"Oh, let me unlade my breast,
Pour out the fulness of my soul before you,
Show every tender, every grateful thought,
This wondrous goodness stirs. But 'tis impossible,
And utterance all is vile; since I can only
Swear you reign here, but never tell how much."--ROWE.
Sister Mary recovered her with difficulty, but found it impossible to
remove her from the cabin till she was more composed. In about two hours
its inhabitants returned, and the car having arrived which she had
ordered to convey Amanda to St. Catherine's, she was placed upon it in a
state scarcely animate, and, supported by Sister Mary, was conveyed to
that peaceful asylum. On arriving at it she was carried immediately into
the prioress's apartment, who received and welcomed her with the most
tender affection and sensibility--a tenderness which roused Amanda from
the stupefaction into which she appeared sinking, and made her weep
violently. She felt relieved from doing so, and, as some return for the
kindness she received, endeavored to appear benefited by it. She
therefore declined going to bed, but lay down upon a little matted couch
in the prioress's room. The tea-table was close by it. As she refused
any other refreshment, she obtained this by a promise of eating
something with it. None of the sisterhood--Sister Mary excepted--were
admitted; and Amanda felt this delicate attention and respect to her
sorrows with gratitude. She arrived on the eve of their patron saint at
the convent, which was always celebrated with solemnity. After tea,
therefore, the prioress and Sister Mary were compelled to repair to the
chapel; but she removed the reluctance they felt to leave her alone by
complaining of being drowsy. A pillow being laid under her head by
Sister Mary, soon after they quitted her she fell into a profound
slumber, in which she continued till awoke by distant music, so soft, so
clear, so harmonious, that the delightful sensations it gave her she
could only compare to those which she imagined a distressed and pensive
soul would feel when, springing from the shackles of mortality, it first
heard the heavenly sounds that welcomed it to the realms of bliss. The
chapel from which those celestial sounds proceeded was at the extremity
of the house, so that they sometimes swelled upon her ear, sometimes
faintly sunk upon it. The pauses in the organ, which was finely played,
were filled up by the sweet, though less powerful strains of the
sisterhood, who sung a hymn in honor of their saint.
"No one was here exempt,
No voice but well could join melodious part."
'Tis a foretaste of heaven, thought Amanda. She heard a deep sigh behind
her. She turned her head hastily, and perceived a figure standing near,
which bore a strong resemblance to Lord Mortimer. She was alarmed. She
could not believe it was him. The light which the small and heavy-arched
window admitted was imperfect, and she rose from the couch to be better
assured it was or was not him. A second glance convinced her. She might
have believed her eyes at first. Trembling and astonished, she sunk upon
a seat, exclaiming, "Gracious heaven! what can have brought Lord
Mortimer hither?"
He made no reply, but, kneeling before her, took her hands in his,
pressed them to his forehead and lips, and laid his head upon them.
"Why," cried Amanda, unutterably affected by the emotions he betrayed,
"why, my lord, are you come hither?" "To try," he replied, in a voice
scarcely articulate, "whether Miss Fitzalan will yet consider me as her
friend." "That, my lord," said she, "depends upon circumstances; but
while your lordship remains in your present position, what they are I
cannot explain."
Lord Mortimer instantly rose and seated himself beside her. "Now, tell
me," said he, "what those circumstances are." "The first, my lord, is to
exculpate my father in the opinion of Lord Cherbury, and, by declaring
the commencement and progress of our acquaintance, eradicate from his
lordship's mind the injurious suspicions he entertained against him.
This, perhaps, you will say is useless, considering those suspicions can
no longer wound him; but, my lord, I deem it an incumbent duty on me to
remove from his memory the obloquy on my account cast on it." "I promise
you most solemnly," said Lord Mortimer, "you shall be obeyed. This is a
debt of justice, which I had resolved to pay ere I received your
injunction for doing so. It is but lately I heard of the unjust charges
made against him, nor do I know now what fiend gave rise to them." "The
same, perhaps," cried Amanda, "who spread such complicated snares for my
destruction, and involved me in every horror but that which proceeds
from conscious guilt. Oh, my lord! the second circumstance I allude to
is, if you should hear my name treated with scorn and contempt by those
few--those very few--whom I had reason to esteem, and to believe
esteemed me, that you would kindly interpose in my justification, and
say I merited not the aspersions cast upon me. Believe me innocent, and
you will easily persuade others I am so. You shake your head, as much as
to say you cannot think me so, after the proofs you have seen to the
contrary. Ah, my lord! the proofs were contrived by malice and
treachery, to ruin me in the estimation of my friends, and by perfidy,
to force me into a crime, of which I already bear the appearance and the
stigma. Surely, in this solemn hour, which has seen my beloved father
consigned to his kindred earth, when, with a mind harassed by sorrow,
and a body worn out with fatigue, I feel as if standing on the verge of
the grave, I should be the most abandoned of wretches, if I could assert
my innocence without the consciousness of really possessing it. No, my
lord; by such a falsehood I should be not only wicked, but foolish, in
depriving myself of that happiness hereafter which will so fully
recompense my present miseries." "Oh, Amanda!" cried Lord Mortimer, who
had been walking backward and forward in an agitated manner while she
spoke, "you would almost convince me against the evidence of my own
senses." "Almost," she repeated. "Then I see, my lord, you are
determined to disbelieve me. But why, since so prejudiced against me,
have you come hither? Was it merely to be assured of my wretchedness? to
hear me say that I stand alone in the world, without one being
interested about my welfare; that my present asylum is bestowed by
charity; and that, if my life be prolonged, it must be spent in
struggling against constitution, sorrow, and ill-fame, to procure a
subsistence?" "No, no," exclaimed Lord Mortimer, flinging himself at her
feet; "never shall you suffer such misery. Were you even the being I was
tempted to think you some time ago, never would Mortimer suffer the
woman his heart doated on to feel such calamity. I do not, I cannot
believe you would deceive me. There is an irresistible eloquence in your
words that convinces me you have been the victim of treachery, and I its
dupe. I cannot give you a more convincing proof of my confidence in you,
than by again renewing my entreaties to have one fame, one fate, one
fortune ours."
The resolution which Amanda had forced to support her through the
painful scene she guessed would ensue the moment she saw Lord Mortimer,
now vanished, and she burst into a flood of tears. She saw his conduct
in the most generous, the most exalted light. Notwithstanding
appearances were so much against her, he was willing to rely solely on
her own asseveration of innocence, and to run every risk on her account,
that by a union he might shelter her from the distress of her present
situation. But while her sensibility was affected by his expressions,
her pride was alarmed lest he should impute her ardent desire of
vindicating herself to the expectation of having his addresses renewed.
In broken accents she endeavored to remove such an idea, if it had
arisen, and to convince him that all further intimacy between them must
now be terminated. Lord Mortimer ascribed the latter part of her speech
to the resentment she felt against him for ever entertaining doubts of
her worth. She desired him to rise, but he refused till he was forgiven.
"My forgiveness is yours indeed, my lord," she said, "though your
suspicions wounded me to the soul. I can scarcely wonder at your
entertaining them, when I reflect on the different situations in which I
was found, which, if your lordship can spare a little longer time, or
deem it worth devoting to such a purpose, as well as I am able I will
account for being involved in." Lord Mortimer declared his ardent
desire to hear those particulars, which nothing but a fear of fatiguing
or agitating her could have prevented his before expressing. He then
seated himself by her, and taking her cold and emaciated hand in his,
listened to her little narrative.
She briefly informed him of her father's residing in Devonshire after
the death of her mother, of the manner in which they became acquainted
with Colonel Belgrave, of his having ingratiated himself into their
friendship, by pretending to be Oscar's friend, and then plunging them
in distress, when he found they not only resisted but resented his
villanous designs. She related the artful manner in which Lady Greystock
had drawn her from her father's protection, and the cold and insolent
reception she met from the marchioness and her daughter, when introduced
by the above-mentioned lady, the enmity the marchioness bore her father,
the sudden alteration in her behavior, the invitation to her house so
unexpected and unnecessary, all tended to inspire a belief that she was
concerned in contriving Colonel Belgrave's admittance to the house, and
had also given Lord Cherbury reason to suspect the integrity of her
father.
Lord Mortimer here interrupted Amanda, to mention the conversation which
passed between him and Mrs. Jane in the hall.
She raised her hands and eyes to heaven with astonishment at such
wickedness, and said, "Though she always suspected the girl's integrity,
from a certain sycophant air, she never imagined she could be capable of
such baseness."
Lord Mortimer again interrupted her, to mention what Lady Greystock had
told him concerning Mrs. Jennings, as also what the housekeeper had said
of the note he gave her for Amanda.
"Good God!" said Amanda, "when I hear of all the enemies I had, I almost
wonder I escaped so well." She then resumed her narrative, accounted for
the dislike Mrs. Jennings had to her, and explained the way in which she
was entrapped into Colonel Belgrave's power, the almost miraculous
manner in which she was freed from his house, the friendship she
received from Howel, and the situation in which she arrived at Castle
Carberry, and found her father. The closing scene she could not
describe, for sighs and sobs impeded her utterance. Lord Mortimer gently
folded her to his breast. He called her his dear, his unfortunate, his
lovely girl, more precious than ever to his heart, and declared he never
again would quit her till she had given him a right to espouse her
quarrels, and secure her from the machinations of her enemies. Her warm
tears wet his cheek as she exclaimed, "that could never be."
"My promise is already past," cried she. "That which was given to the
living shall not be forfeited to the dead; and this, my lord, by design,
is the last time we must ever meet." "What promise?" exclaimed Lord
Mortimer. "Surely no one could be so inhuman as to extort a promise from
you to give me up?" "It was not inhumanity extorted it," replied Amanda,
"but honor, rectitude, and discretion; without forfeiting those never
can I violate it. There is but one event could make me acquiesce in your
wishes, that is, having a fortune adequate to yours to bring you,
because then Lord Cherbury could ascribe no selfish motive to my
conduct; but as such an event is utterly improbable, I might almost say
impossible, it is certain we shall never be united. Any further
intercourse between us, you must therefore be convinced, would injure
me. Disturb not, therefore, my lord, my retirement; but ere you depart,
allow me to assure you you have lightened the weight on my heart by
crediting what I have said. Should I not recover from the illness which
now preys upon me, it will cheer my departing spirit to know you think
me innocent; and, if I live, it will support me through many
difficulties, and often, perhaps, after the toils of a busy day, shall I
comfort myself by reflecting that those I esteem, if they think of me,
it is with their wonted regard."
Lord Mortimer was affected by the manner in which she spoke, his eyes
began to glisten, and he was again declaring he would not suffer her to
sacrifice happiness at the shrine of a too scrupulous and romantic
generosity, when the door opened, and the prioress and Sister Mary (who
had been detained in the chapel by a long discourse from the priest)
entered, bearing lights.
Lord Mortimer started in much confusion, retreated to one of the
windows, and drew out his handkerchief to conceal the emotions Amanda
had excited. She was unable to speak to the prioress and Sister Mary,
who stared round them, and then at each other, not certain whether they
should advance or retreat. Lord Mortimer in a few moments recovered his
composure, and advancing to the prioress, apologized for his intrusion
into her apartment; but said he had the honor of being a friend of Miss
Fitzalan's, and could not resist his wish of inquiring in person after
her health as soon as he arrived in the country.
The prioress, who had once seen a good deal of the polite world,
received his address with ease and complaisance. Sister Mary went over
to Amanda, and found her weak, trembling, and weeping. She expressed the
utmost concern at seeing her in such a situation, and immediately
procured her a glass of wine, which she insisted on her taking. The
lights now gave Lord Mortimer an opportunity of contemplating the
depredations which grief and sickness had made upon her. Her pale and
sallow complexion, her heavy and sunken eyes, struck him with horror. He
could not conceal his feelings. "Gracious Heaven!" cried he, going to
the couch, and taking her hand, "I fear you are very ill."
She looked mournfully in his face without speaking; but this look was
sufficient to assure him he was not mistaken. The efforts she had made
to converse with him, and the yet greater efforts she made to banish him
forever from her, quite exhausted her; after the various miseries she
had gone through, how soothing to her soul would have been the
attentions of Lord Mortimer, how pleasing, how delightful, the asylum
she should have found in his arms! But no temptation, no distress, she
resolved, should ever make her disobey the injunction of her adored
father.
"She is very bad indeed," said Sister Mary, "and we must get her to bed
as soon as possible." "She requires rest and repose indeed," said Lord
Mortimer; "but tell me, my dear Miss Fitzalan (taking her hand), if I
have those good ladies' permission for calling here to-morrow, will you,
if able to rise, see me?" "I cannot, indeed," said Amanda; "I have
already declared this must be our last interview, and I shall not
retract from what I have said." "Then," exclaimed Lord Mortimer,
regardless, or rather forgetful, of those who heard him, from the
agitation and warmth of his feelings, "I shall, in one respect at least,
accuse you of dissimulation, that of feigning a regard for me you never
felt." "Such an accusation is now of little consequence," replied
Amanda; "perhaps you had better think it just." "Cruel, inexorable girl,
to refuse seeing me, to wish to have the anxiety which now preys upon my
heart prolonged!"
"Young man," said the prioress, in an accent of displeasure, seeing the
tears streaming down Amanda's cheeks, "respect her sorrows."
"Respect them, madam," repeated he; "Oh! Heaven, I respect, I venerate
them; but will you, my dear lady, when Miss Fitzalan is able, prevail on
her to communicate the particulars of our acquaintance; and will you
then become my advocate, and persuade her to receive my visits?"
"Impossible sir," said the prioress, "I shall never attempt to desire a
larger share of confidence from Miss Fitzalan than she desires to bestow
upon me. From my knowledge of her I am convinced her conduct will be
always guided by discretion; she has greatly obliged me by choosing this
humble retreat for her residence; she has put herself under my
protection, and I shall endeavor to fulfil that sacred trust by securing
her from any molestation." "Well, madam," said Lord Mortimer, "I flatter
myself Miss Fitzalan will do me justice in declaring my visits proceeded
from wishes, which, though she may disappoint, she cannot disapprove. I
shall no longer intrude upon your time or hers, but will still hope I
shall find you both less inflexible."
He took up his hat, he approached the door; but when he glanced at
Amanda, he could not depart without speaking to her, and again went to
the couch.
He entreated her to compose and exert herself; he desired her
forgiveness for any warmth he had betrayed, and he whispered to her that
all his earthly happiness depended on her restoration to health, and her
becoming his. He insisted on her now giving him her hand as a pledge of
amity between them. She complied; but when presuming on this he again
asked her consent to repeat his visits, he found her inexorable as ever,
and retired, if not with a displeased, a disappointed countenance.
Sister Mary attended him from the apartment. At the door of the convent
he requested her to walk a few paces from it with him, saying he wanted
to speak to her. She consented, and remembering he was the person who
frightened her one evening amongst the ruins, determined now, if she had
a good opportunity, to ask what had then brought him thither?
Lord Mortimer knew the poverty of the convent, and feared Amanda might
want many things, or its inhabitants be distressed to procure them for
her; he therefore pulled out a purse and presenting it to Sister Mary,
requested she would apply it for Miss Fitzalan's use, without mentioning
anything about it to her. Sister Mary shook the purse. "Oh! Jesu Maria,"
exclaimed she, "how heavy it is!"
Lord Mortimer was retiring, when, catching hold of him, she cried,
"Stay, stay, I have a word or two to say to you. I wonder how much there
is in this purse?"
Lord Mortimer smiled, "If not enough for the present emergencies," said
he, "it shall soon be replenished."
Sister Mary sat down on a tombstone, and very deliberately counted the
money into her lap. "Oh! mercy," said she, "I never saw so many guineas
together before in all my life!"
Again Lord Mortimer smiled, and was retiring; but again stopping him,
she returned the gold into the purse, and declared, "she neither would
nor durst keep it."
Lord Mortimer was provoked at this declaration, and, without replying to
it, walked on. She ran nimbly after him, and dropping the purse at his
feet, was out of sight in a moment. When she returned to the prioress's
apartment, she related the incident, and took much merit to herself for
acting so prudently. The prioress commended her very much, and poor
Amanda, with a faint voice, said, "she had acted quite right."
A little room inside the prioress's chamber was prepared for Amanda,
into which she was now conveyed, and the good-natured Sister Mary
brought her own bed, and laid it beside hers.