QUAM DEUS VULT PERDERE.
The noon of night is past, and Helen Vavasour is alone in her chamber,
without a thought of sleep. In truth, the damsel is exceeding fair to
look upon--though it is a picture over which we dare not linger--as she
leans back, half reclining, on the low couch near the hearth; a loose
dressing-robe of blue cashmere faced with quilted white satin, draping
her figure gracefully, without concealing its grand outlines: her
slender feet, in dainty velvet slippers broidered with seed-pearl,
crossed with an unstudied coquetry that displays the arched instep
ravishingly; a torrent of shining dark hair falling over neck and
shoulder; a thin line of pearly teeth showing through the scarlet lips
that are slightly parted; the light of burning embers reflected in her
deep eyes, that seem trying to read the secrets of the Future in the red
recesses and the fitful flames.
She had been musing thus for many minutes, when a quick step came across
the corridor; there was a gentle tap at the door, and it opened to admit
Mrs. Brabazon.
"I thought I should find you up," she said. "I'm strangely wakeful
to-night, Helen, and very much disposed to talk. Do you mind my staying
here till you or I feel more sleepy?"
Miss Vavasour assented eagerly; indeed, she was rather glad of an excuse
for breaking off her "maiden meditation;" so she established her visitor
in the most luxurious chair she could find, not without a caress of
welcome.
Nevertheless, in spite of their conversational inclinations, neither
seemed in a particular hurry to make a start; and, for some minutes,
there was rather an embarrassed silence. At length Mrs. Brabazon looked
up and spoke suddenly.
"Helen, what answer do you mean to give to the Great Earl to-morrow?
Don't open your eyes wonderingly; I drew my own conclusions from what I
saw last night. Besides, Lady Mildred is perfectly well informed; though
she has not said a word to you, she has spoken to me about it, and asked
me to help the good cause with my counsel and advice, if I could find
time and occasion. Shall I begin?"
She spoke lightly; but the grave anxiety on her face belied her tone.
Miss Vavasour's thoughts had been devoted so exclusively to one subject,
that its abrupt introduction now did not startle her at all. Her smile
was cold and somewhat disdainful, as she replied--
"Thank you, very much. But it is hardly worth while to go through all
the advantages of the alliance; I have had a full and complete catalogue
of them already. They chose Max for an ambassador, and I assure you he
discharged his duties quite conscientiously, and did not spare me a
single detail; he was nearly eloquent sometimes; and I never saw him so
near enthusiasm as when he described the Clydesdale diamonds. He made me
understand too, very plainly, that the fortunes of our family depended a
good deal upon me. Did you know that we are absolutely ruined, and have
hardly a right, now, to call Dene ours?"
Ah, woe and dishonour! Is it Helen's voice that is speaking? Have twelve
months changed the frank, impulsive girl into a calculating, worldly
woman, a pupil that her own mother might be proud of? For all the
emotion or interest she betrays, she might be a princess, wooed by
proxy, to be the bride of a king whom she has never seen.
Some such thoughts as these rushed across Maud Brabazon's mind, as she
listened; great fear and pity rose up in her kind heart, till her eyes
could scarcely refrain from tears.
"I had heard something of this," she said, sadly; "though I did not know
things were so desperate. There are a hundred arguments that would urge
you to say--Yes, and only two or three to make you say--No. It is
absolutely the most brilliant match in England. You will have the most
perfect establishment that ever was dreamt of, and we shall all envy you
intensely; it has been contemplated for you, and you have expected the
proposal yourself for months; I know all that. Yesterday--I should not
have thought it probable you could hesitate; to-day--I do beg and pray
you to pause. I think you will be in great danger if you marry the Earl.
Have you deceived yourself into believing that you love him?"
"I don't deceive myself; and I have never deceived him. He is ready and
willing to take what I can give, and expects no more, I am certain. I do
not love Lord Clydesdale; and I am not even sure that we shall suit each
other. But he is anxious to make the trial, and I--am content. I know
that I shall try honestly to do my duty as his wife, if he will let me.
That is all. Time works wonders, they say; it may do something for us
both."
Still the same slow, distinct utterance; the same formal, constrained
manner; as if she were repeating a lesson thoroughly learnt by rote.
Maud Brabazon was only confirmed in her purpose to persevere to the
uttermost in her warning.
"I have no right to advise," she said; "and moral preaching comes with
an ill grace, I dare say, from my foolish lips. But indeed--indeed--I
only speak because I like you sincerely, and I would save you if I
could. One may deceive oneself about the past, as well as the future.
Are you sure that you can forget? Are you sure that an old love has not
the mastery still? Helen, if I were your mother I would not trust you."
The girl's cheek flushed brightly--less in confusion than in anger.
"You need have no false delicacy, Maud. If you mean that I shall never
love any one as I have loved Alan, if you mean that I still care for him
more than for any living creature, you are quite right. But it is all
over between us, for ever and ever. We shall always be cousins
henceforth--no more; he said so himself. If a word could make us all we
once were, I don't think I would speak it; I am sure _he_ never would.
But, my dear, it does surprise me beyond everything, to hear _you_
arguing on the romantic side. You never could have worshipped Mr.
Brabazon, before or after marriage; and yet you amuse yourself better
than any one I know."
Miss Vavasour's quick temper--always impatient of contradiction--was in
the ascendant just then, or she would scarcely have uttered that last
taunt. She bitterly repented it when she saw the other cower under the
blow, bowing her head into her clasped hands, humbly and sorrowfully.
When Maud looked up, not one of the many who had admired and loved her
radiant face would have recognised it in its pale resolve.
"You only spoke the truth, Helen. Don't be penitent; but listen as
patiently as you can. At least, my example shall not encourage you in
running into danger. I will tell you a secret that I meant to carry to
my grave. You incur a greater risk than ever I did; see, how it has
fared with me. It is quite true that I did not love my husband when I
accepted him; but I had never known even a serious fancy for any one
else. I imagined I was hardened enough to be safe in making a
conventional marriage. And so--so it went on well enough for some years;
but my falsehood was punished at last. They say, it is sharp pain when
frozen blood begins to circulate; ah, Helen--trust me--it is worse
still, when one's heart wakes up. I cannot tell you how it came about
with me. He never tried to make me flirt, like the rest of them; but
when he spoke to me, his voice always changed and softened. He never
tried to monopolize me, but wherever I went, he was sure to be; and,
some nights, when I was more wild and mischievous than usual, I could
see wonder and pity in his great melancholy eyes: they began to haunt
me, those eyes; and I began to miss him and feel disappointed and
lonely, if an evening passed without our meeting. But I never betrayed
myself, till one night Geoffrey told me, suddenly, that he was to sail
in four days for the coast of Africa. I could not help trembling all
over, and I knew that my face was growing white and cold; I looked up in
his--just for one second--and I read his secret, and confessed mine. He
had mercy on my weakness--God rewarded him for it!--he only asked for a
flower that I wore, when I would have given him my life or my soul; for
I was wicked and mad, that night. It was so like him: I know he would
never tempt me: he would save me from going wrong if it cost him his
heart's blood. Fevers and horrors of all sorts beset them on that coast:
I might read Geoffrey's death in the next _Gazette_, and yet--his lips
have not touched my hand. You say I amuse myself. Do you know, that I
must have light, and society, and excitement, or I should go mad? I dare
not sit at home and think for an hour. I have to feed my miserable
vanity, to keep my conscience quiet. I am pure in act and deed, and no
one can whisper away my honour; but in thought I am viler than many
outcasts--treacherous, and sinning every day, not only against my
marriage vow, but against _him_. I often wish I were dead, but I am not
fit to die."
She had fallen forward as she spoke, and lay prone with her head buried
in Helen's lap--a wreck of womanhood in her abasement and self-contempt.
The wind, that had been rising gustily for hours past, swelled into fury
just then, driving the sleet against the casements like showers of
small-shot, and howling savagely through the cedars as though in mockery
of the stricken heart's wail. Maud Brabazon shivered and lifted up her
wild scared face--
"Do you hear _that_?" said she, "I never sleep when a gale is blowing.
The other night Bertie Grenvil was pleading his very best; I answered at
random, and I daresay I laughed nervously; he fancied it was because his
words had confused me. I was only thinking--what the weather might be on
the Western coast, for a gust like that last was sweeping by. Ah, Helen,
darling! do listen and be warned in time; if you don't see your danger,
pause and reflect, if only for my sake. Have I made my miserable
confession in vain."
Miss Vavasour's expression was set and steadfast as ever, though tears
swam in her eyes; she leant down and clasped her soft white arms round
Maud Brabazon's neck, and pressed a pitiful tender kiss on the poor
humbled head.
"Not in vain, dearest!" she whispered; "I shall always love and trust
you henceforth, because I know you thoroughly. But I cannot go back. It
is too late now, even if I would. I hope I shall be able to do my duty;
at least I need not fear the peril of ever loving again. I must accept
Lord Clydesdale to-morrow."
Maud drew quickly out of the close embrace, and threw herself back,
burying her face in her hands once more; when she uncovered it, it was
possessed by nothing but a blank white despair.
"The punishment is coming!" she said; "I can do harm enough, but I can
do no good, if I try ever so hard--that is clear. I will help you always
to the uttermost of my power; but we will never speak of this again."
She rose directly afterwards, and after the exchange of a long
caress--somewhat mechanical on one side--quitted the room with a vague
uncertain step. So Helen's very last chance was cast away, and she was
left to the enjoyment of her prospects and her dreams.
The decisive interview came off on the following morning. There was not
a pretence of romance throughout. Lord Clydesdale manifested a proper
amount of eagerness and _empressement_; Helen was perfectly cool and
imperial; nevertheless, the suitor seemed more than satisfied. The
negotiation was laid in due form before the Squire and Lady Mildred in
the course of the day. To do the Earl justice, he had never been
niggardly or captious in finance, and his liberality now was almost
ostentatiously magnificent. By some means or other he had been made
perfectly aware of the state of affairs at Dene. Besides superb
proposals of dower and pin-money, he offered to advance, at absurdly
moderate interest, enough to clear off all the encumbrances on the
Vavasour property; and the whole of the sum was to be settled on younger
children--in default of these, to be solely at Helen's disposal.
The poor Squire, though not taken by surprise, was fairly overwhelmed.
The temptation of comparatively freeing the dear old house and domain
would have proved nearly irresistible even to a stronger mind and will;
still, he felt far from comfortable. He did try to salve his unquiet
conscience by requiring an interview with his daughter, and seeking
therein to arrive at the real state of her heart. It was an honest offer
of self-sacrifice, but really a very safe one. Helen did not betray the
faintest regret or constraint; so Hubert Vavasour resigned himself, not
unwillingly, to the timely rescue. I have not patience to linger over
Lady Mildred's intense undemonstrative triumph.
It was settled that the marriage should take place early in the spring.
All the preliminaries went on swiftly and smoothly, as golden wheels
will run when thoroughly adjusted and oiled. Miss Vavasour behaved
admirably; she accepted numberless congratulations, gratefully and
gracefully; in the intercourse with her _fiance_ she evinced no prudery
or undue reserve, but nevertheless contrived to repress the Earl's
enthusiasm within very endurable limits.
Only one scene occurred, before the wedding, which is worth recording;
it is rather a characteristic one. Perhaps you have forgotten that, in
the second chapter of this eventful history, there was mentioned the
name of one Schmidt, a mighty iron founder of Newmanham, who had bought
up all the mortgages on Dene? His intention had been evident from the
first; and just about the time of the last affiancement, his lawyers
gave notice that he meant to call in the money or foreclose without
mercy.
Now the Squire, though he naturally exulted, as a Gentile and a landed
proprietor, in the discomfiture of the Hebrew capitalist, would have
allowed things to be arranged quietly, in the regular professional way.
But this, Lord Clydesdale, when consulted on the subject, would by no
means suffer. He begged that the meeting of the lawyers might take place
at Dene; and that, if it were possible, Ephraim Schmidt should be
induced to attend in person: the paying off of the mortgages was not to
be previously hinted at in any way. The whims of great men must be
sometimes humoured, even by the law; and this was not such a very
unreasonable one after all.
"I wouldn't miss seeing the Jew's face if it cost another thousand!" the
Earl said, with a fierce laugh; so that it was settled that he was to be
present at the interview.
Mr. Schmidt and his solicitor arrived punctually at the appointed hour;
there was no fear of the former's absenting himself on so important an
occasion. "Nothing like looking after things yourself" was one of his
favourite maxims, enforced with a wink of intense sagacity. He was
absolutely ignorant of legal formalities, but not the less convinced
that such could not be properly carried out without his own
superintendence.
The financier's appearance was quite a study. He had for some time past
affected rather a rural style of attire, and his costume now was the
Newmanham ideal of a flourishing country squire. He chose with
ostentatious humility, the most modest of his equipages to take him to
Dene; but he mounted it like a triumphal car. Truly there was great joy
in Israel on that eventful morning, for all his family knew the errand
on which their sire and lord was bent, and exulted, as is their wont,
unctuously.
Ephraim Schmidt was a short bulky man, somewhat under fifty; his heavy,
sensual features betrayed at once his origin and the habits of
high-living to which he was notoriously prone. His companion was a
striking contrast. There was rather a foreign look about Morris
Davidson's keen handsome face, and those intensely brilliant black eyes
are scarcely naturalized on this side of the Channel--but the Semitic
stamp was barely perceptible. His manner was very quiet and courteous,
but never cringing, nor was there anything obsequious about his ready
smile. He was choice in his raiment, but it was always subdued in its
tone, and he wore no jewels beyond a signet key-ring, and one pearl of
great price at his neck. He was the type of a class that has been
developed only within the last half century--the _petit-maitre_ order of
legalists--whose demeanour, like that of the Louis Quinze Abbes, is a
perpetual contradiction of their staid profession, but who nevertheless
know their business thoroughly, and follow it up with unscrupulous
obstinacy. When Mr. Davidson senior died (who had long been Ephraim
Schmidt's confidential solicitor), men marvelled that the cautious
capitalist could entrust his affairs to such young and inexperienced
hands; in truth he had at first many doubts and misgivings, but these
soon vanished as he began to appreciate Morris's cool, pitiless nature,
and iron nerves. The wolf-cub's coat was sleek and soft enough, and he
never showed his teeth unnecessarily; but his fangs were sharper, and
his gripe more fatally tenacious, than even his gaunt old sire's.
So, through the clear frosty morning, the two Jews drove jocundly along,
beguiling the way with pleasant anticipations of the business before
them. The lawyer had heard of Lord Clydesdale's engagement to Miss
Vavasour, and thought it just possible that under the circumstances some
compromise might be attempted. But to this view of the case his patron
would in nowise incline, and he discreetly forbore to press it. They
passed through the double towers flanking the huge iron-gates; and the
broad undulating park stretched out before them, clumps of lofty timber
studding the smooth turf, while grey turrets and pinnacles just showed
in the distance through the leafless trees. The Hebrew's heart swelled,
almost painfully, with pride and joy. He had been wandering for many a
year--not unhappily or unprofitably, it is true--through the commercial
Desert, and now, he looked upon the fair Land of Promise, only waiting
for him to arise and take possession, when he had once cast out the
Amorite. When they drove up to the great portico, he was actually
perspiring with satisfaction, in spite of the cold. He grasped his
companion's arm, and whispered, hoarsely--
"Mind, Morris, they'll ask for time: but we won't give them a day!--not
a day."
The chief butler received the visitors in the hall, and ushered them
himself to the library. Ephraim Schmidt, in the midst of his unholy
triumph, could not help being impressed by the grave dignity of that
august functionary. He began to think if it would not be possible, by
proffer of large monies, to tempt him to desert his master's fallen
fortunes, and to abide in the house that he became so well. A pleasant,
idle dream! Solomon made the Afreets and Genii his slaves; but, if the
Great King had been revived in the plenitude of his power, he would
never have tempted that seneschal to serve him, while a Gentile survived
on the land.
The family solicitor of the Vavasours was sitting before a table
overspread with bulky papers, with his clerk close by his side. He was
thin, and white-haired, with a round withered face, pleasant withal,
like a succulent Ribstone pippin; his manner was very gentle, and almost
timid, but no lawyer alive could boast that he had ever got the best of
a negotiation in which Mr. Faulkner was concerned. He greeted the
capitalist very courteously, and Mr. Davidson very coldly, for,--he had
seen _him_ before. There was one other occupant of the library--a tall
man, lounging in the embrasure of a distant window, who never turned his
head when the new-comers entered: it seemed as though the bleak winter
landscape outside had superior attractions. Ephraim Schmidt hardly
noticed him; but Davidson felt a disagreeable thrill of apprehension as
he recognised the figure of Lord Clydesdale. It is needless to enumerate
the verifications and comparisons of many voluminous documents that had
perforce to be gone through. The mortgagee got very impatient before
they were ended.
"Yes, yes," he kept repeating, nervously, "it is all correct; but come
to the point--to the point."
Mr. Faulkner was perfectly imperturbable, neither hurrying himself in
the least, nor making any unnecessary delay.
"I believe everything is quite correct," he said, at last. "Now, Mr.
Davidson, may I ask you what your client's intentions are? Is there any
possibility of a compromise?"
"I fear, none whatever," was the quiet answer. "We have given ample
notice, and the equity of redemption cannot be extended. My client is
anxious to invest in land, and we could hardly find a more eligible
opening than foreclosure here would afford us."
"Exactly so," the old lawyer retorted. "I only asked the question,
because I was instructed to come to an explicit understanding. It does
not much matter; for--we are prepared to pay off every farthing."
The small thin hand seemed weighty and puissant as an athlete's, as he
laid it on a steel-bound coffer beside him, with a significant gesture
of security too tranquil to be defiant.
Cool and crafty as he was, Davidson was fairly taken unawares. He
recoiled in blank amazement. Ephraim Schmidt started from his chair like
a maniac, his eyes protruding wildly, and his face purple-black with
rage.
"Pay off everything?" he shrieked. "I don't believe it: it's a lie--a
swindle. Not have Dene? I'll have it in spite of you all!" The churned
foam flew from his bulbous lips, as from the jaws of a baited boar.
The silent spectator in the window turned round, then, and stood
contemplating the group, not striving to repress a harsh, scornful
laugh. That filled up the measure of the unhappy Israelite's frenzy. He
made a sort of blind plunge forward, shaking off the warning fingers
with which Davidson sought to detain him.
"D--n you, let me go," he howled out. "Who is that man? What does he do
here? I _will_ know."
The person addressed strode on slowly till he came close to the speaker,
and looked him in the face, still with the same cruel laugh on his own.
"I'll answer you," he said. "I was christened Raoul Delamere, but they
call me Lord Clydesdale now; and I hope to marry Mr. Vavasour's only
daughter. I am here--because I am infidel enough to enjoy seeing a Jew
taken on the hip. I wouldn't have missed this--to clear off the biggest
of your mortgages. So you fancied you were going to reign at Dene? Not
if you had had another hundred thousand at your back. If we only have
warning, the old blood can hold its own, and beat the best of you yet.
Mr. Faulkner, don't you think you had better pay him, and let him go?"
The change of tone in those last words, from brutal disdain to studied
courtesy, was the very climax of insult. It was an unworthy triumph, no
doubt, but a very complete one. The Earl remained as much master of the
position as ever was Front de Boeuf. The Jew was utterly annihilated.
To have come there with the power of life and death in his hand, and now
to be treated as an ordinary tradesman presenting a Christmas bill! He
staggered back step by step, and sunk into a chair, dropping his head,
and groaning heavily. Davidson had recovered himself by this time. The
elder lawyer only sat silent, and scandalized, lifting his eyebrows in
mute testimony against such unprofessional proceedings.
"We can hardly conclude such important business to-day," Morris said.
"My client's excitement is a sufficient excuse. We know your intentions
now, Mr. Faulkner, and there is ample time to settle everything. I will
call upon you at any time or place you like to name."
So, after a few more words, it was settled.
Ephraim Schmidt went out, like a man in a dream, from the house that he
had hoped to call his own; only moaning under his breath, like a
vanquished Shylock--"Let us go home, let us go home." The chief butler
(who had been aware of the state of affairs throughout) dealt him the
last blow in the hall, by inquiring with exquisite courtesy, "If he
would take any luncheon before he went?" The miserable Hebrew quivered
all over, as a victim at the stake might shrink under the last ingenuity
of torture. Truly, the meanest of the many debtors who had sued him in
vain for mercy, need not have envied the usurer then.
O dark-eyed Miriam, and auburn-haired Deborah! lay aside your golden
harps, or other instruments of music that your soul delights in: no song
of gladness shall be raised in your tents to-night; it is for the
daughters of the uncircumcised to triumph.
When the Squire heard an account of the morning's proceedings, he by no
means shared in Clydesdale's satisfaction, and rather failed to
appreciate the point of the jest. Hubert's thoroughbred instincts
revolted against the idea of even a Jew usurer's having been grossly
insulted under his roof, when the man only came to ask for his own;
besides this, he understood the feeling that had been at work in the
Earl's breast, and despised him accordingly. The difference in social
position was too overwhelming to make the match a fair one; but in other
respects the antagonists were about on a par. It was just this--a phase
of purse-pride vanquished by another and a more potential one. Such a
victory brings little honour. The transformed rod of the Lawgiver
swallowed up the meaner serpents; but it was only a venomous reptile,
after all.
Wyverne felt neither wrath nor despair when the news of Helen's
engagement came; he had quite made up his mind that she would marry
soon; but he was sad and pensive. He did not change his opinions easily,
and he had formed a very strong one about Clydesdale's character: he
thought the Earl was as little likely as any man alive to rule a
high-spirited mate wisely and well. Nevertheless, Alan indited an
epistle that even Lady Mildred could not help admiring: it was guarded,
but not in the least formal or constrained; kind and sincerely
affectionate, without a tinge of reproach, or a single allusion that
could give pain. He saw "my lady" twice, Helen once, before the latter's
marriage, and was equally successful with his verbal congratulations. Of
course the interviews were not _tete-a-tetes_: all parties concerned
took good care of that. Wyverne and his aunt displayed admirable tact
and _sangfroid_; but the demoiselle cast both into the shade: her manner
was far more natural, and her composure less studied. Truly, the
training of the _Grande Dame_ progressed rapidly, and the results
promised to be fearfully complete.
Alan did intimate an intention of being present at the wedding; but I
fear he was scarcely ingenuous there. At all events, urgent private
affairs took him abroad two days before the ceremony, no one knew
exactly where; and it was three weeks before he appeared on the surface
of society again.
_Io, Hymenoee!_ Scatter flowers, or other missile oblations,
profusely, you nubile virgins. O choir of appointed youths! Roll out, I
beseech you, the Epithalamium roundly: let not the fault be imputed to
you, if it sounds like a requiem.
So, we bid farewell to Helen Vavasour's maiden history--not without
heaviness of heart. Henceforth it befits us to stand aside, with doffed
beaver and bated breath, as the Countess of Clydesdale passes by.