CHAPTER LXVII

Escape and immediate safety thus secured, her tender friendship for

Gabriella superseding all fear, and leaving behind all solicitude, made

Juliet nearly pronounce aloud, what internally she repeated without

intermission, 'I come to you, then, at last, my beloved Gabriella!'

Cheerful, therefore, was her heart, in defiance of her various

distresses: she was quitting Mrs Ireton, to join Gabriella!--What could

be the circumstances that could make such a change severe to Juliet?

Juliet, who felt ill treatment more terribly than misfortune; and to

whom kindness was more essential than prosperity?

Her journey was free from accident, and void of event. Absorbed in her

own ruminations, she listened not to what was said, and scarcely saw by

whom she was surrounded; though her fellow-travellers surveyed her with

curiosity, and, from time to time, assailed her with questions.

Arrived at London, she put herself into a hackney-coach; and, almost

before her fluttered spirits suffered her to perceive that she had left

the inn-yard, she found herself in a haberdasher's shop, in Frith

Street, Soho; and in the arms of her Gabriella.

It was long ere either of them could speak; their swelling hearts denied

all verbal utterance to their big emotions; though tears of poignant

grief at the numerous woes by which they had been separated, were

mingled with feelings of the softest felicity at their re-union.

Yet vaguely only Juliet gave the history of her recent difficulties; the

history which had preceded them, and upon which hung the mystery of her

situation, still remained unrevealed.

Gabriella forbore any investigation, but her look shewed disappointment.

Juliet perceived it, and changed colour. Tears gushed into her eyes,

and her head dropt upon the neck of her friend. 'Oh my Gabriella!' she

cried, 'if my silence wounds, or offends you,--it is at an end!'

Gabriella, instantly repressing every symptom of impatience, warmly

protested that she would await, without a murmur, the moment of

communication; well satisfied that it could be withheld from motives

only that would render its anticipation dangerous, if not censurable.

With grateful tears, and tenderest embraces, Juliet expressed her thanks

for this acquiescence.

Of Gabriella, the history was brief and gloomy. She had entered into

business with as little comprehension of its attributes, as taste for

its pursuit; her mind, therefore, bore no part in its details, though

she sacrificed to them the whole of her time. Of her son alone she could

speak or think. From her husband she reaped little consolation. Married

before the Revolution, from a convent, and while yet a child; according

to the general custom of her country, which rarely permits any choice

even to the man; and to the female allows not even a negative; chance

had not, as sometimes is kindly the case, played the part of election,

in assorting the new married couple. Gabriella was generous, noble, and

dignified: exalted in her opinions, and full of sensibility: Mr ---- was

many years older than herself, haughty and austere, though brave and

honourable; but so cold in his nature, that he was neither struck with

her virtues nor her graces, save in considering them as appendages to

their mutual rank; nor much moved even by the death of his little son,

but from repining that he had lost the heir to his illustrious name. He

was now set off, _incognito_, to an appointed meeting with a part of his

family, upon the continent.

Again a new scene of life opened to Juliet. The petty frauds, the

over-reaching tricks, the plausible address, of the craft shop-keeper in

retail, she had already witnessed: but the difficulties of honest trade

she had neither seen nor imagined. The utter inexperience of Gabriella,

joined to the delicacy of her probity, made her not more frequently the

dupe of the artifices of those with whom she had to deal, than the

victim of her own scruples. New to the mighty difference between buying

and selling; to the necessity of having at hand more stores than may

probably be wanted, for avoiding the risk of losing customers from

having fewer; and to the usage of rating at an imaginary value whatever

is in vogue, in order to repair the losses incurred from the failure of

obtaining the intrinsic worth of what is old-fashioned or faulty;--new

to all this, the wary shop-keeper's code, she was perpetually mistaken,

or duped, through ignorance of ignorance, which leads to hazards,

unsuspected to be hazards.

Repairs for the little shop were continually wanted, yet always

unforeseen; taxes were claimed when she was least prepared to discharge

them; and stores of merchandize accidentally injured, were obliged to be

sold under prime cost, if not to be utterly thrown away.

Unpractised in every species of business, she had no criterion whence to

calculate its chances, or be aware of its changes, either from varying

seasons or varying modes; and to all her other intricacies, there was

added a perpetual horrour of bankruptcy, from the difficulty of

accelerating payment for what she sold, or of procrastinating it for

what she bought.

Every embarrassment, however, at this period, was accommodated by

Juliet; who had the exquisite satisfaction not only to bring to her

beloved friend personal consolation, but solid and effectual comfort.

The purse of Lord Melbury, which Juliet would only consider as the loan

of Lady Aurora, was but little lightened by the small expences of the

short journey from Brighthelmstone; and all that remained of its

contents were instantly assigned to relieving the most painful of the

distresses of Gabriella, those in which others were involved through her

means.

Gabriella, with a grace familiar, if not peculiar, to her nation, of

sharing, without the confusion of false pride, the offerings of tender

friendship, or generous sympathy, accepted with noble frankness the

assistance thus proposed; though Juliet again was obliged to hide her

face from the enquiring eye, that seemed strangely to wonder whence this

resource arose, and why its spring was concealed.

Juliet now became a partner in all the occupations and cares of her

friend: together they prepared the shop for their customers every

morning, and decked it out to attract passers bye; together they

examined and re-arranged their goods every night; cast up their

accounts, deposited sums for their creditors, and entered claims into

their books for their debtors: together they sat in the shop, where one

served and waited upon customers, and the other aided the household

economy by the industry of her needle. Yet, laborious as might seem this

existence to those who had known 'other times,' Juliet, by the side of

Gabriella, thought every employment delightful; Gabriella, in the

society of Juliet, felt every exertion lightened, and every sorrow

softened.

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