Juliet was precipitately followed by Lord Melbury.
'It is not, then,' he cried, 'your intention to return to Mrs Ireton?'
'No, my lord, never!'
She had but just uttered these words, when, immediately facing her, she
beheld Mrs Howel.
A spectre could not have made her start more affrighted, could not have
appeared to her more horrible. And Lord Melbury, who earnestly, at the
same moment, had pronounced, 'Tell me whither, then,--' stopping
abruptly, looked confounded.
'May I ask your lordship to take me to Lady Aurora?' Mrs Howel coldly
demanded.
'Aurora?--Yes;--she is there, Ma'am;--still in the gallery.'
Mrs Howel presented him her hand, palpably to force him with her; and
stalked past Juliet, without any other demonstration of perceiving her
than what was unavoidably manifested by an heightened air of haughty
disdain.
Lord Melbury, distressed, would still have hung back; but Mrs Howel,
taking his arm, proceeded, as if without observing his repugnance.
Juliet, in trembling dismay, glided on till she entered a vacant
apartment, of which the door was open. To avoid intrusion, she was
shutting herself in; but, upon some one's applying, nearly the next
minute, for admittance, the fear of new misconstruction forced her to
open the door. What, then, was her shock at again viewing Mrs Howel! She
started back involuntarily, and her countenance depicted undisguised
horrour.
With a brow of almost petrifying severity, sternly fixing her eyes upon
Juliet, Mrs Howel, for a dreadful moment, seemed internally suspended,
not between hardness and mercy, but between accusation and punishment.
At length, in a tone, from the deep sounds of which Juliet shrunk, but
had no means to retire, she slowly pronounced, while her head rose more
loftily at every word, 'You abscond from Mrs Ireton, though she would
permit you to remain with her? 'Tis to Lord Melbury that you reveal your
purpose; and the inexperienced youth whom you would seduce, is the only
person that can fail to discover your ultimate design, in taking the
moment of meeting with him, for quitting the honourable protection which
snatches you from want, if not from disgrace: at the same time that it
offers security to a noble family, justly alarmed for the morals, if not
for the honour of its youthful and credulous chief.'
The terror which, in shaking the nerves, seemed to have clouded even the
faculties of Juliet, now suddenly subsided, superseded by yet more
potent sensations of quick resentment. 'Hold, Madam!' she cried: 'I may
bear with cruelty and injustice, for I am helpless! but not with insult,
for I am innocent!'
Mrs Howel, surprised, paused an instant; but then harshly went on, 'This
cant, young woman, can only delude those who are ignorant of the world.
Whatever you may chuse to utter to me of that sort will be perfectly
null. What I have to say is simple; what you have to offer must, of
course, be complicate. But I have no time to throw away upon rants and
rodomontades, and I have no patience to waste upon impostors. Hear me
then without reply.'
'Not to reply, Madam, will cost me little,' indignantly cried Juliet:
'but to hear you,--pardon me, Madam,--force only can exact from me so
dreadful a compliance.'
She looked round, but not having courage to open a further door, nor
power to pass by Mrs Howel, walked to a window.
Not heeding her resistance, and disdaining her emotion, Mrs Howel
continued: 'My Lord Melbury is not, it is true, like his sister, under
my immediate care; but he is here only to join her ladyship, whom my
Lord Denmeath has entrusted to my protection. And, therefore, though he
is as noble in mind as in rank, since he is still, in years, but a boy,
I must, in honour, consider myself to be equally responsible to my Lord
Denmeath for the brother as for the sister. This being the case, I must
not leave him to the machinations of an adventurer. In two words,
therefore,--Declare yourself for what you are; or return with Mrs Ireton
to Brighthelmstone, and remain under her roof, since she deigns to
permit it, till I have restored my young friends, safe and uninjured, to
their uncle. Otherwise--'
Juliet, casting up her eyes, as if calling upon heaven for patience,
would have opened the window, to seek refuge in the air from sounds of
which the shock was insupportable: but Mrs Howel, offended into yet
deeper wrath, advanced with a mien of such rigid austerity, that she
lost her purpose in her consternation, and listened irresistibly to what
follows: 'Otherwise,--mark me, young woman! the still unexplained
mystery with which you have made your way into the kingdom, will
authorise an application which you will vainly try to elude, and with
which you will not dare to prevaricate. You will take your choice, and,
in five minutes, you will be summoned to make it known.'
With this menace she left the room.
In an agony of terrour, that again absorbed even resentment, Juliet
remained motionless, confounded, and incapable of deliberation, till the
groom of Mrs Ireton came to inform her that his lady was ready to set
out.
Juliet, scarcely herself knowing her own intentions, precipitately
ejaculated, 'The crisis is arrived!--I must cast myself upon Lady
Aurora!'
The servant said he did not understand her.
'Tell Lady Aurora--;' she cried, 'or Lord Melbury,--no, Lady Aurora,--'
she stopt, fearfully balancing upon which to fix.
The groom asked what he was to say.
'You will say,--I must beg you to say,--' cried Juliet, endeavouring to
recollect herself, 'that I desire,--that I wish,--that I take the
liberty to request that Lady Aurora will have the goodness to honour
me,--that I shall be eternally obliged if her ladyship will honour me
with a few moment's conversation!'
The groom went; and almost the next instant, she heard the fleet step of
Lady Aurora approaching, and her soft voice, with unusual emphasis,
pronounce, 'Pardon me, dear Madam, but I could not refuse her for a
thousand worlds!'
'She ought not to refuse her, Mrs Howel!' added, with fervency, the
voice of Lord Melbury; 'in humanity, in justice, in decency, Aurora
ought not to refuse her! Whatever may be your fears of objections to an
intimacy, there can be none to common civility; for though we know not
what Miss Ellis has been, we see what she now is;--a pattern of
elegance, sweetness, and delicacy.'
'A moment, my lord!--one moment, Lady Aurora!' answered Mrs Howel; 'we
may be overheard here;--honour me with a moment's attention in another
room.' She seemed drawing them away, and not a word more reached Juliet.
A dreadful ten minutes preceded any farther information: a quick step,
then, followed by a tap at the door, re-awakened at once terrour and
hope. She awaited, motionless, its opening, but then saw neither the
object she desired, nor that which she dreaded; neither Lady Aurora nor
Mrs Howel, but Lord Melbury.
Affrighted by the threatened vengeance of Mrs Howel, but irresistibly
charmed by his generous defence, and trusting esteem, Juliet looked so
disturbed, yet through her disturbance so gratified, that Lord Melbury,
evidently much agitated himself, approached her with a vivacity of
pleasure that he did not seek to repress, and could not have disguised.
'Miss Ellis will, I am sure, forgive my intrusion,' he cried, 'when I
tell her that it is made in the name of my sister. Aurora is grieved
past all expression not to wait upon you herself; but Mrs Howel is in
such haste to depart, from her fear of travelling after sun-set, that it
is not possible to detain her. Poor Aurora sends you a thousand
apologies, and entreats you not to think ill of her for appearing thus
unfeeling--'
'Think ill of Lady Aurora?' interrupted Juliet, 'I think her an
angel!--'
'She is very near it, indeed!' cried Lord Melbury, ardently; 'as near
it, I own, as I wish her; for I don't see, without wings, and flying to
heaven, how she can well be nearer! However, since you are so kind, so
liberal, as to do her that justice, would it be possible that you could
communicate, through me, what you had the goodness to intend saying to
her? She is quite broken-hearted at going away with an appearance of
such unkindness. Can you give her this consolation?'
'Oh, my lord!' answered Juliet, with an energy that shewed off all
guard, 'if I might hope for Lady Aurora's support--for your lordship's
protection,--with what transport would my o'er-burthened heart,--'Seized
with sudden dread of Mrs Howel, she stopt abruptly, and fearfully looked
around.
Enchanted by a prospect of some communication, Lord Melbury warmly
exclaimed, 'Miss Ellis, I swear to you, by all that I hold most sacred,
that if you will do me so great an honour as to trust me to be the
bearer of your confidence to my sister, no creature upon earth, besides,
shall ever, without your permission, hear what you may unfold! and it
shall be my whole study to merit your good opinion, and to shew you my
respect.'
'O my lord! O Lord Melbury,' cried Juliet, 'what hopes, what sweet
balsamic hopes you pour into my wounded bosom! after sufferings by which
I have been nearly,--nay, through which I have even wished myself
demolished!--'
Lord Melbury, inexpressibly touched, eagerly, yet tenderly, answered,
'Name, name what there is I can be so happy as to do! Your wishes shall
be my entire direction. And if I can offer you any services, I shall
console Aurora, and, permit me to say, myself, still more than you.'
'I will venture, then, my lord,--I must venture!--to lay open my
perilous situation!--And yet I may put your feelings,--alas!--to a test,
alas, my lord!--that not all your virtues, nor even your compassion may
withstand!'
Trembling almost as violently as she trembled herself, from impatience,
from curiosity, from charmed interest, and indescribable wonder, Lord
Melbury bent forward, so irresistibly and so palpably to take her
hand, that Juliet, alarmed, drew back; and, calling forth the
self-command of which her sorrows, her terrours, and her hopes had
conjointly bereft her, 'If I have been guilty,' she cried, 'of any
indiscretion, my lord, in this hasty, almost involuntary disposition to
confidence,--excuse,--and do not punish an errour that has its source
only in a--perhaps--too high wrought esteem!--'
Starting with a look nearly of horrour, 'You kill me,' he cried, 'Miss
Ellis, if you suspect me to be capable, a second time, of dishonouring
the purest of sisters by forgetting the respect due to her friend!--'
'No, my lord, no!' warmly interrupted Juliet; 'whatever you think
dishonourable I am persuaded your lordship would find impracticable: but
the stake is so great,--the risk so tremendous,--and failure would be so
fatal!--'
Her preturbation now became nearly overpowering; and, not with standing
she was prepared, and resolved, to disclose herself, her ability seemed
unequal to her will, and her breast heaved with sighs so oppressive,
that though she frequently began with--'I will now,--I must now,--' she
strove vainly to finish her sentence.
After anxiously and with astonishment waiting some minutes, 'Why does
Miss Ellis thus hesitate?' cried Lord Melbury. 'What can I say or do to
remove her scruples?'
'I have none, my lord, none! but I have so solemnly been bound to
silence! and ...'
'Oh, but you are bound, now, to speech!' cried he, with spirit; 'and, to
lessen your inquietude, and satisfy your delicacy, I will shew you the
way to openness and confidence, by making a disclosure first. Will you,
then, have more reliance upon my discretion?'
'You are too,--too good, my lord!' cried Juliet, again brightening up;
'but I dream not of such indulgence: 'tis to your benevolence only I
apply.'
'Oh, but I have a fancy to trust you! Aurora will be delighted
that I should have found such a confidant. Yet I have nothing
positive,--nothing fixed,--to say, it is but an idea,--a thought,--a
kind of distant perspective ...'
He coloured, and looked embarrassed, yet evidently with feelings of
pleasure.
A radiant smile now illumined the face of Juliet, 'Ah! my lord,' she
cried, 'if I might utter a conjecture,--I had almost said a wish--.'
'Why not? cried he, laughing.'
'Your lordship permits me?--Well, then, let me name--Lady Barbara
Frankland?--'
'Is it possible?' cried he, while the blood mantled in his cheeks, and
pleasure sparkled in his eyes; 'what can have led you to such a thought?
How can you possibly have suspected ... She is still so nearly a
child....'
'It is true, my lord, but, also, how amiable a child! how richly endowed
with similar qualities to those which, at this instant, engage my
gratitude!--'
He bowed, with smiling delight. 'I will not deny,' he cried, 'that you
have penetrated into my secret; though as yet, in fact, it is hardly
even a secret; for we have not,--hitherto,--you will easily believe,
conversed together upon the subject! Nor shall we say a word about it,
together, till I have made the tour. But I will frankly own, that we
have been brought up from our very cradles, with this notion, mutually.
It was the wish of my father even in our infancy.--'
'Hold it then sacred!' cried Juliet, with strong emotion. 'Happy, thrice
happy, in such a wish for your guide!'
She burst into tears.
'How your sorrows,' said he, tenderly, 'affect me! and how they interest
me more deeply every moment! Tell me, then, sweet Miss Ellis!--amiable
friend of my sister!--tell me why you are thus afflicted? and how, and
in what manner, there is the least possibility that I may offer you my
services, or procure you any consolation?'
The door here was abruptly opened by Mrs Howel.
Red with constrained rage, yet assuming a courteous demeanour, 'Your
lordship will pardon,' she cried, 'my intrusion;' but Lady Aurora is so
delicate, that I am always uneasy at keeping her ladyship out late.'
Highly provoked, yet deeply confused, Lord Melbury stammered that he was
extremely sorry to have detained them, and begged that they would set
out; promising to follow immediately.
Civilly smiling, though fixing her eyes upon his face in a manner that
doubled his embarrassment, she entreated him to use his own influence
with Lady Aurora, to prevail upon her ladyship to proceed.
Too much perturbed to resist, he ran out of the room; casting a glance
at Juliet, as he passed, expressive of his chagrin at this interruption,
and full of sensibility and respect.
Juliet dreadfully affrighted, and utterly confounded, had hid her
streaming eyes, and conscious blushes, with her handkerchief, upon the
entrance of Mrs Howel; but, when left alone with that tremendous lady,
mingled terrour and indignation would have urged immediate flight, had
she not been apprehensive of seeming to follow, and clandestinely, Lord
Melbury.
Benign had been as yet the countenance, and melody itself the voice of
Mrs Howel, compared with the expression of the one, or the sound of the
other, while she now pronounced the following words: 'The terms, young
woman, that I would keep with a person of name and character; the honour
and delicacy due to myself in any intercourse with such a one, I set
wholly aside in treating with an adventurer. I know all that has passed!
I have heard every syllable! Convinced, therefore, of your deep laid
scheme, to captivate to his disgrace a youth of an illustrious house, by
revealing to him a pretended tale, which you craftily refuse to trust to
all who may better judge, or try, its truth; I shall take, without
delay, such measures as it behoves should be taken, by a friend of his
family, and of himself, to effectually open his eyes to your arts, and
to his own danger. In one word, therefore, Will you, and this instant,
return to Brighthelmstone under the superintendence of Mrs Ireton?'
'No, Madam!' Juliet, without hesitation, replied.
'Enough! I shall myself take in charge, then, that you do not quit the
castle, till the arrival of a peace-officer; who may conduct you where
you may make your confession with rather more propriety than to a young
nobleman!'
Neither native courage, nor resentment of hard usage, could support
Juliet against a menace such as this. She changed colour, and sunk,
terrified, upon a chair.
Mrs Howel, after a moment's pause, magisterially moved to the door;
whence she took the key, which was within side, and was leaving the
room; but Juliet, struck with horrour at such a preparation for
confinement, started up, exclaiming, 'If you reduce me, Madam, to cry
for help, I must cast myself at once upon the protection of Lord
Melbury;--and then assure yourself,--be very sure! he will not suffer
this outrage!'
'This affrontery exceeds all credibility! Assure yourself, however,
young woman, and be very sure, in return! that I shall not be
intimidated by an imposter, from detecting imposition; nor from
consigning it to infamy!'
With a scoffing smile of power, she then left the room, locking the door
without.
Consternation alone had prevented Juliet from rushing past her, and
forcing a passage; though such violence was as opposite to her nature,
as to propriety, and to the habits of her sex.
Alone, and a prisoner, the first reflexion that found way through her
disturbance, served less to diminish her terrour than to awaken new
alarm. It represented to her all the blighting horrours of calumny, in
being known to place her confidence in Lord Melbury, while forced to
exact that he himself should guard her secret. She felt as if cast upon
a precipice, from which, though a kind hand might save, the least
imprudence might precipitate her downfall. She struggled for fortitude,
she prayed for patience. What, indeed, she cried, are any sufferings
that Mrs Ireton can inflict, compared with those I am flying? If I must
submit to transient tyranny, or hazard incurring misery as durable as my
existence,--can I hesitate to which I shall yield?
Hastily, now, she looked for the bell, and rang it repeatedly, till some
one through the door demanded her orders.
'Acquaint Mrs Ireton,' she answered, 'that I am ready to attend her to
Brighthelmstone.'
The door was almost instantly unlocked, and Mrs Howel again appeared. 'I
deign not, young woman,' she sternly said, 'to enquire into the reasons,
the arts, or the apprehensions that may have induced your repentance: I
am aware that whatever you would tell me is precisely what I ought not
to believe. I come merely to give you notice that, if you venture to
attempt keeping up any sort of correspondence with Lady Aurora
Granville, or with Lord Melbury, nothing can save you from detection and
punishment. Mark me well! You will be properly watched.'
She then retired, shutting, but no longer locking the door.
All of philosophy, of judgment, or of forbearance that the indignant
Juliet possessed, was nearly insufficient to keep her firm to her
concession upon an harangue thus insulting. Necessity, however,
inculcated prudence. I will await, she cried, better days! I will learn
my ultimate doom ere I seek any mitigation to my passing sorrows. If all
end well,--this will be as nothing!--forgive and forgotten at once! If
ill,--in so overwhelming a weight of woe, 'twill be still less
material!