THE IMAGE, THE PICTURE, AND THE STATUE.
Upon the sofa in Mr. Greenwood's elegantly-furnished drawing-room was
seated the young lady who so anxiously sought an interview with the
owner of that princely mansion.
Her face was very pale: a profound melancholy reigned upon her
countenance, and was even discernible in her drooping attitude; her eyes
expressed a sorrow bordering upon anguish; and yet, through that veil of
dark foreboding, the acute observer might have seen a ray--a feeble ray
of hope gleaming faintly, so faintly, that it appeared a flickering lamp
burning at the end of a long and gloomy cavern.
Her elbow rested upon one end of the sofa, and her forehead was
supported upon her hand, when Greenwood entered the room.
The doors of that luxurious dwelling moved so noiselessly upon their
hinges, and the carpets spread upon the floors were so thick, that not a
sound, either of door or footstep, announced to that pale and mournful
girl the approach of the man whom she so deeply longed to see.
He was close by her ere she was aware of his presence.
With a start, she raised her head, and gazed steadfastly up into his
countenance; but her tongue clave to the roof of her mouth, and refused
utterance to the name which she would have spoken.
"Ellen!" ejaculated Greenwood, as his eyes met hers.--"what has brought
you hither?"
"Can you not imagine it possible that I should wish to see you again?"
answered Miss Monroe--for she was Mr. Greenwood's visitor upon the
present occasion.
"But why so much mystery, Ellen? why refuse to give the servant your
name? why adopt a course which cannot fail to render your visit a matter
of suspicion to my household?" said Greenwood, somewhat impatiently.
"Forgive me--forgive me, if I have done wrong," exclaimed Ellen, the
tears gushing to her eyes. "Alas! misfortunes have rendered me so
suspicious of human nature, that I feared--I feared lest you should
refuse to see me--that you would consider me importunate--"
"Well--well, Ellen: do not cry--that is foolish! I am not angry now; so
cheer up, and tell me in what I can serve thee?"
As Greenwood uttered these words, he seated himself upon the sofa by the
side of the young lady, and took her hand. We cannot say that her tears
had moved him--for his was a heart that was moved by nothing regarding
another: but she had looked pretty as she wept, and as her eyes glanced
through their tears towards him; and the apparent kindness of his manner
was the mechanical impulse of the libertine.
"Oh! if _you_ would only smile thus upon me--now and then--" murmured
Ellen, gazing tenderly upon him,--"how much of the sorrow of this life
would disappear from before my eyes."
"How can one gifted with such charms as you be unhappy?" exclaimed
Greenwood.
"What! do you imagine that beauty constitutes felicity?" cried Ellen, in
an impassioned tone. "Are not the loveliest flowers exposed to the
nipping frosts, as well as the rank and poisonous weeds? Do not clouds
obscure the brightest stars, as well as those of a pale and sickly
lustre? You ask me if I can be unhappy? Alas! it is now long--long since
I knew what perfect happiness was! I need not tell you--_you_--how my
father's fortune was swept away;--but I may detail to you the miseries
which the loss of it raised up around him and me--and chiefly _me_!"
"But why dwell upon so sad a theme, Ellen? Did you come hither to divert
me with a narrative of sorrows which must now be past, since--according
to what I have heard--your father and yourself have found an asylum--"
"At Markham Place!" added Miss Monroe, emphatically. "Yes--we have found
an asylum there--_there_, in the house of the individual whom my
father's speculations and your agency--"
"Speak not of that--speak not of that, I conjure you!" hastily exclaimed
Greenwood. "Tell me Ellen--tell me, you have not breathed a word to your
father, nor to that young man--"
"No--not for worlds!" cried Ellen, with a shudder: then, after a pause,
during which she appeared to reflect deeply, she said, "But you ask me
why I wish to narrate to you the history of all the miseries I have
endured for two long years, and upwards: you demand of me why I would
dwell upon so sad a theme. I will tell you presently. You shall hear me
first. But pray, be not impatient: I shall not detain you long;--and,
surely--surely, you can spare an hour to one who is so very--very
miserable."
"Speak, Ellen--speak!"
"The loss of our fortune plunged us into the most frightful poverty. We
were not let down gradually from affluence to penury;--but we fell--as
one falls from a height--abruptly, suddenly, and precipitately into the
depths of want and starvation. The tree of our happiness lost not its
foliage leaf by leaf: it was blighted in an hour. This made the sting so
much more sharp--the heavy weight of misfortune so much less tolerable.
Nevertheless, I worked, and worked with my needle until my energies were
wasted, my eyes grew dim, and my health was sinking fast. Oh! my God, I
only asked for work;--and yet, at length, I lost even that resource!
Then commenced a strange kind of life for me."
"A strange kind of life, Ellen--what mean you?" exclaimed Greenwood, now
interested in the recital.
"I sold myself in detail," answered Ellen, in a tone of the deepest and
most touching melancholy.
"I cannot understand you," cried Greenwood. "Surely--surely your mind is
not wandering!"
"No: all I tell you is unhappily too true," returned the poor girl,
shaking her head; then, as if suddenly recollecting herself, she started
from her thoughtful mood, and said, "You have a plaster of Paris image
as large as life, in the window of your staircase?"
"Yes--it is a Diana, and holds a lamp which is lighted at night,"
observed Greenwood. "But what means that strange question--so irrelevant
to the subject of our discourse?"
"More--more than you can imagine," answered Ellen, bitterly. "That
statue explains one phase in my chequered life;"--then, sinking her tone
almost to a whisper, grasping Greenwood's hand convulsively, and
regarding him fixedly in the countenance, while her own eyes were
suddenly lighted up with a strange wildness of expression, she added,
"The face of your beautiful Diana is my own!"
[Illustration]
Greenwood gazed upon her in speechless astonishment: he fancied that her
reason was unhinged; and--he knew not why--he was afraid!
Ellen glanced around, and her eyes rested upon a magnificent picture
that hung against the wall. The subject of this painting, which had no
doubt struck her upon first entering that room, was a mythological
scene.
Taking Greenwood by the hand, Ellen led him towards the picture.
"Do you see any thing that strikes you strangely there?" she said,
pointing towards the work of art.
"The scene is Venus rising from the ocean, surrounded by nereids and
nymphs," answered Greenwood.
"And you admire your picture much?"
"Yes--much; or else I should not have purchased it."
"Then have you unwittingly admired me," exclaimed Ellen; "for the face
of your Venus is my own!"
Greenwood gazed earnestly upon the picture for a few moments; then,
turning towards Ellen, he cried, "True--it is true! There are your
eyes--your mouth--your smile--your forehead--your very hair! How strange
that I never noticed this before. But--no--it is a dream: it is a mere
coincidence! Tell me--how could this have taken place;--speak--is it not
a mere delusion--an accidental resemblance which you noticed on entering
this room?"
"Come with me," said Ellen in a soft and melancholy tone.
Still retaining him by the hand, she led him into the landing place
communicating with the drawing-room and leading to the stairs.
A magnificent marble statue of a female, as large as life, stood in one
corner. The model was naked down to the waist, one hand gracefully
sustaining the drapery which enveloped the lower part of the form.
"Whence did you obtain that statue!" demanded Ellen, pointing towards
the object of her inquiry.
"The ruin of a family long reputed rich, caused the sale of all their
effects," answered Greenwood; "and I purchased that statue, amongst
other objects of value which were sold, for a mere trifle."
"The lady has paid dearly for her vanity!" cried Ellen: "her fate--or
rather the fate of her statue is a just reward for the contempt, the
scorn--the withering scorn with which she treated me, when I implored
her to take me into her service."
"What do you mean, Ellen?"
"I mean that the bust of your marble statue is my own," answered the
young lady, casting down her eyes, and blushing deeply.
"Another enigma!" cried Greenwood.
They returned to the drawing-room, and returned their seats upon the
sofa.
A long pause ensued.
"Will you tell me, Ellen," at length exclaimed Greenwood, deeply struck
by all he had heard and seen within the last half hour,--"will you tell
me, Ellen, whether you have lost your reason, or I am dreaming?"
"Lost my reason!" repeated Ellen, with fearful bitterness of tone;
"no--that were perhaps a blessing; and naught save misery awaits me!"
"But the image--the picture--and the statue?" exclaimed Greenwood
impatiently.
"They are emblems of phases in my life," answered Ellen. "I told you ere
now that my father and myself were reduced to the very lowest depths of
poverty. And yet we could not die;--at least I could not see that poor,
white-haired, tottering old man perish by inches--die the death of
starvation. Oh! no--that was too horrible. I cried for bread--bread--bread!
And there was one--an old hag--you know her--"
"Go on--go on."
"Who offered me bread--bread for myself, bread for my father--upon
strange and wild conditions. In a word I sold myself in detail."
"Again that strange phrase!" ejaculated Greenwood. "What mean you,
Ellen?"
"I mean that I sold my face to the statuary--my likeness to the
artist--my bust to the sculptor--my whole form to the photographer--and----"
"And--" repeated Greenwood, strangely excited.
"And my virtue to you!" added the young woman, whose tone, as she
enumerated these sacrifices, had gradually risen from a low whisper to
the wildness of despair.
"Ah! now I understand," said Greenwood, whose iron heart was for a
moment touched: "how horrible!"
"Horrible indeed!" ejaculated Ellen. "But what other women sell first. I
sold last: what others give in a moment of delirium, and in an excess of
burning, ardent passion, I coolly and deliberately exchanged for the
price of bread! But you know this sad--this saddest episode in my
strange history! Maddened by the sight of my father's sufferings, I flew
to the accursed old hag: I said, '_Give me bread, and do with me as thou
wilt_!' She took me with her. I accompanied her, reckless of the way we
went, to a house where I was shown into a chamber that was darkened;
there I remained an hour alone, a prey to all the horrible ideas that
ever yet combined to drive poor mortal mad, and still failed to
accomplish their dread aim;--the hour passed--a man came--you know the
rest!"
"Say no more, Ellen, on that head: but tell me, to what does all this
tend?"
"One word more. Hours passed away, as you are well aware: you would not
let me go. At length I returned home. My God! my poor father was happy!
He had met an angel, while I had encountered a devil----"
"Ellen! Ellen!"
"He had gold--he was happy, I say! He had purchased a succulent
repast--he had spread it with his own hand--he had heaped up his
luxuries, in his humble way, to greet the return of his dear--his
darling child. Heavens! how did I survive that moment? how dared I stand
in the presence of that old man--that good, that kind old man--whose
hair was so white with many winters, and whose brow was so wrinkled with
many sorrows? I cannot say how passed the few hours that followed my
return! Flower after flower had dropped from the garland of my
purity--that purity in which he--the kind old man--had nurtured me! And
then there was the dread--the crushing--the overwhelming conviction that
had I retained my faith in God for a few hours more--had I only
exercised my patience until the evening of that fatal day, I had been
spared that final guilt--that crowning infamy!"
Ellen covered her face with her hands, and burst into an agony of tears.
Deep sobs convulsed her bosom; she groaned in spirit; and never had the
libertine by her side beheld female anguish so fearfully exemplified
before.
Oh! when fair woman loses the star from her brow, and yet retains the
sense of shame, where shall she seek for comfort? whither shall she fly
to find consolation?
Greenwood was really alarmed at the violence of the poor girl's grief.
"Ellen, what can I do for you? what would you have with me?" he said,
passing his arm around her waist.
She drew hastily away from his embrace, and turning upon him her tearful
eyes, exclaimed, "If you touch me under the influence of the sentiment
that made you purchase my only jewel, lay not a finger on me--defile me
not--let my sorrows make my person sacred! But if you entertain one
spark of feeling--one single idea of honour, do me justice--resign me
not to despair!"
"Do you justice, Ellen?"
"Yes--do me justice; for I was pure and spotless till want and misery
threw me into your arms," continued Ellen, in an impassioned tone; "and
if I sinned--if I surrendered myself up to him who offered me a
price--it was only that I might obtain bread--bread for my poor father!"
"Ellen, what would you have me do?"
"What would I have you do!" she repeated, bitterly: "oh! cannot you
comprehend what I would have you do to save my honour? It is in your
power to restore me to happiness;--it is you who this day--this
hour--must decide my doom! You ask me what I would have you do? Here,
upon my knees I answer you--here, at your feet I implore you, by all
your hopes of prosperity in this world and salvation in the next--by all
you bold dear, solemn, and sacred--I implore you to bestow a father's
honourable name upon the child which I bear in my womb!"
She had thrown herself before him--she grasped his hands--she bedewed
them with her tears--she pressed them against her bosom that was
convulsed with anguish.
"Rise, Ellen--rise," exclaimed Greenwood: "some one may come--some one
may--"
"Never will I rise from this position until your tongue pronounces my
fate!"
"You do not--you cannot mean----"
"That you should marry me!" exclaimed Ellen. "Yes--that is the prayer
which I now offer to you! Oh! if you will but restore me to the path of
honour, I will be your slave. If my presence be an annoyance to you, I
will never see you more from the moment when we quit the altar: but if
you will admit me to your confidence--if you will make me the partner of
your hopes and fears, your joys and sorrows, I will smile when you
smile--I will console you when you weep. I will serve you--upon my knees
will I serve you;--I will never weary of doing your bidding. But--O God!
do not, do not refuse me the only prayer which I have now to offer to
mortal man!"
"Ellen, this is impossible! My position--my interest--my plans render
marriage--at present--a venture in which I cannot embark."
"You reject my supplication--you throw me back into disgrace and
despair," cried Ellen: "Oh! reflect well upon what you are doing!"
"Listen to me," said Mr. Greenwood. "Ask me any thing that money can
purchase, and you shall have it. Say the word, and you shall have a
house--a home--furnished in all imaginable splendour; and measures shall
be taken to conceal your situation from the world."
"No--this is not what I ask," returned Ellen. "The wealth of the
universe cannot recompense me if I am to pass as Mr. Greenwood's
pensioned mistress!"
"Then what, in the name of heaven, do you now require of me?" demanded
the Member of Parliament impatiently.
"That you should do me justice," was the reply, while Ellen still
remained upon her knees.
"Do you justice!" repeated Greenwood: "and how have I wronged you? If I
deliberately set to work to seduce you--if, by art and treachery, I
wiled you away from the paths of duty--if, by false promises, I allured
you from a prosperous and happy sphere,--then might you talk to me of
justice. But no: I knew not whom I was about to meet when the old hag
came to me that day, and said----"
"Enough! enough! I understand you," cried Ellen, rising from her
suppliant position, and clasping her hands despairingly together. "You
consider that you purchased me as you would have bought any poor girl
who, through motives of vanity, gain, or lust, would have sold her
person to the highest bidder! Oh--now I understand you! But, one word,
Mr. Greenwood! If there were no such voluptuaries--such heartless
libertines as you in this world, would there be so many poor unhappy
creatures like me? In an access of despair--of folly--and of madness, I
rushed upon a path which men like you alone open to women placed as I
then was! Perhaps you consider that I am not worthy to become your wife?
Fool that I was to seek redress--to hope for consolation at your hands!
Your conduct to others--to my father--to--"
"Ellen! I command you to be silent! Remember our solemn compact on that
day when we met in so strange and mysterious a manner;--remember that we
pledged ourselves to mutual silence--silence with respect to all we know
of each other! Do you wish to break that compact?"
"No--no," ejaculated Ellen, convulsively clasping her hands together: "I
would not have you publish my disgrace! Happily I have yet friends who
will--but no matter. Sir, I now leave you: I have your answer. You
refuse to give a father's name to the child which I bear? You may live
to repent your decision. For the present, farewell."
And having condensed all her agonising feelings into a moment of
unnatural coolness--the awful calmness of despair--Ellen slowly left the
room.
But Mr. Greenwood did not breathe freely until he heard the front door
close behind her.