The light was fading away as Wilton took his path through the thick
trees of the park up towards the lodge at the gates; but at the first
opening where the last rays of the evening streamed through, he
opened Laura's note, and found light enough to read it, though
perhaps no other eyes than those of love could have accomplished half
so much; and oh, what a joy and what a satisfaction it was to him
when he did read it! though he found afterwards, that note had been
written while the eyes were dropping fast with tears.
"Fear not, dear Wilton," it said: "I have only time to
bid you not to fear. I am yours, ever yours; and whatever
you may be told, never believe that I give even one thought
to any other man.
"LAURA GAVESTON."
She signed her name at full, as if she felt that it was a solemn
act--not exactly a pledge, that would bind her in the least, more
than her own resolutions had already bound her--but a pledge to
Wilton's heart--a pledge to which in after years she could always
refer, if at any time the hand of another man should be proposed to
her.
She had wept while she had written it, but it had given her deep
satisfaction to do that act; for she figured to her self the balm,
the consolation, the support which it would be to him that she loved
best on earth--yes, best on earth; for though she loved her father
deeply, she loved Wilton more.
When the high command went forth, "Thou shalt leave all on earth and
cleave unto thy husband or thy wife," the God that made the ordinance
fashioned the human heart for its accomplishment. It would seem
treating a high subject somewhat lightly, perhaps, to say that it may
even be by the will of God that parents so very frequently behave ill
or unkindly to their children in the matter of their marriage, in
order to lessen the breaking of that great tie--in order that the
scion may be stripped from the stem more easily. But it were well if
parents thought of the effect that they produce in their children's
affection towards them by such conduct; for youth is tenacious of the
memories of unkindness, and often retains the unpleasant impression
that it makes, when the prejudices that produced it have passed away.
However that might be, Laura loved Wilton, as we have said, best on
earth; she had a duty to perform to him, and she had a duty to
perform to her father, and she determined to perform them both; for
she believed--and she was right--that no two duties are ever
incompatible: the greater must swallow up the less; and to let it do
so, is a duty in itself; but in the present instance there were two
duties which were perfectly compatible. She would never marry Wilton
while her father opposed; but she would never marry any one else; for
she felt that in heart she was already wedded unto him.
The words that she wrote gave Wilton that assurance, and it was a
bright and happy assurance to him: for so long as there is nothing
irrevocable in the future, the space which it affords gives room for
Hope to spread her wings; and though he might feel bitterly and
deeply depressed by the conduct of the Duke, and the stern
determination which he had displayed, yet with love--with mutual
love, and firmness of heart on both sides, he thought that happiness
might be indeed delayed, but was not permanently lost.
Meditating on these things, he rode on for about a couple of miles;
but then suddenly recollected that in all the agitation of the
moment, and the painful discussion he had under gone, he had totally
forgotten to tell the Duke either the arrest of Sir John Fenwick, or
the tidings which he had heard more immediately affecting himself. He
again checked his weary horse, and asked himself, "Shall I ride
back?" But then he thought, "No, I will not. I will stop at the first
farm-house or inn that I may find, where I can get shelter for myself
and food for my horses during the night, and thence I will write him
the intelligence, take it how he will. I will not expose myself to
fresh contumely by going back this night."
He accordingly rode on upon his way, full of sad and melancholy
thoughts, and with the bright but unsubstantial hopes which Laura's
letter had given him fading away again rapidly under causes of
despondency that were but too real. It was an hour in which gloom was
triumphant over all other feelings; one of those hours when even the
heart of youth seems to lose its elastic bound; when hope itself,
like some faint light upon a dark night, makes the sombre colours of
our fate look even blacker than before, and when we feel like
mariners who see the day close upon them in the midst of a storm, as
if the sun of happiness had sunk from view for ever. Such feelings
and such thoughts absorbed him entirely as he rode along, and he
marked not at all how far he went, though, from the natural impulse
of humanity, he spared the tired horse which carried him, and
proceeded at a slow pace.
About three miles from the Duke's gates, his servant rode up, saying,
"I see a light there, sir. I should not wonder if that were the
little inn of the village which one passes on the right."
"We had better keep our straight-forward way," replied Wilton. "We
cannot be very far from the Three Cups, which, though a poor place
enough, may serve me for a night's lodging."
The man fell back again, and Wilton was proceeding slowly when he
perceived three men riding towards him at an easy pace. The night was
clear and fine, and the hour was so early, that he anticipated no
evil, though he had come unarmed, expecting to reach Somersbury, as
he did, before dark.
He rode on quietly, then, till he met them, when he was forced
suddenly to stop, one of the three presenting a pistol at his breast,
and exclaiming, "Stand! Who are you?"
"Is it my money you want, gentlemen?" demanded Wil ton; "for if it
be, there is but little of it: but as much as I have is at your
service."
"I ask, who are you?" replied the other. "I did not ask you for your
money. Are you a King's officer? And which King's?"
"I am no King's officer," replied Wilton, "but a true subject of King
William."
"Pass on," replied the other man, dropping his pistol "you are not
the person we want."
Wilton rode forward, very well contented to have escaped so easily;
but he remarked that his servant was likewise stopped, and that the
same questions were put to him also. He, too, was allowed to pass,
however, without any molestation, and for the next half mile they went
on without any further interruption. Then, however, they were met by
a single horseman, riding at the same leisurely pace as the others;
but he suffered Wilton to pass without speaking, and merely stopped
the servant to ask, "Who is that gentleman?"
No sooner had the man given his name than the horseman turned round
and rode after him, exclaiming, "Mr. Brown! Mr. Brown!"
Wilton checked his horse, and in a moment after, to his surprise, he
found no other but the worthy Captain Byerly by his side.
"How do you do, Mr. Brown?" said the Captain, as he came up. "I have
but a moment to speak to you, for I have business on before; but I
wanted to tell you, that if you keep straight on for half a mile
farther, and taking the road to the right, where you will see a
finger-post, go into a cottage--that cottage there, where you can
just see a light twinkling in the window over the moor--you will find
some old friends of yours, whom you and I saw together the last time
we met, and another one, too, who will be glad enough to see you."
"Who do you mean?" demanded Wilton, somewhat anxiously.
"I mean the Colonel," replied Captain Byerly.
"Indeed!" said Wilton. "I wish to see him very much."
"You will find him there, then," replied the other. "But he is sadly
changed, poor fellow, sadly changed, indeed!"
"How so?" said Wilton. "Do you mean that he has been ill?"
"No, not exactly ill," answered Byerly, "and I don't well know what
it is makes him so.--At all events, I can't stop to talk about it at
present; but if you go on you will see him, and hear more about it
from himself. Good night, Mr. Brown, good night: those fellows will
get too far ahead of me, if I don't mind." And thus saying, he rode
on.
Wilton, for his part, proceeded on his way, musing over what had
occurred. It seemed to him, indeed, not a little strange, that a
party of men, whose general business was hardly doubtful, should
suffer him, without any knowledge of his person or any private
motives for so doing, to pass them thus quietly on his way, and he
was led to imagine that they must have in view some very peculiar
object to account for such conduct. That object, however, was
evidently considered by themselves of very great importance, and to
require extraordinary precautions; for before Wilton reached the
direction-post to which Byerly had referred, he passed two more
horsemen, one of whom was singing as he came up, but stopped
immediately on perceiving the wayfarer, and demanded in a civil
tone--
"Pray, sir, did you meet some gentlemen on before?"
"Yes," replied Wilton, "I did: three, and then one."
"Did they speak to you?" demanded the other.
"Yes," replied Wilton, "they asked me some questions."
"Oh, was that all?" said the man. "Good night, sir;" and on the two
rode.
At the finger-post, Wilton turned from the highway; but for some time
he was inclined to fancy, either that he had mistaken the direction,
or that the light had been put out in the cottage window, for not the
least glimmering ray could he now see. At length, on suddenly turning
a belt of young planting, he found himself in front of a low but
extensive and very pretty cottage, or rather perhaps it might be
called two cottages joined together by a centre somewhat lower than
themselves. It was more like a building of the present day than one
of that epoch; and though the beautiful China rose, the sweetest
ornament of our cottage doors at present, was not then known in this
country, a rich spreading vine covered every part of the front with
its luxuriant foliage. The light was still in the window, having
only been hidden by the trees; and throwing his rein to the groom,
Wilton said,--
"Perhaps we may find shelter here for the night; but I must first go
in, and see."
Thus saying, he advanced and rang a bell, the handle of which he
found hanging down by the door-post, and after having waited a minute
or two, he heard the sound of steps coming along the passage. The
door was opened by a pretty, neat, servant girl, with a candle in her
hand; but behind her stood a woman considerably advanced in life,
bowed in the back, and with a stick in her hand, presenting so much
altogether the same appearance which the Lady Helen Oswald had
thought fit to assume in her first interview with him, that for an
instant Wilton doubted whether it was or was not herself. A second
glance, however, at the old woman's face, showed the withering hand
of time too strongly for him to doubt any farther.
The momentary suspense had made him gaze at the old woman intently,
and she had certainly done the same with regard to him. There was an
expression of wonder, of doubt, and yet of joy, in her countenance,
which he did not at all understand; and his surprise was still more
increased, when, upon his asking whether he could there obtain
shelter during the night, the woman exclaimed with a strong Irish
accent, "Oh, that you shall, and welcome a thousand times!"
"But I have two horses and my groom here," replied Wilton.
"Oh, for the horses and the groom," replied the woman, "I fear me,
boy, we can't take them in for ye; but he can go away up to the high
road, and in half a mile he'll come to the Three Cups, where he will
find good warm stabling enough."
"That will be the best way, I believe," replied Wilton; and turning
back to speak with the man for a moment, he gave him directions to go
to the little public house, to put up the horses, to get some repose,
and to be ready to return to London at four o'clock on the following
morning.
As soon as he had so done, he turned back again, and found the old
lady with her head thrust into the doorway of a room on the
right-hand side, saying in a loud tone--"It's himself, sure enough,
though!"
The moment she had spoken, he heard an exclamation, apparently in the
voice of Lord Sherbrooke; and, following a sign from the girl who had
opened the door, he went in, and found the room tenanted by four
persons, who had been brought together in intimate association, by
one of the strangest of those strange combinations in which fate some
times indulges.
Seated in a large arm-chair, with her cheek much paler than it had
been before, but still extremely beautiful, was the lady whom we must
now call Lady Sherbrooke. Her large dark eyes, full of light and
lustre, though somewhat shaded by a languid fall of the upper eyelid,
were turned towards the door as Wilton entered, and her fair
beautiful hand lay in that of her husband as he sat beside her.
On the opposite side of the room, with her fine face bearing but very
few traces of time's withering power, and her beautiful figure
falling into a line of exquisitely easy grace, sat the Lady Helen,
gazing on the other two, with her arm resting on a small work-table,
and her cheek supported by her hand.
Cast with apparent listlessness into a chair, somewhat behind the
Lady Helen Oswald, and shaded by her figure from the light upon the
table, was the powerful form of our old acquaintance Green. But there
was in the whole attitude which he had assumed an apathy, a weary
sort of thoughtfulness, which struck Wilton very much the moment he
beheld him. Green's eyes, indeed, were raised to mark the opening
door, but still there was a gloomy want of interest in their glance
which was utterly unlike the quick and sparkling vivacity which had
characterized them in former times.
The first who spoke was Lord Sherbrooke, who, still holding
Caroline's hand in his, held out the other to his friend, saying, in
a tone of some feeling, but at the same time of feeling decidedly
melancholy, "This is a sight that will give you pleasure, Wilton."
"It is, indeed, my dear Sherbrooke," replied Wilton; "only I do wish
that it had been rendered more pleasant still, by seeing no remaining
trace of illness in this lady's face."
"I am better, sir, much better," she said; "for my recovery has been
certain and uninterrupted, though somewhat long. If I could but teach
your friend to bear a little adversity as unrepining as I have borne
sickness, we might be very happy. I am very glad, indeed, to see you,
sir," she continued; "for you must know, that this is my house that
you are in," and she smiled gaily as she spoke: "but though I should
always have been happy to welcome you as Sherbrooke's friend, yet I
do so more gladly now, as it gives me the opportunity of thanking you
for all the care and kindness that you showed me upon a late
occasion."
Though Wilton had his heart too full of painful memories to speak
cheerfully upon any subject, yet he said all that was courteous, and
all that was kind; and, as it were to force himself to show an
interest, which he would more really have experienced at another
moment, he added, "I often wished to know how the sad adventures of
that night ended."
The lady coloured; but he instantly continued, "I mean what was the
result, when the constables, and other people, visited the house. I
knew that Sherbrooke's very name was sufficient to protect him, and
all in whom he had an interest, and therefore I took no steps in the
matter; but I much wished to hear what followed after I had left the
place, though, as Sherbrooke said nothing, I did not like to question
him."
"You have questioned me on deeper subjects than that, Wilton,"
replied Lord Sherbrooke.--"But the matter that you speak of was
easily settled. The constables found no one in the house but Plessis,
myself, these two ladies, and some humbler women. It so happened,
however, that I was known to one of the men, who had been a coachman
in my father's service, and had thriven, till he had grown--into a
baker, of all earthly things. As to Plessis, no inquiries were made,
as there was not a constable amongst them who had not an occasional
advantage, by his 'little commerce,' as he calls it; and the ladies
of course passed unscathed, though the searching of the house, which
at the time we could not rightly account for, till Plessis afterwards
explained the whole, alarmed my poor Caroline, and, I think, did her
no small harm. But look you, Wilton, there is your good friend, and
mine, on the other side of the room, rousing himself from his
reverie, to speak with you. Ay! and one who must have a share in your
greetings, also, though, with the unrivalled patience which has
marked her life, she waits till all have done."
Wilton crossed over the room, and spoke a few words to the Lady Helen
Oswald; and then turning to Green, he held out his hand to him; but
the greeting of the latter was still somewhat abstracted and gloomy.
"Ha! Wilton," he said. "What brought you hither this night, my good
boy? You are on your way to Somersbury, I suppose."
"No," replied Wilton; "I have just come thence."
"Indeed!" said Green. "Indeed! How happens that, I wonder? Did you
meet any of my men? Indeed you must have met them, if you come from
Somersbury."
"I met several men on horseback," replied Wilton; "one party of whom,
three in number, stopped me, and asked me several questions."
"They offered no violence? They offered no violence?" repeated Green,
eagerly.
"None," answered Wilton; "though I suppose, if I had not answered
their questions satisfactorily, they would have done so, as they
seemed very fit persons for such proceedings. But I was in hopes,"
he continued, "that all this had gone by with you, and that such
dangerous adventures were no more thought of."
"I wish I had never thought of any still more dangerous," replied
Green; "I should not have the faces looking at me that now disturb my
sleep. But this is not my adventure," he continued, "but his--his
sitting opposite there. I have nothing to do with it, but assisting
him."
"Yes, indeed, my dear Wilton," replied Lord Sherbrooke, "the
adventure is mine. All other trades failing, and having exhausted
every other mad prank but that, I am taking a turn upon the King's
Highway, which has become far more fashionable now-a-days than the
Park, the puppet-show, or even Constitution Hill."
"Nay, nay, Henry!" exclaimed his wife, interrupting him, "I will not
hear you malign yourself in that way. He is not taking a turn upon
the King's Highway, sir, for here he sits, bodily, I trust, beside
his wife; and if the spirit have anything to do with the adventure
that he talks of, the motive is a noble one--the object is not what
he says."
"Hush, hush, Caroline," replied Lord Sherbrooke; "you will make
Wilton believe, first, that I am sane; next, that I am virtuous; and,
lastly, that I love any woman sufficiently to submit to her
contradicting me; things which I have been labouring hard for months
to make him think impossible."
"He knows, sir," said Green, interrupting him, "that you are
generous, and that you are kind, though he does not yet know to what
extent."
"I believe he knows me better than any man now living," replied Lord
Sherbrooke; "but it happens somewhat inopportunely that he should be
here to-night.--Hark, Colonel! There is even now the galloping of a
horse round to the back of the house. Let you and I go into the other
room, and see what booty our comrade has brought back."
He spoke with one of his gay but uncertain smiles, while Green's eyes
sparkled with some of the brightness of former times, as he listened
eagerly, to make sure that Lord Sherbrooke's ear had not deceived
him.
"You are right, you are right, sir," he said; "and then, I hear
Byerly's voice speaking to the old woman."
But before he could proceed to put Lord Sherbrooke's suggestion in
execution, Byerly was in the room, holding up a large leathern bag,
and exclaiming, "Here it is! here it is!"
"Alas!" said Caroline--"I fear dangerously obtained."
"Not in the least, madam," replied Byerly: "if the man dies, let it
be remarked, he dies of fright, and nothing else; not a finger has
been laid, in the way of violence, upon his person; but he would have
given up anything to any one who asked him. We made him promise and
vow that he would ride back to the town he came from; and tying his
feet under his horse's belly, we sent him off as hard as he could go.
I, indeed, kept at a distance watching all, but the others gave me
the bag as soon as it was obtained, and then scattered over the moor,
every man his own way. I am back to London with all speed, and not a
point of this will be ever known."
"Come hither, then, come hither, Byerly," said Green, leading him
away; "we must see the contents of the bag, take what we want, and
dispose of the rest. You had better come with me too, sir," he added,
addressing Lord Sherbrooke; "for as good Don Quixote would have said,
'The adventure is yours, and it is now happily achieved.'"
Thus saying, the three left the room together, and were absent for
nearly half an hour.