"He gives me leave to attend you,
And is impatient till he sees you."
SHAKSPEARE.
It was the afternoon of the same day, as Dr. Vaudelier was reclining
upon a rustic seat near the landing, he was surprised by the appearance
of a canoe coming down the creek. The canoe contained an elderly
gentleman, and a negro, who, after several unsuccessful attempts,
succeeded in landing the passenger upon the little pier. He was about
fifty years of age, apparently. His hair and whiskers were a mixture of
gray and black; his countenance was full, and his complexion florid,
which contrasted oddly with the green spectacles that rested upon his
nose.
"Do I have the honor of addressing Dr. Vaudelier?" said, the stranger,
in a tone so soft and silky that the doctor could hardly persuade
himself it did not proceed from a woman.
"That is my name, sir; and to whom am I indebted for this unexpected
pleasure?"
"De Guy, sir,--Antoine De Guy, at your service," squeaked the visitor,
with whom the reader is already acquainted.
"Well, sir, may I inquire the object of your visit?"
"Certainly, sir. I am informed there is a lady at present residing with
you, one of the unfortunate persons who were on board the Chalmetta at
the time of her late disaster. A Miss Dumont."
"Who informed you, sir?"
De Guy hesitated a little, and then said he heard a number of gentlemen
discuss the late disaster at the hotel in Vicksburg; that one of them
had mentioned this fact--he really could not tell the gentleman's name.
"What is your business with the lady?" asked the doctor, to whom the
idea of a new enemy of Emily had already presented itself.
"That, sir, I can best disclose to the lady in person," squeaked the
street-lawyer, with a low bow.
"This way then," and the doctor led him to the library, into which he
soon after conducted Emily.
"Miss Dumont?" said De Guy, rising and making a profound obeisance as
she entered. "My name is De Guy."
Emily bowed slightly, but made no reply.
"May I beg that our interview may be private?" said the attorney,
glancing at Dr. Vaudelier.
"This gentleman is my friend and confidant; it is not necessary that he
should retire," replied Emily, as Dr. Vaudelier was moving towards the
door.
"Very well, madam; though I think, from the nature of my business, you
would wish it to be confidential."
"Perhaps I had better withdraw," suggested the physician.
"By no means, my dear sir; if this gentleman's visit relates to business
matters, I must beg the favor of your counsel."
"As you please, Miss Dumont; I come charged with a message from your
uncle, my respected client, Mr. Dumont."
"Indeed, sir!" replied Emily, a slight tremor creeping through her
frame; "pray deliver it at once."
"It is simply to say your immediate presence at your late residence is
necessary."
"Where did you see my uncle?" asked she.
"At Bellevue, madam, yesterday morning. I arrived at eleven o'clock
to-day."
"When did Mr. Dumont return from his journey up the river?" asked Dr.
Vaudelier.
De Guy reflected a moment; from the shade of displeasure on his
countenance, it was evident he disliked the interference of the doctor.
"About four days ago."
"When did you last see your uncle, Miss Dumont?" asked the doctor.
"I have not seen him since the second day of our journey,"--which was
the time that Jaspar had been left at the wood-yard.
"Probably, then, he has returned to Bellevue. It is singular that, under
the instructions of the will, he should leave you in this unceremonious
manner."
"Not at all," interrupted De Guy.
"You speak as though you were familiar with his motions," said Dr.
Vaudelier, with a penetrating glance at the attorney.
"To some extent, I am," replied the silky-toned lawyer, with a smile
which was intended to declare his own innocence in any of the plots of
Jaspar. "He has voluntarily acquainted me with some of the particulars
of this unfortunate affair."
"Indeed, sir!"
"Such is the fact," continued the attorney, with professional ease; "he
has sent for Miss Dumont in order to effect a compromise."
"A compromise!" exclaimed Emily, with disdain; "there can be no
compromise, short of restoring, absolutely, my rights!"
"It is very probable he is quite ready to do so," replied the
accommodating attorney.
"May I ask what has produced this singular and sudden change in the
purpose of my uncle?"
"Well, madam, it would be difficult to explain the precise reasons. His
mind seemed troubled; I advised him to unburden to me, which he did. The
conclusion of the whole matter is, he has taken this step by my
advice," said De Guy, with an air of the deepest humility.
Emily was somewhat moved, by the revelation of the attorney, from the
stern reserve she had manifested, and said,
"I am grateful for your interest in my behalf."
"Do not mention it, madam. There is a pleasure in doing one's duty,
which is superior to every other gratification."
"May I ask what prompted you to give such advice?" asked Dr. Vaudelier,
incredulously.
"The consciousness that my duty to this lady demanded it. It was not
exactly in keeping with the profession, I am aware; but I felt obliged
to sacrifice professional consistency to the call of justice," said the
attorney, in such a way as to leave it doubtful whether he was
perpetrating a jest or a moral axiom.
"Humph!" said the doctor, with a doubtful sneer.
"Principle before professional advantage, is my motto, sir," continued
De Guy.
"Pray, what gave you the first intimation that all was not right between
this lady and her uncle?"
"The voluntary confession of Mr. Dumont," replied De Guy, readily.
"You do not believe Mr. Dumont would have abandoned his purpose, just as
it was in the very act of being consummated, without a strong motive."
"True; I understand that the body-servant of the late Colonel Dumont is
upon this island. He must have informed the lady, by this time, of his
share in the transaction."
"Well."
"And Mr. Dumont saw the boy the night before he left the steamer."
"True."
"Was not the reäppearance, the rising from the dead, of this man, quite
enough to convince him that all his plans had failed?"
"Why so?"
"The boy had the will!"
"It is all plain to me," said Emily, more disposed to trust De Guy than
Dr. Vaudelier was.
"Perfectly plain, madam; it is not at all strange that he should adopt
this course. He must trust to his niece's good-nature to save him from
exposure."
"Perhaps this is only a plan to get the lady into his power again,"
suggested Dr. Vaudelier.
"I assure you it is not. He is sorely troubled in mind, even now, at the
guilt which is fastened upon him. His conscience is awakened."
"And well it might be," said the doctor.
"True," responded the silky attorney, with an appearance of honest
indignation; "but when we see a man disposed to repent, we should be
ready to assist him."
Dr. Vaudelier involuntarily turned his thoughts to the incidents of the
morning,--called to mind the feelings which had been awakened in the
presence of his penitent son, and he felt the full force of De Guy's
argument.
"If Mr. Dumont is disposed to repent of the injury he has done his
niece, and make atonement for it, I should, by all means, advise her to
follow the course which, I am sure, her gentle nature suggests. 'To err
is human; to forgive, divine.' The lady is a Christian, and will act in
the true spirit of Christianity."
"I trust she will," responded De Guy, meekly; "I trust she will, and,
with all convenient haste, try to mitigate his distress."
"I will! I will!" exclaimed Emily.
"Perhaps you will accompany me, as your uncle suggests," insinuated De
Guy.
"There is certainly no need of such haste as this," said the doctor.
"Her uncle may change his mind."
"Then his penitence is not sincere, and he cannot be trusted."
"I should scarcely call it penitence, sir, since it is only the fear of
discovery which has driven him to this step," said the attorney,
branching off in to a new school of ethics.
"I can go in a few days," said Emily. "Captain Carroll, you think, is
out of danger now?"
De Guy started, and a scowl of the deepest malignity overshadowed his
countenance, which had before been that of a meek and truthful man. The
change was so sudden that he seemed to be a man within a man, and the
two creatures of an opposite character. Neither the doctor nor Emily
noticed the start, or the sudden change of expression; and the attorney,
seemingly aware of the danger of wearing two faces, restored the former
aspect.
"I think he is entirely out of danger," replied Dr. Vaudelier, in reply
to Emily's question. "Perhaps he will be able to accompany you in a few
days."
Emily blushed, but made no reply, other than a sweet smile, betokening
the happiness such an event would give her.
"I fear, madam, the delay will be dangerous," suggested De Guy, who did
not relish the proposition of the doctor.
"Why dangerous? If Mr. Dumont changes his mind, we have the means of
proving that that miserable will is false."
"You forget, sir, that Mr. Benson may be lost, and with him the will,"
interposed Emily, whose love of truth did not enable her to conceal the
weakness of her case.
"Indeed! Is the will in the hands of a third party?" said the attorney,
with apparent indifference, while, in reality, he was inwardly chuckling
with delight.
"It matters not," replied the doctor; "the lady's case is safe. You can
inform Mr. Dumont that his niece will present herself in a week or ten
days."
"But, my dear sir, the delay will be fatal, both to the lady and her
uncle," said the attorney, with alarm.
"It cannot be helped," said the doctor.
"Mr. Dumont's health, I fear, will render it unsafe to wait so long.
Miss Dumont does not wish her uncle to die unforgiven."
"I will go, sir; I will go at once," exclaimed Emily, shocked at the
condition of Jaspar, and anxious, as was her nature, to relieve the
sufferings he must endure in her absence. She forgot how basely he had
wronged her--how he had attempted her life; the divine sentiment, "Love
your enemies," prevailed over every other consideration.
"Die unforgiven," muttered the doctor. "Is he sick?"
"He is, sir, and near his end."
"Why have you not mentioned this circumstance before? It seems of
sufficient importance to merit a passing word."
"I wished not to distress the lady. I think I hinted that he was in
great distress."
"I fear some evil, Miss Dumont."
"Be assured, sir, if Mr. Dumont meditates any further wrong, he has not
the power of putting it into effect. He is prostrate upon his bed, and
if his niece does not see him soon, it will be too late, if it is not so
already. The stricken man must soon stand for judgment in another
world," said De Guy, solemnly.
"This alters the case," said the doctor, musing.
"But, sir," continued the attorney, "I was aware that, after what has
happened, my mission would be attended with many difficulties, and I
have not come unprepared to overcome them. I do not wonder that you have
no confidence,--I confess I should not have, under like circumstances.
You know Dr. Le Verier?" and the attorney drew from his pocket a bundle
of papers, and opening one, he glanced at the signature upon it, as he
pronounced the name.
"I do, very well," replied the doctor.
"Our family physician!" exclaimed Emily.
"Here, madam, is his certificate of your uncle's physical condition,"
said De Guy, handing her the paper.
Emily read the paper, and handed it to the doctor.
"Very satisfactory," said he; "you will pardon me for doubting your
word--"
"Don't mention it, sir," replied De Guy, blandly. "I fully appreciate
your motive, and honor you for it. And you know Mr. Faxon?"
"O, yes--what of him," said Emily, eagerly.
"A letter from him," replied De Guy, giving her the missive.
Emily hastily broke the seal, and, as she examined its contents, the
attorney appeared uneasy, and watched her with a solicitude such as
attorneys seldom manifest in their clients, especially if the pockets of
the latter be empty.
"I will go immediately!" exclaimed Emily, as she finished reading the
letter. "Mr. Faxon says my Uncle Jaspar is quite a different man, and is
ready to restore all my rights."
"Finally," said De Guy, "here is your uncle's own signature. This letter
I wrote by his dictation, but he, with much difficulty, signed his
name."
Emily perused the paper, which was a promise that Jaspar would restore
all, and concluded with an earnest request for her to return to Bellevue
with all possible haste. Emily recognized the signature, though it was
apparently written by the trembling hand of a dying man.
"The papers are quite satisfactory," said Dr. Vaudelier, as he completed
the reading of the note from Jaspar. "If you had presented them at
first, I should have been spared my uncourteous suspicions. But you will
pardon them, and consider that the lady's case requires the utmost
caution."
"It was only in deference to the lady's nerves that I broke the
intelligence gradually. I was quite willing to sacrifice myself, for the
moment, in your good opinion, for her sake. I trust you will appreciate
and regard my motives, as I do yours."
Henry Carroll, as may be supposed, was much against the plan of Emily's
returning to Bellevue with De Guy. But a death-bed scene was a difficult
thing to reason against, and he was obliged to yield the point before
the earnest eloquence of Emily, and more calm persuasions of Dr.
Vaudelier.
It was arranged that Hatchie should accompany her, and that the party
should take the morning boat from Vicksburg.
Hatchie was immediately summoned to receive instructions in relation to
their departure.
At the mention of Hatchie's name, the attorney grew marvellously uneasy,
and suddenly recollected that the negro who had conveyed him to the
island was waiting for him. He therefore proposed that Dr. Vaudelier
should escort Emily to Vicksburg in the morning, which was readily
agreed to, and De Guy made a precipitate retreat, without confronting
the mulatto.