"In struggling with misfortunes
Lies the proof of virtue,"--SHAKSPEARE.
The turbulence of grief, and the agitation of suspense, gradually
lessened in the mind of Amanda, and were succeeded by a soft and
pleasing melancholy, which sprang from the consciousness of having
always, to the best of her abilities, performed the duties imposed upon
her, and supported her misfortunes with placid resignation. She loved to
think on her father, for amidst her sighs for his loss were mingled the
delightful ideas of having ever been a source of comfort to him, and she
believed, if departed spirits were allowed to review this world, his
would look down upon her with delight and approbation at beholding her
undeviating in the path he had marked out for her to take. The calm
derived from such meditations she considered as a recompense for many
sorrows; it was such, indeed, as nothing earthly gives, or can destroy,
and what the good must experience, though "amidst the wreck of matter
and the crush of worlds."
She tried to prevent her thoughts from wandering to Lord Mortimer, as
the surest means of retaining her composure, which fled whenever she
reflected on the doubtful balance in which her fate yet hung concerning
him.
The solitude of St. Catherine's was well adapted to her present
situation and frame of mind. She was neither teased with impertinent or
unmeaning ceremony, but perfect mistress of her own time and actions,
read, worked, and walked, as most agreeable to herself. She did not
extend her walks beyond the convent, as the scenes around it would
awaken remembrances she had not sufficient fortitude to bear; but the
space it covered was ample enough to afford her many different and
extensive rambles. And of a still evening, when nothing but the lowing
of the cattle, or the buzzing of the summer flies, was to be heard, she
loved to wander through the solemn and romantic ruins, sometimes
accompanied by a nun, but much oftener alone.
A fortnight had elapsed in this manner since Lord Mortimer's departure,
when, one morning, a carriage was heard driving across the common and
stopping at the outer gate of St. Catherine's. Amanda, who was sitting
at work in the parlor with the prioress, started in a universal
trepidation at the sound. It may be easily imagined the idea of Lord
Mortimer was uppermost in her thoughts. The door opened in a few
minutes, and, to her great astonishment, Mrs. Kilcorban and her two
daughters made their appearance.
Agitation and surprise prevented Amanda from speaking; she curtseyed,
and motioned them to be seated. The young ladies saluted her with an icy
civility, and the mother treated her with a rude familiarity, which she
thought herself authorized in using to one so reduced in circumstances
as Amanda. "Dear me," cried she, "you can't think, child, how shocked we
have all been to hear of your misfortunes. We only returned to the
country yesterday, for we have been in town the whole winter, and to be
sure a most delightful winter we have had of it--such balls, such routs,
such racketings; but, as I was going to say, as soon as we came home I
began, according to my old custom, to inquire after all my neighbors;
and to be sure the very first thing I heard of was the poor captain's
death. Don't cry, my dear, we must all go one time or another; those are
things, of course, as the doctor says in his sermon; so, when I heard of
your father's death and your distress, I began to cast about in my
brains some plan for helping you; and at last I hit upon one which, says
I to the girls, will delight the poor soul, as it will give her an
opportunity of earning decent bread for herself. You must know, my dear,
the tutoress we brought to town would not come back with us--a dirty
trollop, by the bye, and I think her place would be quite the thing for
you. You will have the four young girls to learn French and work too,
and I will expect you, as you have a good taste, to assist the eldest
Miss Kilcorbans in making up their things and dressing. I give twenty
guineas a-year. When we have no company, the tutoress always sits at the
table, and gets, besides this, the best of treatment in every respect."
A blush of indignation had gradually conquered Amanda's paleness during
Mrs. Kilcorban's long and eloquent speech. "Your intentions may be
friendly, madam," cried she, "but I must decline your proposal." "Bless
me, and why must you decline it? perhaps you think yourself not
qualified to instruct; indeed, this may be the case, for people often
get credit for accomplishments they do not possess. Well, if this is so,
I am still content to take you, as you were always a decent behaved
young body. Indeed, you cannot expect I should give you twenty guineas
a-year. No, no, I must make some abatement in the salary, if I am
forced to get masters to help you in learning the girls." "Miss
Fitzalan, madam," exclaimed the prioress, who had hitherto continued
silent, "never got credit for accomplishments which she did not possess;
her modesty has rather obscured than blazoned forth her perfections; she
does not, therefore, madam, decline your offer from a consciousness of
inability to undertake the office of an instructor, but from a
conviction she never could support impertinence and folly; should her
situation ever require her to exert her talents for subsistence, I trust
she will never experience the mortification of associating with those
who are insensible of her worth, or unwilling to pay her the respect she
merits." "Hoity, toity," cried Mrs. Kilcorban, "what assurance! Why,
madam, many a better man's child would be glad to jump at such an
offer." "Dear madam," said Miss Kilcorban, "perhaps the young lady has a
better settlement in view. We forget Lord Mortimer has been lately at
Castle Carberry, and we all know his lordship is a friend to Captain
Fitzalan's daughter." "Or perhaps," cried Miss Alicia, in a giggling
tone, "she means to be a nun." "Indeed, I suppose she means to be
nothing good," rejoined Mrs. Kilcorban; "and I suppose it was by some
impertinence or other she had a tiff with Lady Greystock. Lord! (looking
round the room), only see her music-books--her harp--her guitar--as if
she had nothing to do but sing and thrum away the whole day. Well, miss
(rising from her chair), you may yet be sorry your friend said so much
about you. I did not come merely to offer to take you into my house, but
to offer you also a good sum for your harp and guitar, supposing you had
no business with such things nowadays; but I dare say you would have
refused this offer." "I certainly should, madam," said Amanda; "it must
be strong necessity which compels me to part with my beloved father's
presents." "Well, well, child, I wish this pride of thine may not yet be
humbled." So saying, she flounced out of the room, followed by her
daughters, who, under an affectation of contempt, evidently showed they
were chagrined by the reception they had met.
The prioress indulged herself in a long fit of laughter at the passion
into which she had thrown Mrs. Kilcorban; and Amanda, who considered the
lady and her daughters as the most insignificant of beings, soon
recovered from the discomposure their visit had occasioned. In the
course of the evening a letter was delivered her by the servant, who
said the messenger who brought it waited for an answer. Amanda, in a
universal trepidation, broke the seal; but, instead of Lord Mortimer's
as she expected, a hand, to her entirely new, struck her view:--
TO MISS FITZALAN.
MY DEAR CREATURE,--I think I never was so diverted in my life as
at the account my mother and sisters gave of the reception they
met with from you to-day at St. Catherine's. I vow to God it was
excellent. Nor can I help still wondering at their absurdity, in
thinking such a devilish fine girl as you are would sacrifice
your time in instructing a parcel of chits, when it can be
devoted to so much better a purpose! To be brief, my dear girl,
I will take you immediately under my protection, if not your own
fault, bring you to Dublin, settle you in elegant lodgings with
a handsome allowance, and not only make you, but declare you to
be, the grand Sultana of my affection; a situation which, I can
assure you, you will not be a little envied enjoying. In your
answer to this, I shall expect to hear when I may have the
felicity of bringing you from obscurity, to the brilliant scene
you were formed to ornament. Adieu, my dear. Believe me your
devoted,
B. KILCORBAN.
The indignation which filled Amanda's breast at reading this scrawl
cannot be expressed. Her blood seemed to boil in her veins. It was some
time ere she could sufficiently compose herself to acquaint the prioress
with the cause of her agitation. It was then agreed that the letter
should be returned with the following lines written on it:--
The author of this effusion of ignorance and impertinence has
already inspired all the contempt he merits. Should he repeat
his insolence, something even more mortifying than
contempt--chastisement--must ensue.
That a repetition of this kind would be the case, she did not believe.
From Kilcorban she had no reason to suspect either the perseverance or
designs of Belgrave. One was a libertine from principle, the other she
believed from fashion; and that to pique his pride would be a sure
method of getting rid of him.
But the calm she had for some time experienced was destined to be
interrupted. The next morning brought Father O'Gallaghan, the little fat
priest (of whom we have made mention before in our pages), to the
convent. He was not the officiating priest; but notwithstanding this,
paid many visits to the sisterhood, with whom he was a great favorite;
he had been much concerned about Amanda's illness. She was sitting alone
in the parlor, drawing, when he entered it. He seated himself by her,
and the expression of his countenance seemed to declare his heart was
brimful of something pleasant.
"You won't be offended now, my dear sowl," said he, smirking up in her
face, "with a body for asking you how you would like to leave this
dismal solitude and have a comfortable home of your own, where you might
see your own friends, and have everything warm and cosy about you?"
"Why," said Amanda, "though I do not consider this a dismal solitude,
yet, to be sure, I should have no objection to a pleasant settled
habitation." "Ay, I always thought you a sensible young body. Well, and
what would you say to the person then who could point out such a
habitation? Ay, you little rogue, who could say they had just such a one
in their eye for you." Amanda stared at him with astonishment. She had
at first believed him jesting, but now found him serious.
"Ay, faith, my dear creature," cried he, continuing his discourse with a
look of the most perfect satisfaction, "I have an offer to make you,
which, I believe, would make many girls jump out of their skins with joy
to hear. You remember the O'Flannaghans, I am sure, where you took tea
last summer. Well, the eldest of the sons (as honest a lad as ever broke
bread) cast a sheep's eye upon you then. But what with your going from
the country, and some other matters, he thought there was no use then in
revealing his flame; but now, when you are come plump in his way again,
faith he plucked up his courage, and told his father all about it. Old
Flannaghan is a good-natured sowl, and is very willing the match should
take place. They have everything snug about them. The old man will give
everything into your spouse's hands. The youngest son will live in the
house till he gets married, and goes off to a farm of his own. The
eldest daughter is married; the second will live with her, and the
youngest will be a little handy assistant to you. So you see, you will
not be tormented with a large family. There is one little matter which,
to be sure, they are a little uneasy about, and that is your being of
different persuasions; but says I to them, when this was started, faith,
says I, you need not give yourself any trouble about it, for I know the
young woman to be a discreet sowl, and I am sure she will make no
hesitation about going to chapel instead of church, when she knows, too,
it is for her own interest. So, my dear sowl, I hope soon to give you
the nuptial benediction, and to be also your spiritual director."
Amanda had listened to this speech in silent amazement. She now rose,
and would have quitted the room without speaking, to evince her
contempt, had not an idea darted into her mind that such conduct perhaps
might not be construed by the ignorant priest in the manner she wished.
She therefore stopped, and turning to him said; "He could not wonder at
her being offended at his pretending to answer so freely for her in
matters so important as religion; but to prove how presumptuous he was
in everything he said about her, she must assure him his embassy to her
was equally fruitless and disagreeable; and that if Mr. O'Flannaghan
consulted his own happiness, he would seek to unite himself with a woman
brought up in his own sphere of life." So saying, she quitted the room
with a look of dignity which quite confounded the poor priest, who
snatched up his hat in a great hurry, and waddled away to the farm, to
communicate the ill-success of his visit, which had quite crushed his
expectations of wedding presents and pudding feasts, which he had
contemplated in idea with delight.
It was some time ere Amanda recovered from the discomposure into which
the impertinence of the Kilcorbans and the priest had thrown her. From
what she suffered in consequence of it, she was forcibly convinced how
ill-qualified she was to struggle with a world where she would be
continually liable to such shocks. She had yet a hope of escaping
them--a hope of being guarded by the tutelary care of Lord Mortimer, and
of being one of the happiest of her sex.