Those who have felt the doubts, the jealousies, the resentments, the
humiliations, the hopes, the despair, the impatience, and, in a word, the
infinite disquiets of love, will be able to conceive the sea of agitation
on which our adventurer was tossed all night long, without repose or
intermission. Sometimes he resolved to employ all his industry and
address in discovering the place in which Aurelia was sequestered, that
he might rescue her from the supposed restraint to which she had been
subjected. But when his heart beat high with the anticipation of this
exploit, he was suddenly invaded, and all his ardour checked, by the
remembrance of that fatal letter, written and signed by her own hand,
which had divorced him from all hope, and first unsettled his
understanding. The emotions waked by this remembrance were so strong,
that he leaped from the bed, and the fire being still burning in the
chimney, lighted a candle, that he might once more banquet his spleen by
reading the original billet, which, together with the ring he had
received from Miss Darnel’s mother, he kept in a small box, carefully
deposited within his portmanteau. This being instantly unlocked, he
unfolded the paper, and recited the contents in these words:--
“SIR,--Obliged as I am by the passion you profess, and the eagerness with
which you endeavour to give me the most convincing proof of your regard,
I feel some reluctance in making you acquainted with a circumstance,
which, in all probability, you will not learn without some disquiet. But
the affair is become so interesting, I am compelled to tell you, that
however agreeable your proposals may have been to those whom I thought it
my duty to please by every reasonable concession, and howsoever you may
have been flattered by the seeming complacency with which I have heard
your addresses, I now find it absolutely necessary to speak in a decisive
strain, to assure you, that, without sacrificing my own peace, I cannot
admit a continuation of your correspondence; and that your regard for me
will be best shown by your desisting from a pursuit which is altogether
inconsistent with the happiness of AURELIA DARNEL.”
Having pronounced aloud the words that composed this dismission, he
hastily replaced the cruel scroll, and being too well acquainted with the
hand to harbour the least doubt of its being genuine, threw himself into
his bed in a transport of despair, mingled with resentment, during the
predominancy of which he determined to proceed in the career of
adventure, and endeavour to forget the unkindness of his mistress amidst
the avocations of knight-errantry.
Such was the resolution that governed his thoughts, when he rose in the
morning, ordered Crabshaw to saddle Bronzomarte, and demanded a bill of
his expense. Before these orders could be executed, the good woman of
the house entering his apartment, told him, with marks of concern, that
the poor young lady, Miss Meadows, had dropped her pocket-book in the
next chamber, where it was found by the hostess, who now presented it
unopened.
Our knight having called in Mrs. Oakley and her son as witnesses,
unfolded the book without reading one syllable of the contents, and found
in it five banknotes, amounting to two hundred and thirty pounds.
Perceiving at once the loss of this treasure might be attended with the
most embarrassing consequences to the owner, and reflecting that this was
a case which demanded the immediate interposition and assistance of
chivalry, he declared that he himself would convey it safely into the
hands of Miss Meadows; and desired to know the road she had pursued, that
he might set out in quest of her without a moment’s delay. It was not
without some difficulty that this information was obtained from the
postboy, who had been enjoined to secrecy by the lady, and even gratified
with a handsome reward for his promised discretion. The same method was
used to make him disgorge his trust; he undertook to conduct Sir
Launcelot, who hired a post-chaise for despatch, and immediately
departed, after having directed his squire to follow his track with the
horses.
Yet, whatever haste he made, it is absolutely necessary, for the reader’s
satisfaction, that we should outstrip the chaise, and visit the ladies
before his arrival. We shall therefore, without circumlocution, premise,
that Miss Meadows was no other than that paragon of beauty and goodness,
the all-accomplished Miss Aurelia Darnel. She had, with that meekness of
resignation peculiar to herself, for some years, submitted to every
species of oppression which her uncle’s tyranny of disposition could
plan, and his unlimited power of guardianship execute, till at length it
rose to such a pitch of despotism as she could not endure. He had
projected a match between his niece and one Philip Sycamore, Esq., a
young man who possessed a pretty considerable estate in the north
country; who liked Aurelia’s person, but was enamoured of her fortune,
and had offered to purchase Anthony’s interest and alliance with certain
concessions, which could not but be agreeable to a man of loose
principles, who would have found it a difficult task to settle the
accounts of his wardship.
According to the present estimate of matrimonial felicity, Sycamore might
have found admittance as a future son-in-law to any private family of
the kingdom. He was by birth a gentleman, tall, straight, and muscular,
with a fair, sleek, unmeaning face, that promised more simplicity than
ill-nature. His education had not been neglected, and he inherited an
estate of five thousand a year. Miss Darnel, however, had penetration
enough to discover and despise him, as a strange composition of rapacity
and profusion, absurdity and good sense, bashfulness and impudence,
self-conceit and diffidence, awkwardness and ostentation, insolence and
good-nature, rashness and timidity. He was continually surrounded and
preyed upon by certain vermin called Led Captains and Buffoons, who
showed him in leading-strings like a sucking giant, rifled his pockets
without ceremony, ridiculed him to his face, traduced his character, and
exposed him in a thousand ludicrous attitudes for the diversion of the
public; while at the same time he knew their knavery, saw their drift,
detested their morals, and despised their understanding. He was so
infatuated by indolence of thought, and communication with folly, that he
would have rather suffered himself to be led into a ditch with company,
than be at the pains of going over a bridge alone; and involved himself
in a thousand difficulties, the natural consequences of an error in the
first concoction, which, though he plainly saw it, he had not resolution
enough to avoid.
Such was the character of Squire Sycamore, who professed himself the
rival of Sir Launcelot Greaves in the good graces of Miss Aurelia Darnel.
He had in this pursuit persevered with more constancy and fortitude than
he ever exerted in any other instance. Being generally needy from
extravagance, he was stimulated by his wants, and animated by his vanity,
which was artfully instigated by his followers, who hoped to share the
spoils of his success. These motives were reinforced by the incessant
and eager exhortations of Anthony Darnel, who seeing his ward in the last
year of her minority, thought there was no time to be lost in securing
his own indemnification, and snatching his niece for ever from the hopes
of Sir Launcelot, whom he now hated with redoubled animosity. Finding
Aurelia deaf to all his remonstrances, proof against ill usage, and
resolutely averse to the proposed union with Sycamore, he endeavoured to
detach her thoughts from Sir Launcelot, by forging tales to the prejudice
of his constancy and moral character; and, finally, by recapitulating the
proofs and instances of his distraction, which he particularised with the
most malicious exaggerations.
In spite of all his arts, he found it impracticable to surmount her
objections to the proposed alliance, and therefore changed his battery.
Instead of transferring her to the arms of his friend, he resolved to
detain her in his own power by a legal claim, which would invest him with
the uncontrolled management of her affairs. This was a charge of lunacy,
in consequence of which he hoped to obtain a commission, to secure a jury
to his wish, and be appointed sole committee of her person, as well as
steward on her estate, of which he would then be heir-apparent.
As the first steps towards the execution of this honest scheme, he had
subjected Aurelia to the superintendency and direction of an old duenna,
who had been formerly the procuress of his pleasures; and hired a new set
of servants, who were given to understand, at their first admission, that
the young lady was disordered in her brain.
An impression of this nature is easily preserved among servants, when the
master of the family thinks his interest is concerned in supporting the
imposture. The melancholy produced from her confinement, and the
vivacity of her resentment under ill usage, were, by the address of
Anthony, and the prepossession of his domestics, perverted into the
effects of insanity; and the same interpretation was strained upon her
most indifferent words and actions.
The tidings of Miss Darnel’s disorder was carefully circulated in
whispers, and soon reached the ears of Mr. Sycamore, who was not at all
pleased with the information. From his knowledge of Anthony’s
disposition, he suspected the truth of the report; and, unwilling to see
such a prize ravished as it were from his grasp, he, with the advice and
assistance of his myrmidons, resolved to set the captive at liberty, in
full hope of turning the adventure to his own advantage; for he argued in
this manner:--“If she is in fact compos mentis, her gratitude will
operate in my behalf, and even prudence will advise her to embrace the
proffered asylum from the villany of her uncle. If she is really
disordered, it will be no great difficulty to deceive her into marriage,
and then I become her trustee of course.”
The plan was well conceived, but Sycamore had not discretion enough to
keep his own counsel. From weakness and vanity, he blabbed the design,
which in a little time was communicated to Anthony Darnel, and he took
his precautions accordingly. Being infirm in his own person, and
consequently unfit for opposing the violence of some desperadoes, whom he
knew to be the satellites of Sycamore, he prepared a private retreat for
his ward at the house of an old gentleman, the companion of his youth,
whom he had imposed upon with the fiction of her being disordered in her
understanding, and amused with a story of a dangerous design upon her
person. Thus cautioned and instructed, the gentleman had gone with his
own coach and servants to receive Aurelia and her governante at a third
house, to which she had been privately removed from her uncle’s
habitation; and in this journey it was that she had been so accidentally
protected from the violence of the robbers by the interposition and
prowess of our adventurer.
As he did not wear his helmet in that exploit, she recognised his
features as he passed the coach, and, struck with the apparition,
shrieked aloud. She had been assured by her guardian that his design was
to convey her to her own house; but perceiving in the sequel that the
carriage struck off upon a different road, and finding herself in the
hands of strangers, she began to dread a much more disagreeable fate, and
conceived doubts and ideas that filled her tender heart with horror and
affliction. When she expostulated with the duenna, she was treated like
a changeling, admonished to be quiet, and reminded that she was under the
direction of those who would manage her with a tender regard to her own
welfare, and the honour of her family. When she addressed herself to the
old gentleman, who was not much subject to the emotions of humanity, and
besides firmly persuaded that she was deprived of her reason, he made no
answer, but laid his finger on his mouth by way of enjoining silence.
This mysterious behaviour aggravated the fears of the poor hapless young
lady; and her terrors waxed so strong, that when she saw Tom Clarke,
whose face she knew, she called aloud for assistance, and even pronounced
the name of his patron Sir Launcelot Greaves, which she imagined might
stimulate him the more to attempt something for her deliverance.
The reader has already been informed in what manner the endeavours of Tom
and his uncle miscarried. Miss Darnel’s new keeper having in the course
of his journey halted for refreshment at the Black Lion, of which being
landlord, he believed the good woman and her family were entirely devoted
to his will and pleasure, Aurelia found an opportunity of speaking in
private to Dolly, who had a very prepossessing appearance. She conveyed
a purse of money into the hands of this young woman, telling her, while
the tears trickled down her cheeks, that she was a young lady of fortune,
in danger, as she apprehended, of assassination. This hint, which she
communicated in a whisper while the governante stood at the other end of
the room, was sufficient to interest the compassionate Dolly in her
behalf. As soon as the coach departed, she made her mother acquainted
with the transaction; and as they naturally concluded that the young lady
expected their assistance, they resolved to approve themselves worthy of
her confidence.
Dolly having enlisted in their design a trusty countryman, one of her own
professed admirers, they set out together for the house of the gentleman
in which the fair prisoner was confined, and waited for her in secret at
the end of a pleasant park, in which they naturally concluded she might
be indulged with the privilege of taking the air. The event justified
their conception; on the very first day of their watch they saw her
approach, accompanied by her duenna. Dolly and her attendant immediately
tied their horses to a stake, and retired into a thicket, which Aurelia
did not fail to enter. Dolly forthwith appeared, and, taking her by the
hand, led her to the horses, one of which she mounted in the utmost hurry
and trepidation, while the countryman bound the duenna with a cord
prepared for the purpose, gagged her mouth, and tied her to a tree,
where he left her to her own meditations. Then he mounted before Dolly,
and through unfrequented paths conducted his charge to an inn on the
post-road, where a chaise was ready for their reception.
As he refused to proceed farther, lest his absence from his own home
should create suspicion, Aurelia rewarded him liberally, but would not
part with her faithful Dolly, who indeed had no inclination to be
discharged; such an affection and attachment had she already acquired for
the amiable fugitive, though she knew neither her story nor her true
name. Aurelia thought proper to conceal both, and assumed the fictitious
appellation of Meadows, until she should be better acquainted with the
disposition and discretion of her new attendant.
The first resolution she could take, in the present flutter of her
spirits, was to make the best of her way to London, where she thought she
might find an asylum in the house of a female relation, married to an
eminent physician, known by the name of Kawdle. In the execution of this
hasty resolve, she travelled at a violent rate, from stage to stage, in a
carriage drawn by four horses, without halting for necessary refreshment
or repose, until she judged herself out of danger of being overtaken. As
she appeared overwhelmed with grief and consternation, the good-natured
Dolly endeavoured to alleviate her distress with diverting discourse,
and, among other less interesting stories, entertained her with the
adventures of Sir Launcelot and Captain Crowe, which she had seen and
heard recited while they remained at the Black Lion; nor did she fail to
introduce Mr. Thomas Clarke in her narrative, with such a favourable
representation of his person and character, as plainly discovered that
her own heart had received a rude shock from the irresistible force of
his qualifications.
The history of Sir Launcelot Greaves was a theme which effectually fixed
the attention of Aurelia, distracted as her ideas must have been by the
circumstances of her present situation. The particulars of his conduct
since the correspondence between him and her had ceased, she heard with
equal concern and astonishment; for, how far soever she deemed herself
detached from all possibility of future connexion with that young
gentleman, she was not made of such indifferent stuff as to learn without
emotion the calamitous disorder of an accomplished youth, whose
extraordinary virtues she could not but revere.
As they had deviated from the post-road, taken precautions to conceal
their route, and made such progress, that they were now within one day’s
journey of London, the careful and affectionate Dolly, seeing her dear
lady quite exhausted with fatigue, used all her natural rhetoric, which
was very powerful, mingled with tears that flowed from the heart, in
persuading Aurelia to enjoy some repose; and so far she succeeded in the
attempt, that for one night the toil of travelling was intermitted. This
recess from incredible fatigue was a pause that afforded our adventurer
time to overtake them before they reached the metropolis, that vast
labyrinth, in which Aurelia might have been for ever lost to his inquiry.
It was in the afternoon of the day which succeeded his departure from the
White Hart, that Sir Launcelot arrived at the inn, where Miss Aurelia
Darnel had bespoke a dish of tea, and a post-chaise for the next stage.
He had by inquiry traced her a considerable way, without ever dreaming
who the person really was whom he thus pursued, and now he desired to
speak with her attendant. Dolly was not a little surprised to see Sir
Launcelot Greaves, of whose character she had conceived a very sublime
idea from the narrative of Mr. Thomas Clarke; but she was still more
surprised when he gave her to understand that he had charged himself with
a pocket-book, containing the bank-notes which Miss Meadows had dropped
in the house where they had been threatened with insult. Miss Darnel had
not yet discovered her disaster, when her attendant, running into the
apartment, presented the prize which she had received from our
adventurer, with his compliments to Miss Meadows, implying a request to
be admitted into her presence, that he might make a personal tender of
his best services.
It is not to be supposed that the amiable Aurelia heard unmoved such a
message from a person, whom her maid discovered to be the identical Sir
Launcelot Greaves, whose story she had so lately related; but as the
ensuing scene requires fresh attention in the reader, we shall defer it
till another opportunity, when his spirits shall be recruited from the
fatigue of this chapter.