CHAPTER XXXV

Ellis remained in the deepest disturbance at the engagement into which

she had entered. O cruel necessity! cruel, imperious necessity! she

cried, to what a resource dost thou drive me! How unjust, how improper,

how perilous!--Ah! rather let me cast myself upon Lady Aurora--Yet,

angel as she is, can Lady Aurora act for herself? And Lord Melbury,

guileless, like his nature, as may now be his intentions, what

protection can he afford me that calumny may not sully? Alas! how may I

attain that self-dependence which alone, at this critical period, suits

my forlorn condition?

The horror of a new debt, incurred under circumstances thus delicate,

made the idea even of performing at the public benefit, present itself

to her in colours less formidable, if such a measure, by restoring to

her the patronage of Miss Arbe, would obviate the return of similar

evils, while she was thus hanging, in solitary obscurity, upon herself.

Vainly she would have turned her thoughts to other plans, and objects

yet untried; she had no means to form any independent scheme; no friends

to promote her interest; no counsellors to point out any pursuit, or

direct any measures.

Her creditors failed not to call upon her early the next morning, guided

and accompanied by Mr Giles Arbe; who, bright with smiles and good

humour, declared, that he could not refuse himself the pleasure of being

a witness to her getting rid of such a bad business, as that of keeping

other people's money, by doing such a good one as that of paying every

one his due. 'You are much obliged to this pretty lady, I can tell you,'

he said, to the creditors, 'for she pays you with money that is not her

own. However, as the person it belongs to is rich, and a friend, I

advise you, as you are none of you rich yourselves, and nearly strangers

to her, to take it without scruple.'

To this counsel there was not one dissentient voice.

Can the same person, thought Ellis, be so innocent, yet so mischievous?

so fraught with solid notions of right, yet so shallow in judgement, and

knowledge of the world?

With a trembling hand, and revolting heart, she changed three of the

notes, and discharged all the accounts at once; Mr Giles, eagerly and

unbidden, having called up Miss Matson to take her share.

Ellis now deliberated, whether she might not free herself from every

demand, by paying, also, Miss Bydel; but the reluctance with which she

had already broken into the fearful deposit, soon fixed her to seal up

the remaining notes entire.

The shock of this transaction, and the earnestness of her desire to

replace money which she deemed it unjustifiable to employ, completed the

conquest of her repugnance to public exhibition; and she commissioned Mr

Giles to acquaint Miss Arbe, that she was ready to obey her commands.

This he undertook with the utmost pleasure; saying, 'And it's lucky

enough your consenting to sing those songs, because my cousin, not

dreaming of any objection on your part, had already authorised Mr

Vinstreigle to put your name in his bills.'

'My name?' cried Ellis, starting and changing colour: but the next

moment adding, 'No, no! my name will not appear!--Yet should any one who

has ever seen me....'

She shuddered; a nervous horrour took possession of her whole frame; but

she soon forced herself to revive, and assume new courage, upon hearing

Mr Giles, from the landing-place, again call Miss Matson; and bid all

her young women, one by one, and the two maid-servants, hurry up stairs

directly, with water and burnt feathers.

Ellis made every enquiry in her power, of who was at Brighthelmstone;

and begged Mr Giles to procure her a list of the company. When she had

read it, she became more tranquil, though not less sad.

Miss Arbe received the concession with infinite satisfaction; and

introduced Ellis, as her _protegee_, to her new favourite; who professed

himself charmed, that the presentation of so promising a subject, to the

public, should be made at his benefit.

'And now, Miss Ellis,' said Miss Arbe, 'you will very soon have more

scholars than you can teach. If once you get a fame and a name, your

embarrassments will be at an end; for all enquiries about who people

are, and what they are, and those sort of niceties, will be over. We

all learn of the celebrated, be they what they will. Nobody asks how

they live, and those sort of things. What signifies? as Miss Sycamore

says. We don't visit them, to be sure, if there is any thing awkward

about them. But that's not the least in the way against their making

whole oceans of riches.'

This was not a species of reasoning to offer consolation to Ellis; but

she suppressed the disdain which it inspired; and dwelt only upon the

hoped accomplishment of her views, through the private teaching which it

promised.

In five days' time, the benefit was to take place; and in three, Ellis

was summoned to a rehearsal at the rooms.

She was putting on her hat, meaning to be particularly early in her

attendance, that she might place herself in some obscure corner, before

any company arrived; to avoid the pain of passing by those who knowing,

might not notice, or noticing, might but mortify her; when one of the

young work-women brought her intelligence, that a gentleman, just

arrived in a post chaise, requested admittance.

'A gentleman?' she repeated, with anxiety:--'tell him, if you please,

that I am engaged, and can see no company.'

The young woman soon returned.

'The gentleman says, Ma'am, that he comes upon affairs of great

importance, which he can communicate only to yourself.'

Ellis begged the young woman to request, that Miss Matson would desire

him to leave his name and business in writing.

Miss Matson was gone to Lady Kendover's, with some new patterns, just

arrived from London.

The young woman, however, made the proposition, but without effect: the

gentleman was in great haste, and would positively listen to no denial.

Strong and palpable affright, now seized Ellis; am I--Oh heaven!--she

murmured to herself, pursued?--and then began, but checked an inquiry,

whether there were any private door by which she could escape: yet,

pressed by the necessity of appearing at the rehearsal, after painfully

struggling for courage, she faintly articulated, 'Let him come up

stairs.'

The young woman descended, and Ellis remained in breathless suspense,

till she heard some one tap at her door.

She could not pronounce, Who's there? but she compelled herself to open

it; though without lifting up her eyes, dreading to encounter the object

that might meet them, till she was roused by the words, 'Pardon my

intrusion!' and perceived Harleigh gently entering her apartment.

She started,--but it was not with terrour; she came forward,--but it was

not to escape! The colour which had forsaken her cheeks, returned to

them with a crimson glow; the fear which had averted her eyes, was

changed into an expression of even extatic welcome; and, clasping her

hands, with sudden, impulsive, irresistible surprise and joy, she cried,

'Is it you?--Mr Harleigh! you!'

Surprise now was no longer her own, and her joy was participated in yet

more strongly. Harleigh, who, though he had forced his way, was

embarrassed and confused, expecting displeasure, and prepared for

reproach; who had seen with horrour the dismay of her countenance; and

attributed to the effect of his compulsatory entrance the terrified

state in which he found her; Harleigh, at sight of this rapid transition

from agony to delight; at the flattering ejaculation of 'Is it you?' and

the sound of his own name, pronounced with an expression of even

exquisite satisfaction;--Harleigh in a sudden trance of irrepressible

rapture, made a nearly forcible effort to seize her hand, exclaiming,

'Can you receive me, then, thus sweetly? Can you forgive an intrusion

that--' when Ellis recovering her self-command, drew back, and solemnly

said, 'Mr Harleigh, forbear! or I must quit the room!'

Harleigh reluctantly, yet instantly desisted; but the pleasure of so

unhoped a reception still beat at his heart, though it no longer

sparkled in her eyes: and though the enchanting animation of her manner,

was altered into the most repressing gravity, the blushes which still

tingled, still dyed her cheeks, betrayed that all within was not

chilled, however all without might seem cold.

Checked, therefore, but not subdued, he warmly solicited a few minutes

conversation; but, gaining firmness and force every instant, she told

him that she had an appointment which admitted not of procrastination.

'I know well your appointment,' cried he, agitated in his turn, 'too,

too well!--'Tis that fatal--or, rather, let me hope, that happy, that

seasonable information, which I received last night, in a letter

containing a bill of the concert, from Ireton, that has brought me

hither;--that impelled me, uncontrollably, to break through your hard

injunctions; that pointed out the accumulating dangers to all my views,

and told me that every gleam of future expectation--'

Ellis interrupted him at this word: he entreated her pardon, but went

on.

'You cannot be offended at this effort: it is but the courage of

despondence, I come to demand a final hearing!'

'Since you know, Sir,' cried she, with quickness, 'my appointment, you

must be sensible I am no longer mistress of my time. This is all I can

say. I must be gone,--and you will not, I trust,--if I judge you

rightly,--you will not compel me to leave you in my apartment.'

'Yes! you judge me rightly! for the universe I would not cause you just

offence! Trust me, then, more generously! be somewhat less suspicious,

somewhat more open, and take not this desperate step, without hearkening

to its objections, without weighing its consequences!'

She could enter, she said, into no discussion; and prepared to depart.

'Impossible!' cried he, with energy; 'I cannot let you go!--I cannot,

without a struggle, resign myself to irremediable despair!'

Ellis, recovered now from the impression caused by his first appearance,

with a steady voice, and sedate air, said, 'This is a language,

Sir,--you know it well,--to which I cannot, must not listen. It is as

useless, therefore, as it is painful, to renew it. I beseech you to

believe in the sincerity of what I have already been obliged to say, and

to spare yourself--to spare, shall I add, me?--all further oppressive

conflicts.'

A sigh burst from her heart, but she strove to look unmoved.

'If you are generous enough to share, even in the smallest degree,'

cried he, 'the pain which you inflict; you will, at least, not refuse me

this one satisfaction.... Is it for Elinor ... and for Elinor only ...

that you deny me, thus, all confidence?'

'Oh no, no, no!' cried she, hastily: 'if Miss Joddrel were not in

existence,--' she checked herself, and sighed more deeply; but,

presently added, 'Yet, surely, Miss Joddrel were cause sufficient!'

'You fill me,' he cried, 'with new alarm, new disturbance!--I supplicate

you, nevertheless, to forego your present plan;--and to shew some little

consideration to what I have to offer.--'

She interrupted him. 'I must be unequivocally, Sir,--for both our

sakes,--understood. You must call for no consideration from me! I can

give you none! You must let me pursue the path that my affairs, that my

own perceptions, that my necessities point out to me, without

interference, and without expecting from me the smallest reference to

your opinions, or feelings.--Why, why,' continued she, in a tone less

firm, 'why will you force from me such ungrateful words?--Why leave me

no alternative between impropriety, or arrogance?'

'Why,--let me rather ask,--why must I find you for ever thus

impenetrable, thus incomprehensible?--I will not, however, waste your

patience. I see your eagerness to be gone.--Yet, in defiance of all the

rigour of your scruples, you must bear to hear me avow, in my total

ignorance of their cause, that I feel it impossible utterly to renounce

all distant hope of clearer prospects.--How, then, can I quietly submit

to see you enter into a career of public life, subversive--perhaps--to

me, of even any eventual amelioration?'

Ellis blushed deeply as she answered, 'If I depended, Sir, upon you,--if

you were responsible for my actions; or if your own fame, or name, or

sentiments were involved in my conduct ... then you would do right, if

such is your opinion, to stamp my project with the stigma of your

disapprobation, and to warn me of the loss of your countenance:--but,

till then, permit me to say, that the business which calls me away has

the first claim to my time.'

She opened the door.

'One moment,' cried he, earnestly, 'I conjure you!--The hurry of alarm,

the certainty that delay would make every effort abortive; have

precipitated me into the use of expressions that may have offended you.

Forgive them, I entreat! and do not judge me to be so narrow minded; or

so insensible to the enchantment of talents, and the witchery of genius;

as not to feel as much respect for the character, where it is worthy, as

admiration for the abilities, of those artists whose profession it is to

give delight to the public. Had I first known you as a public performer,

and seen you in the same situations which have shewn me your worth, I

must have revered you as I do at this instant: I must have been devoted

to you with the same unalterable attachment: but then, also,--if you

would have indulged me with a hearing,--must I not have made it my first

petition, that your accomplishments should be reserved for the resources

of your leisure, and the happiness of your friends, at your own time,

and your own choice? Would you have branded such a desire as pride? or

would you not rather have allowed it to be called by that word, which

your own every action, every speech, every look bring perpetually to

mind, propriety?'

Ellis sighed: 'Alas!' she said, 'my own repugnance to this measure

makes me but too easily conceive the objections to which it may be

liable! and if you, so singularly liberal, if even you--'

She stopt; but Harleigh, not less encouraged by a phrase thus begun,

than if she had proceeded, warmly continued.

'If then, in a case such as I have presumed to suppose, to have

withdrawn you from the public would not have been wrong, how can it be

faulty, upon the same principles, and with the same intentions, to

endeavour, with all my might, to turn you aside from such a project?--I

see you are preparing to tell me that I argue upon premises to which you

have not concurred. Suffer me, nevertheless, to add a few words, in

explanation of what else may seem presumption, or impertinence: I have

hinted that this plan might cloud my dearest hopes; imagine not, thence,

that my prejudices upon this subject are invincible: no! but I have

Relations who have never deserved to forfeit my consideration;--and

these--not won, like me, by the previous knowledge of your virtues.--'

Ellis would repeatedly have interrupted him, but he would not be

stopped.

'Hear me on,' he continued, 'I beseech you! By my plainness only I can

shew my sincerity. For these Relations, then, permit me to plead. It is

true, I am independent: my actions are under no control; but these are

ties from which we are never emancipated; ties which cling to our

nature, and which, though voluntary, are imperious, and cannot be broken

or relinquished, without self-reproach; ties formed by the equitable

laws of fellow-feeling; which bind us to our family, which unites us

with our friends; and which, by our own expectations, teach us what is

due to our connexions. Ah, then, if ever brighter prospects may open to

my eyes, let me see them sullied, by mists hovering over the approbation

of those with whom I am allied!'

'How just,' cried Ellis, trying to force a smile, 'yet how useless is

this reasoning! I cannot combat sentiments in which I concur; yet I can

change nothing in a plan to which they must have no reference! I am

sorry to appear ungrateful, where I am only steady; but I have nothing

new to say; and must entreat you to dispense with fruitless repetitions.

Already, I fear, I am beyond the hour of my engagement.'

She was now departing.

'You distract me!' cried he, with vehemence, 'you distract me!' He

caught her gown, but, upon her stopping, instantly let it go. Pale and

affrighted, 'Mr Harleigh,' she cried, 'is it to you I must own a scene

that may raise wonder and surmises in the house, and aggravate

distresses and embarrassments which, already, I find nearly

intolerable?'

Shocked and affected, he shut the door, and would impetuously, yet

tenderly, have taken her hand; but, upon her shrinking back, with

displeasure and alarm, he more quietly said, 'Pardon! pardon! and before

you condemn me inexorably to submit to such rigorous disdain and

contempt--'

'Why will you use such words? Contempt?--Good heaven!' she began, with

an emotion that almost instantly subsided, and she added, 'Yet of what

consequence to you ought to be my sensations, my opinions?' They can

avail you nothing! Let me go,--and let me conjure you to be gone!'

'You are then decided against me?' cried he, in a voice scarcely

articulate.

'I am,' she answered, without looking at him, but calmly.

He bowed, with an air that relinquished all further attempt to detain

her; but which shewed him too much wounded to speak.

Carefully still avoiding his eyes, she was moving off; but, when she

touched the lock of the door, he exclaimed, 'Will you not, at least,

before you go, allow me to address a few words to you as a friend?

simply,--undesignedly,--only as a friend?'

'Ah! Mr Harleigh!' cried Ellis, irresistibly softened, 'as a friend

could I, indeed, have trusted you, I might long since,--perhaps,--have

confided in your liberality and benevolence: but now, 'tis wholly

impossible!'

'No!' exclaimed he, warmly, and touched to the soul; 'nothing is

impossible that you wish to effect! Hear me, then, trust and speak to me

as a friend; a faithful, a cordial, a disinterested friend! Confide to

me your name--your situation--the motives to your concealment--the

causes that can induce such mystery of appearance, in one whose mind is

so evidently the seat of the clearest purity:--the reasons of such

disguise--'

'Disguise, I acknowledge, Sir, you may charge me with; but not deceit! I

give no false colouring. I am only not open.'

'That, that is what first struck me as a mark of a distinguished

character! That noble superiority to all petty artifices, even for your

immediate safety; that undoubting innocence, that framed no precautions

against evil constructions; that innate dignity, which supported without

a murmur such difficulties, such trials;--'

'Ah, Mr Harleigh! a friend and a flatterer--are they, then, synonimous

terms? If, indeed, you would persuade me you feel that they are

distinct, you will not make me begin a new and distasteful career--since

to begin it I think indispensable;--with the additional chagrin of

appearing to be wanting in punctuality. No further opposition, I beg!'

'O yet one word, one fearful word must be uttered--and one fatal--or

blest reply must be granted!--The excess of my suspense, upon the most

essential of all points, must be terminated! I will wait with inviolable

patience the explanation of all others. Tell me, then, to what barbarous

cause I must attribute this invincible, this unrelenting reserve?--How I

may bear an abrupt answer I know not, but the horrour of uncertainty I

experience, and can endure no longer. Is it, then, to the force of

circumstances I may impute it?--or ... is it....'

'Mr Harleigh,' interrupted Ellis, with strong emotion, 'there is no

medium, in a situation such as mine, between unlimited confidence, or

unbroken taciturnity: my confidence I cannot give you; it is out of my

power--ask me, then, nothing!'

'One word,--one little word,--and I will torment you no longer: is it to

pre-engagement--'

Her face was averted, and her hand again was placed upon the lock of the

door.

'Speak, I implore you, speak!--Is that heart, which I paint to myself

the seat of every virtue ... is it already gone?--given, dedicated to

another?'

He now trembled himself, and durst not resist her effort to open the

door, as she replied, 'I have no heart!--I must have none?'

She uttered this in a tone of gaiety, that would utterly have confounded

his dearest expectations, had not a glance, with difficulty caught,

shewed him a tear starting into her eye; while a blush of fire, that

defied constraint, dyed her cheeks; and kept no pace with the easy

freedom from emotion, that her voice and manner seemed to indicate.

Flushed with tumultuous sensations of conflicting hopes and fears, he

now tenderly said, 'You are determined then, to go?'

'I am; but you must first leave my room.'

'Is there, then, no further appeal?'

'None! none--We may be heard disputing down stairs:--persecute me no

longer!'

Her voice grew tremulous, and spoke displeasure; but her eyes still

sedulously shunned his, and still her cheeks were crimsoned. Harleigh

paused a moment, looking at her with speechless anxiety; but, upon an

impatient motion of her hand that he would depart, he mildly said, 'As

your friend, at least, you will permit me to see you again?' and,

without risking a reply, slowly descended the stairs.

Ellis, shutting herself into her room, sunk upon a chair, and wept.

She was soon interrupted by a message from Mr Vinstreigle, to acquaint

her that the rehearsal was begun.

She felt unable to sing, play, or speak, and, sending an excuse that she

was indisposed, desired that her attendance might be dispensed with for

that morning.

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