conversation and

deportment originally made upon me? We parted in childhood; but our

intercourse, by letter, was copious and uninterrupted. How fondly did I

anticipate a meeting with one whom her letters had previously taught

me to consider as the first of women, and how fully realized were the

expectations that I had formed!

"Here, said I, is a being, after whom sages may model their transcendent

intelligence, and painters, their ideal beauty. Here is exemplified,

that union between intellect and form, which has hitherto existed only

in the conceptions of the poet. I have watched your eyes; my attention

has hung upon your lips. I have questioned whether the enchantments of

your voice were more conspicuous in the intricacies of melody, or the

emphasis of rhetoric. I have marked the transitions of your discourse,

the felicities of your expression, your refined argumentation, and

glowing imagery; and been forced to acknowledge, that all delights were

meagre and contemptible, compared with those connected with the

audience and sight of you. I have contemplated your principles, and been

astonished at the solidity of their foundation, and the perfection of

their structure. I have traced you to your home. I have viewed you in

relation to your servants, to your family, to your neighbours, and to

the world. I have seen by what skilful arrangements you facilitate

the performance of the most arduous and complicated duties; what daily

accessions of strength your judicious discipline bestowed upon

your memory; what correctness and abundance of knowledge was daily

experienced by your unwearied application to books, and to writing.

If she that possesses so much in the bloom of youth, will go on

accumulating her stores, what, said I, is the picture she will display

at a mature age?

"You know not the accuracy of my observation. I was desirous that others

should profit by an example so rare. I therefore noted down, in writing,

every particular of your conduct. I was anxious to benefit by an

opportunity so seldom afforded us. I laboured not to omit the slightest

shade, or the most petty line in your portrait. Here there was no other

task incumbent on me but to copy; there was no need to exaggerate or

overlook, in order to produce a more unexceptionable pattern. Here was

a combination of harmonies and graces, incapable of diminution or

accession without injury to its completeness.

"I found no end and no bounds to my task. No display of a scene like

this could be chargeable with redundancy or superfluity. Even the colour

of a shoe, the knot of a ribband, or your attitude in plucking a

rose, were of moment to be recorded. Even the arrangements of your

breakfast-table and your toilet have been amply displayed.

"I know that mankind are more easily enticed to virtue by example than

by precept. I know that the absoluteness of a model, when supplied by

invention, diminishes its salutary influence, since it is useless, we

think, to strive after that which we know to be beyond our reach. But

the picture which I drew was not a phantom; as a model, it was devoid

of imperfection; and to aspire to that height which had been really

attained, was by no means unreasonable. I had another and more

interesting object in view. One existed who claimed all my tenderness.

Here, in all its parts, was a model worthy of assiduous study, and

indefatigable imitation. I called upon her, as she wished to secure and

enhance my esteem, to mould her thoughts, her words, her countenance,

her actions, by this pattern.

"The task was exuberant of pleasure, and I was deeply engaged in it,

when an imp of mischief was let loose in the form of Carwin. I admired

his powers and accomplishments. I did not wonder that they were admired

by you. On the rectitude of your judgement, however, I relied to keep

this admiration within discreet and scrupulous bounds. I assured myself,

that the strangeness of his deportment, and the obscurity of his life,

would teach you caution. Of all errors, my knowledge of your character

informed me that this was least likely to befall you.

"You were powerfully affected by his first appearance; you were

bewitched by his countenance and his tones; your description was ardent

and pathetic: I listened to you with some emotions of surprize. The

portrait you drew in his absence, and the intensity with which you mused

upon it, were new and unexpected incidents. They bespoke a sensibility

somewhat too vivid; but from which, while subjected to the guidance of

an understanding like yours, there was nothing to dread.

"A more direct intercourse took place between you. I need not apologize

for the solicitude which I entertained for your safety. He that gifted

me with perception of excellence, compelled me to love it. In the midst

of danger and pain, my contemplations have ever been cheered by your

image. Every object in competition with you, was worthless and trivial.

No price was too great by which your safety could be purchased. For

that end, the sacrifice of ease, of health, and even of life, would

cheerfully have been made by me. What wonder then, that I scrutinized

the sentiments and deportment of this man with ceaseless vigilance;

that I watched your words and your looks when he was present; and that I

extracted cause for the deepest inquietudes, from every token which you

gave of having put your happiness into this man's keeping?

"I was cautious in deciding. I recalled the various conversations in

which the topics of love and marriage had been discussed. As a woman,

young, beautiful, and independent, it behoved you to have fortified

your mind with just principles on this subject. Your principles were

eminently just. Had not their rectitude and their firmness been attested

by your treatment of that specious seducer Dashwood? These principles,

I was prone to believe, exempted you from danger in this new state of

things. I was not the last to pay my homage to the unrivalled capacity,

insinuation, and eloquence of this man. I have disguised, but could

never stifle the conviction, that his eyes and voice had a witchcraft

in them, which rendered him truly formidable: but I reflected on the

ambiguous expression of his countenance--an ambiguity which you were the

first to remark; on the cloud which obscured his character; and on the

suspicious nature of that concealment which he studied; and concluded

you to be safe. I denied the obvious construction to appearances. I

referred your conduct to some principle which had not been hitherto

disclosed, but which was reconcileable with those already known.

"I was not suffered to remain long in this suspence. One evening, you

may recollect, I came to your house, where it was my purpose, as usual,

to lodge, somewhat earlier than ordinary. I spied a light in your

chamber as I approached from the outside, and on inquiring of Judith,

was informed that you were writing. As your kinsman and friend, and

fellow-lodger, I thought I had a right to be familiar. You were in your

chamber, but your employment and the time were such as to make it no

infraction of decorum to follow you thither. The spirit of mischievous

gaiety possessed me. I proceeded on tiptoe. You did not perceive

my entrance; and I advanced softly till I was able to overlook your

shoulder.

"I had gone thus far in error, and had no power to recede. How

cautiously should we guard against the first inroads of temptation! I

knew that to pry into your papers was criminal; but I reflected that

no sentiment of yours was of a nature which made it your interest to

conceal it. You wrote much more than you permitted your friends to

peruse. My curiosity was strong, and I had only to throw a glance upon

the paper, to secure its gratification. I should never have deliberately

committed an act like this. The slightest obstacle would have repelled

me; but my eye glanced almost spontaneously upon the paper. I caught

only parts of sentences; but my eyes comprehended more at a glance,

because the characters were short-hand. I lighted on the words

_summer-house_, _midnight_, and made out a passage which spoke of the

propriety and of the effects to be expected from _another_ interview.

All this passed in less than a moment. I then checked myself, and made

myself known to you, by a tap upon your shoulder.

"I could pardon and account for some trifling alarm; but your

trepidation and blushes were excessive. You hurried the paper out of

sight, and seemed too anxious to discover whether I knew the contents to

allow yourself to make any inquiries. I wondered at these appearances

of consternation, but did not reason on them until I had retired. When

alone, these incidents suggested themselves to my reflections anew.

"To what scene, or what interview, I asked, did you allude? Your

disappearance on a former evening, my tracing you to the recess in the

bank, your silence on my first and second call, your vague answers and

invincible embarrassment, when you, at length, ascended the hill, I

recollected with new surprize. Could this be the summerhouse alluded to?

A certain timidity and consciousness had generally attended you, when

this incident and this recess had been the subjects of conversation.

Nay, I imagined that the last time that adventure was mentioned, which

happened in the presence of Carwin, the countenance of the latter

betrayed some emotion. Could the interview have been with him?

"This was an idea calculated to rouse every faculty to contemplation.

An interview at that hour, in this darksome retreat, with a man of this

mysterious but formidable character; a clandestine interview, and one

which you afterwards endeavoured with so much solicitude to conceal! It

was a fearful and portentous occurrence. I could not measure his power,

or fathom his designs. Had he rifled from you the secret of your love,

and reconciled you to concealment and nocturnal meetings? I scarcely ever

spent a night of more inquietude.

"I knew not how to act. The ascertainment of this man's character

and views seemed to be, in the first place, necessary. Had he openly

preferred his suit to you, we should have been impowered to make

direct inquiries; but since he had chosen this obscure path, it seemed

reasonable to infer that his character was exceptionable. It, at

least, subjected us to the necessity of resorting to other means of

information. Yet the improbability that you should commit a deed of such

rashness, made me reflect anew upon the insufficiency of those grounds

on which my suspicions had been built, and almost to condemn myself for

harbouring them.

"Though it was mere conjecture that the interview spoken of had taken

place with Carwin, yet two ideas occurred to involve me in the most

painful doubts. This man's reasonings might be so specious, and

his artifices so profound, that, aided by the passion which you had

conceived for him, he had finally succeeded; or his situation might be

such as to justify the secrecy which you maintained. In neither case did

my wildest reveries suggest to me, that your honor had been forfeited.

"I could not talk with you on this subject. If the imputation was false,

its atrociousness would have justly drawn upon me your resentment, and

I must have explained by what facts it had been suggested. If it were

true, no benefit would follow from the mention of it. You had chosen

to conceal it for some reasons, and whether these reasons were true or

false, it was proper to discover and remove them in the first place.

Finally, I acquiesced in the least painful supposition, trammelled as it

was with perplexities, that Carwin was upright, and that, if the reasons

of your silence were known, they would be found to be just."

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