IDENTIFIED.
It was a gloomy day; I had left Laura Grey in the room we usually
occupied, where she was now alone, busy over some of our accounts. I
dare say her thoughts now and then wandered into speculations respecting
the identity of the visitor who, the night before, evaded her
recognition, if indeed he was recognisable by her at all. Her doubts
were now resolved. The room door opened, and the tenant of the steward's
house entered coolly, and approached the table where she was sitting.
Laura Grey did not rise; she did not speak; she sat, pen in hand,
staring at him as if she were on the point of fainting. The star-shaped
scar on his forehead, fixed there by some old fracture, and his stern
and energetic features, were now distinctly before her. He kept his eye
fixed upon her, and smiled, dubious of his reception.
"I saw you, Miss Grey, yesterday afternoon, though you did not see me. I
avoided your eye then; but it was idle supposing that I could continue
even a few days longer in this place without you seeing me. I came last
night with my mind made up to reveal myself, but I put it off till we
should be to ourselves, as we are now. I saw you half guessed me, but
you weren't sure, and I left you in doubt."
He approached till his hands rested upon the table opposite, and said,
with a very stern and eager face,
"Miss Grey, upon my honour, upon my soul, if I can give you an assurance
which can bind a gentleman, I entreat you to believe me. I shan't offer
one syllable contrary to what I now feel to be your wishes. I shan't
press you, I shan't ask you to hear me upon the one subject you say you
object to. You allege that I have done you a wrong. I will spare no
pains to redress it. I will do my utmost in any way you please to
dictate. I will do all this, I swear by everything a gentleman holds
most sacred, upon one very easy condition."
He paused. He was leaning forward, his dark eyes were fixed upon her
with a piercing gaze. She did not, or could not, speak. She was
answering his gaze with a stare wilder and darker, but her very lips
were white.
"I know I have stood in your way; I admit I have injured you, not by
accident; it was with the design and wish to injure you, if the
endeavour to detach a fellow like that be an injury. You shall forgive
me; the most revengeful woman can forgive a man the extravagances of his
jealousy. I am here to renounce all, to retrieve everything. I admit the
injury; it shall be repaired."
She spoke now for the first time, and said, hardly above her breath:
"It's irreparable. It can't be undone--quite irreparable."
"When I undertake a thing I do it; I'll do this at any sacrifice--yes,
at any, of pride or opinion. Suppose I go to the persons in question,
and tell them that they have been deceived, and that I deceived them,
and now confess the whole thing a tissue of lies?"
"You'll never do that."
"By Heavens, as I stand here, I'll do it! Do you suppose I care for
their opinion in comparison with a real object? I'll do it. I'll write
and sign it in your presence; you shall have it to lock up in that desk,
and do what you please with it, upon one condition."
A smile of incredulity lighted Laura Grey's face faintly, as she shook
her head.
"You don't believe me, but you shall. Tell me what will satisfy
you--what practicable proof will convince you. I'll set you right with
them. You believe in a Providence. Do you think I was saved from that
wreck for nothing?"
Laura Grey looked down upon her desk; his fierce eyes were fixed on her
with intense eagerness, for he thought he read in her pale face and her
attitude signs of compliance. It needed, he fancied, perhaps but a
slight impulse to determine her.
"I'll do it all; but, as I told you, on one condition."
There was a silence for a time. He was still watching her intently.
"Let us both be reasonable," he resumed. "I ought, I now know, to have
seen long ago, Miss Grey, that there was no use in my talking to you as
I did. I have been mad. There's the whole story; and now I renounce it
all. I despair; it's over. I'll give you the very best proof of that. I
shall devote myself to another, and you shall aid me. Pray, not a word,
till you have heard me out; that's the condition. If you accept it,
well. If not, so sure as there is life in me, you may regret it."
"There's nothing more you can do I care for now," she broke out with a
look of agony. "Oh, Heaven help me!"
"You'll find there is," he continued, with a quiet laugh. "You can talk
as long as you please when your turn comes. Just hear me out. I only
want you to have the whole case before you. I say you can help me, and
you shall. I'm a very good fellow to work with, and a bitter one to work
against. Now, one moment. I have made the acquaintance of a young lady
whom I wish to marry. Upon my sacred honour, I have no other intention.
She is poor; her father is over head and ears in debt; she can never
have a guinea more than two thousand pounds. It can't be sordid, you'll
allow. There is a Jesuit fellow hanging about this place. He hates me;
he has been in here telling lies of me. I expect you to prevent my being
prejudiced by that slanderer. You can influence the young lady in my
favour, and enable me to improve our acquaintance. I expect you to do
so. These are my conditions. She is Miss Ethel Ware."
The shock of a disclosure so entirely unexpected, and the sting possibly
of wounded vanity, made her reply more spirited than it would have been.
She stood up, and said, quietly and coldly:
"I have neither right nor power in the matter; and if I had, nothing on
earth could induce me to exercise them in your favour. You can write, if
you please, to Mr. Ware, for leave to pay your addresses to his
daughter. But without his leave you shall not visit here, nor join her
in her walks; and if you attempt to do either, I will remove Miss Ware,
and place her under the care of some one better able than I to protect
her."
The young man looked at her with a very pale face.
"I thought you knew me better, Miss Grey," he said, with an angry sneer.
"You refuse your chance of reconciliation."
He paused, as if to allow her time to think better of it.
"Very well; I'm glad I've found you out. Don't you think your situation
is rather an odd one--a governess in Mr. Ware's country quarters? We all
know pretty well what sort of gentleman Mr. Ware is, a gentleman
particularly well qualified by good taste and high spirits to make his
house agreeable. He was here, I understand, for about a week a little
time ago, but his wife does not trouble your solitude much; and now that
he is on his travels, he is succeeded by a young friar. I happen to know
what sort of person Carmel was, and is. Was ever young lady so
fortunate? One only wonders that Mr. Ware, under these circumstances, is
not a little alarmed for the Protestantism of his governess. I should
scarcely have believed that you had found so easily so desirable a home;
but fate has ordained that I should light upon your retreat, and hear
with my own ears the good report of the neighbours, and see with my own
eyes how very comfortable and how extremely happy you are."
He smiled and bowed ironically, and drew towards the door.
"There was nothing to prevent our being on the friendliest
terms--nothing."
He paused, but she made him no answer.
"No reason on earth why we should not. You could have done me a very
trifling kindness. I could have served you vitally."
Another pause here.
"I can ascribe your folly to nothing but the most insensate malice. I
shall take care of myself. You ought to know me. Whatever befalls, you
have to thank but your own infatuated obstinacy for it."
"I have friends still," she cried, in a sudden burst of agony. "Your
cowardice, your threats and insults, your persecution of a creature
quite defenceless and heart-broken, and with no one near to help
her----"
Her voice faltered.
"Find out your friends, if you have got them; tell them what you please;
and, if it is worth while, I will contradict your story. I'll fight your
friends. I'll pit my oath against yours."
There was no sneer on his features now, no irony in his tones; he was
speaking with the bitter vehemence of undisguised fury.
"I shrink from nothing. Things have happened since to make me more
reckless, and by so much the more dangerous. If you knew a little more
you would scarcely dare to quarrel with me." He dashed his hand as he
spoke upon the table.
"I am afraid--I'm frightened; but nothing on earth shall make me do what
you ask."
"That's enough--that closes it," said he. There was a little pause. "And
remember, the consequences I promise are a great deal nearer than you
probably dream of."
With these words, spoken slowly, with studied meaning, he left the room
as suddenly as he had appeared. Laura Grey was trembling. Her thoughts
were not very clear. She was shocked, and even terrified.
The sea, which had swallowed all the rest, had sent up that one wicked
man alive. How many good, kind, and useful lives were lost to earth, she
thought, in those dreadful moments, and that one life, barren of all
good, profligate and cruel, singled out alone for mercy!