It was evident to Wilton, that whatever was the enterprise in which
Lord Sherbrooke and Green were engaged, it was one which, without
absolutely wanting confidence in him, they were anxious to conceal
from his knowledge; and, to say truth, he was by no means sorry that
such should be the case.
He knew Lord Sherbrooke too well to hope that any remonstrance would
affect him, and he was therefore glad not to be made a partaker of
any secret regarding transactions which he believed to be dangerous,
and yet could not prevent. In regard to Green too, there were
particular feelings in his bosom which made him anxious to avoid any
further knowledge of that most hazardous course of life in which he
was evidently engaged; for he could not shut his eyes to what that
course of life really was. Although, as we have already said, at that
period the resource of the King's Highway had been adopted by very
different people from those who even ten or twenty years afterwards
trafficked thereon: though many a man of high education, gallant
courage, and polished manners, ay, even of high birth, cast from his
station by the changes and misfortunes of the day--like parts of a
fine building thrown down by an earthquake, and turned to viler
purposes--sought the midnight road as their only means of support:
nay, though there were even some names afterwards restored to the
peerage, which are supposed to have been well known amongst the
august body of traffickers in powder and lead: yet Wilton could not
but feel grieved that any one in whom he felt an interest should be
tempted or driven to such an expedient, and at all events, he thought
that the less he knew upon the subject the better.
That, however, which struck him as the most strange, was to find two
beings such as those who were now left alone with him, graceful,
beautiful, gentle, high-toned in manners, distinguished in
appearance, fitted to mingle with the highest society, and adorn the
highest rank, cognizant of, if not taking part in, things so
dangerous and reprehensible.
A momentary silence ensued when he was left alone with the two
ladies, and the first words that he spoke evidently showed to the
Lady Helen what was passing in Wilton's mind. She looked at him for a
moment with a grave smile, and after she had herself alluded more
directly to the subject, he expressed plainly the regret that he felt
at what he witnessed.
"I regret likewise, my dear boy," she said, "much that has gone
before, nay, almost everything that has taken place in the conduct of
him you speak of for many years past. I regret it all deeply, and
regret it far more than I do the present transaction. You will think
it strange, but I see not well how this was to be avoided. Not that I
believe," she added, thoughtfully, "that we ought to frustrate bad
men by bad means; but nevertheless, Wilton, here was a very great and
high object to be attained: utter destruction to all our hopes would
have been the consequence of missing that object; and there was but
one way of securing it. This is to be the last enterprise of the kind
ever undertaken; and it was that very fact which made me so fearful,
for I know how treacherously fate deals with us in regard to any rash
or evil acts. How very often do we see that the last time--the very
last time--men who have long gone on with impunity, are to commit
anything that is wrong, punishment and discovery overtake them, and
vengeance steps in before reformation."
Wilton did not, of course, press the subject, as it was one, in
regard to which he would have been forced to converse on abstract
principles, while the others spoke from particular knowledge. Nor was
his mind attuned at that moment to much conversation of any kind, nor
to any thoughts but those of his own grief.
The conversation lingered then till Green and Lord Sherbrooke
returned. Captain Byerly was now no longer with them, and not another
word was said of the transactions of that night. Green relapsed into
gloomy silence, and very shortly after, the two ladies retired to
rest.
The moment they were gone, Lord Sherbrooke grasped Wilton's hand,
saying, "What is the matter, Wilton? You are evidently ill at ease."
Wilton smiled.
"You give me none of your confidence, Sherbrooke," he said, "and yet
you demand mine. However, I will tell you in one word what I might
well have expected has occurred. An explanation has taken place
between the Duke and myself, and that bright vision has faded away."
"Indeed!" said Lord Sherbrooke, thoughtfully. "Have you, too, met
with a reverse, Wilton? I thought that you were one of the exempt,
that everything was to smile upon you, that prosperity was to attend
your footsteps even to the close of life. But fear not, fear not,
Wilton--this is only a momentary frown of the capricious goddess. She
will smile again, and all be bright. It is not in your fate to be
unfortunate!"
"Nay, nay, Sherbrooke, this is cruel jesting," said Wilton. "Surely
my lot is no very enviable one."
"It is one of those that mend, Wilton," replied Sherbrooke, sadly. "I
live but to lose."
He spoke with a tone of deep and bitter melancholy; and Green, who
had hitherto scarcely uttered a word, chimed in with feelings of as
sad a kind; adding, as an observation upon what Lord Sherbrooke had
said, "Who is there that lives past twenty that may not say the same?
Who is there that does not live to lose?--First goes by youth, down
into that deep, deep sea, which gives us back none of all the
treasures that it swallows up. Youth goes down and innocence goes with
it, and peace is then drowned too. Some sweet and happy feelings that
belonged to youth, like the strong swimmers from some shipwrecked
bark, struggle a while upon the surface, but are engulfed at last.
Strength, vigour, power of enjoyment, disappear one by one. Hope,
buoyant hope, snatching at straws to keep herself afloat, sinks also
in the end. Then life itself goes down, and the broad sea of events,
which has just swallowed up another argosy, flows on, as if no such
thing had been; and myriads cross and re-cross on the same voyage the
spot where others perished scarce a day before. It is all loss,
nothing but loss," and he again fell into a fit of bitter musing.
"Come, Wilton," said Lord Sherbrooke, after a moment's thought, "I
will show you a room where you can sleep. These are but melancholy
subjects, and your fancies are grave enough already. They will be
brighter soon--fear not, Wilton, they will be brighter soon."
"I know not what should brighten them," replied Wilton. "But I will
willingly go and seek sleep for an hour or two, as I must depart by
daylight to-morrow. In the meanwhile, Sherbrooke, I will ask you to
let me write a brief note to the Duke, and trust to you to send it as
early as may be; for to say the truth, in the bitter disappointment I
have met with, and the harsh language which he used towards me, I
forgot altogether to mention what you told me this morning."
The materials for writing were soon furnished, although Lord
Sherbrooke declared, that were he in Wilton's situation, he would let
the proud peer take his own course, as he had shown himself so
ungrateful for previous services.
Wilton, however, only replied, "He is Laura's father, Sherbrooke,"
and the note was accordingly written.
"It shall be delivered early," said Lord Sherbrooke, as soon as it
was ready. "Give it to me, Wilton; and now let us go."
Ere he quitted the room, however, Wilton turned to Green, and held
out his hand, saying, "I am grieved to see you so sad. Can I by no
means aid you or give you comfort?"
Green grasped his hand eagerly and tightly in his own, and replied,
"No, my boy, no; nothing can give me comfort. I have done that which
calmly and deliberately I would do again to-morrow, were I so called
upon, and which yet, in the doing it, has deprived my mind of peace.
There may be yet one ray of comfort reach me, and it will reach me
from you, Wilton; but it may be that you may wish to speak with me
from time to time; if so, you will hear of me here, for I go no more
to London. I have seen bloody heads and human quarters enow. Seek me
here; and if you want anything, ask me: for though powerless to cure
the bitterness of my own heart, I have more power to serve others
than ever I had."
"I have tried more than once in vain to see you," replied Wilton;
"not that I wanted anything, but that I was anxious to hear tidings
of you, and to thank you for what you had already done. I will now,
however, bid you good night, and trust that time, at least, may prove
an alleviation of your burdens as well as those of others."
Green shook his head with a look of utter despondency, and Wilton
quitted him, seeing that further words were vain. Lord Sherbrooke
then conducted him to a small neat room, and left him to lie down to
rest, saying--
"I know not, Wilton, whether I can conquer my bad habits so much as
to be up before you go. If not, I may not see you for many days, for
I have leave of absence," he added, with one of his light laughs,
"from my most honoured and respected parent. Should you need me, you
will find me here; and I would fain have you tell me if anything of
import befals you. I shall hear, however--I shall hear."
Thus saying, he left him, and at an early hour on the following day
Wilton was on his way homeward. He reached London before the time at
which it was usual for him to present himself at the house of Lord
Byerdale; but when, after pulling off his riding dress, he went
thither, he found that the Earl had already gone to Whitehall, and
consequently he followed him to that place.
The statesman seemed not a little surprised to see him, and instantly
questioned him in regard to his interview with the Duke. That
interview was soon told by Wilton, who loved not to dwell upon the
particulars, and consequently related the whole as briefly as
possible.
He told enough, however, to move the Earl a good deal, but in a
different manner from what might have been expected. Once or twice he
coloured and frowned heavily, and then laughed loud and bitterly.
"His pride is almost more absurd than I had fancied, Wilton," he
said, at length; "but to tell you the truth, I have in some degree
foreseen all this, though not quite to this extent. If he had
willingly consented to your marriage with his daughter, he might have
saved himself, perhaps, some pain, for he must consent in the end,
and it would not surprise me some day to see him suing you to the
alliance that he now refuses you. His grace is certainly a very great
and haughty peer, but nevertheless he may some day find you quite a
fitting match for his daughter."
"I trust it may be so, my lord," replied Wilton; "but yet I see not
very well how it can be so."
"You will see, you will see, Wilton," replied Lord Byerdale: "it
matters not at present to talk of it. But now sit down and write me a
letter to the Lord Lieutenant of Hampshire, telling him that I must
beg he and the Sheriff would take prompt measures for restoring peace
and security in the county. Let him know that one of the government
couriers was stopped and plundered on the road last night. Luckily
the bag of despatches has been found upon the highway unopened, but
still the act was a most daring one. The same sort of thing has been
of frequent occurrence in that county: it is evident that a large
troop of these gentry of the road make that part of the world their
field, and we must put a stop to it."
Wilton sat down and did as he was bid, feeling, it is true, that he
could give a good deal more information upon the subject than the
Earl possessed, if he thought fit to do so. This, of course, he did
not choose to do; and after the letter to the Lord Lieutenant was
written, the Earl allowed him to depart, saying--"Our business is
somewhat light to-day, Wilton; but do not be the least afraid on
account of this fair lady. The Duke's foolish pride will come down
when he hears more."
Wilton departed, in a meditative mood; for notwithstanding every
assurance given him, he could not but feel apprehensive, sad, and
despondent. He might ask himself, in deed--for the Earl's words
naturally led to such a mistaken question--"Who, then, am I? Who is
it they would have me believe myself, that so proud a man should seek
the alliance which he now scorns, as soon as he knows who I am?" But
there seemed to him a sort of mockery in the very idea, which made
him cast it from him as a vain delusion.
Though freed from ordinary business, and at liberty to go where he
liked, with a thousand refined tastes which he was accustomed to
gratify in his own dwelling, yet Wilton felt not the slightest
inclination to turn his steps homeward on the present occasion.
Music, he knew full well, was by no means calculated to soothe his
mind under the first effects of bitter disappointment. Had it been
but the disappointment of seeing Laura at the time he expected to do
so--had circumstances compelled him to be absent from her for a week
or a month longer than he had expected--had the bright dreams which
he always conjured up of pleasant hours and happy days, and warm
smiles and sweet words, when he proposed to go down to Somersbury,
been left unrealized by the interposition of some unexpected
event--the disappointment would certainly have been great; but
nevertheless he might have then found a pleasure, a consolation in
music, in singing the songs, in playing the airs, of which Laura was
fond; in calling up from memory the joys that were denied to hope,
which can never so well be done, so powerfully, as by the magic voice
of song.
But now all was uncertain: his heart was too full of despondency and
grief to find relief by re-awakening even the brightest memories of
the past: he could not gaze upon the days gone by, like the painter
or the poet looking upon some beautiful landscape, for his situation
he felt to be that rather of some unhappy exile looking back upon a
bright land that he loved, when quitting it, perhaps never to return.
Neither could books afford him relief; for his own sorrowful feelings
were now too actively present to suffer him to rove with the gay
imagination of others, or to meditate on abstracted subjects with the
thoughtful and the grave.
To fly from the crowds that at that time thronged the streets--to
seek solitary thought--to wander on, changing his place
continually--to suffer and give way to all the many strange and
confused ideas and feelings of grief, and disappointment, and
bitterness of heart, and burning indignation, at ill-merited scorn,
and surprise and curiosity in regard to the hopes that were held out
to him, and despairing rejection of those hopes, even while the voice
of the never-dying prophetess of blessings was whispering in his heart
that those very hopes might be true--was all that Wilton could do at
that moment.
The country, however, was sooner reached in those days than it is at
present; and after leaving Whitehall, he was in a few minutes in the
sweet fields, with their shady rows of tall elms, which lay to the
westward of St. James's-street. Here he wandered on, musing, as we
have said, for several hours, with his arms crossed upon his chest,
and his eyes scanning the ground. At length he turned his steps
homeward, thinking that it was a weakness thus to give way; but still as
he went, the same feelings and the same thoughts pursued him; and
that black care, which in the days of the Latin poet sat behind the
horseman, was his companion, also, by the way.
On reaching his lodgings, the door was opened by the servant of the
house, and he was passing on, but the girl stopped him,
saying--"There is a lady, sir, up stairs, who has been waiting for
you near an hour."
"A lady!" exclaimed Wilton, with no slight surprise; for though such
a visit in those days might have passed without scandal, he knew no
one who was likely to call upon him, unless, indeed, it were the Lady
Helen Oswald, whose interest in him seemed to be of such a kind as
might well produce a visit upon any extraordinary occasion.
He mounted the stairs with a rapid step, however, for he knew that it
must be something out of the common course of events which had
brought her, and opening the door quickly, entered his small
sitting-room. But what was his surprise to behold, seated on the
opposite side of the room, and watching eagerly the door, none other
but Lady Laura Gaveston herself.
Astonishment certainly was the first sensation, but joy was the
second; and advancing quickly to her, he took her in his arms and
held her to his heart, and kissed her cheek again and again. For
several moments he asked no question. It was sufficient that she was
there, pressed to his bosom, returning his affection, and whatever
might be the consequences, for the tine at least he was happy. The joy
that was in his countenance--the tenderness--the deep devoted love of
his whole manner--gave as much happiness to Laura herself as she was
capable of receiving from anything at that moment.
Her thoughts, also, for a minute or two, were all given up to love
and happiness; but it was evident from the tears on her cheeks that
she had been weeping bitterly ever since she had been there; and the
moment that he had recovered himself a little, Wilton led her back
to her seat, and placing himself beside her, still holding her hand,
he said--"Dear, dear Laura! I fear that something very painful, I may
say very terrible, has driven you to this step; but indeed, dear
girl, you have not placed your confidence wrongly; and I shall value
this dear hand only the more, should your love for me have deprived
you of that wealth which you have been taught to expect. I will
labour for you, dear Laura, with redoubled energy, and I fear not to
obtain such a competence as may make you happy, though I can never
give you that affluence which you have a right to claim."
The tears had again run over Laura's cheek; but as she returned the
pressure of his hand, she replied--"Thank you, dear Wilton--thank
you: I know you would willingly do all for me, but you mistake, and I
think cannot have heard what has happened."
Those words instantly guided Wilton's mind back to the right point,
though for a moment thought hovered round it vaguely. He recollected
all that Lord Sherbrooke had said with regard to Sir John Fenwick,
and the charge against the Duke, and he replied, "I had mistaken,
Laura--I had mistaken. But what has happened? I have been out wandering
long in the fields, thinking of but one subject, and melancholy
enough, dear girl."
"I know it, dear Wilton--oh, I know it!" she replied, leaning her
head upon his shoulder; "and I, too, have passed a wretched night,
thinking of you. Not that I ever feared all would not in the end go
right, but I knew how miserable what had occurred would make you; and
I knew how angrily my father sometimes speaks, how much more he says
than he really means, and what pain he gives with out intending it.
The night was miserable enough, dear Wilton; but I knew not indeed
how much more miserable the morning was to be.--You have not heard,
then, what has taken place?"
"I have heard nothing, dearest Laura," replied Wilton; "I have heard
nothing of any consequence since I came to town: but I fear for your
father, Laura; for I heard yesterday that some accusation had been
brought against him by Sir John Fenwick; and though last night, in
the agitation and pain of the moment, I forgot to tell him, I wrote a
note, and sent it early this morning."
"He got it before eight this morning," replied Laura, "and sent to
call me down in haste. I found him partly angry, partly frightened,
partly suspicious, and hesitating what to do. I besought him, Wilton,
to fly with all speed. I pledged my word that Wilton, however
ill-treated he might have been, and however he might feel that the
services which he had rendered had been undervalued, would say
nothing but that which was actually true, and absolutely necessary
for the safety of those he loved."
"Surely," said Wilton, "he did not suspect me of falsifying the truth
to give myself greater importance in his eyes?"
"Whatever were his suspicions, dear Wilton," replied Lady Laura,
"they were too soon painfully removed; for he had scarcely given
orders to have breakfast immediately, and the carriage prepared
without loss of time, when two Messengers arrived with a warrant for
his committal to the Tower. They treated us with all kindness,"
continued Lady Laura, "waited till our preparations were made,
permitted me to accompany him, and have promised that to-morrow or
the day after--as soon, in short, as a proper order can be made for
it--I shall be permitted to be with him, and have a room near his.
But oh, Wilton, you cannot imagine how my father's mind is
overthrown. It seems, though I never knew it before, that he has
really had some dealings with this Sir John Fenwick, and his whole
reliance now appears to be upon you, Wilton."
"Oh, I trust, dearest Laura, that this charge will prove nothing,"
replied Wilton. "As far as I know, though he acted imprudently, there
was not anything in the slightest degree criminal in his conduct. The
days, I trust, are gone by when fictitious plots might be got up, and
the blood of the innocent be sold for its weight of gold. It may have
been judged necessary to secure his person, and yet there may not be
the slightest probability of his being condemned or even tried."
"I do not know, Wilton," replied Lady Laura, sadly--"I do not know.
He seems in very great terror and agitation. Are you sure he has
told you all, Wilton?"
"On that subject, of course, I cannot be sure," replied Wilton. "But
I do not feel at all sure, Laura, that this charge and this
imprisonment may not have its origin in personal revenge. If so,
perhaps we may frustrate the plotter, though we be weak and he is
strong. Who was the warrant against your father signed by?--Was
it--?"
"Not by Lord Byerdale," replied Laura, laying her hand upon his and
gazing into his face, and thus showing Wilton that she instantly
divined his suspicions.--"It was by the Duke of Shrewsbury."
"That looks ill, dearest Laura," replied Wilton, thoughtfully. "The
Duke of Shrewsbury is one above all suspicion, high, noble,
independent, serving the state only for the love of his country,
abhorring office and the task of governing, but wise and prudent,
neither to be led by any art or trickery to do what is not just, nor
even to entertain base suspicions of another, without some very
specious cause to give them credibility. This is strange, Laura, and
I do not understand it. Did your father express a wish that you
should see me, so that I may act openly in the business without
offending him?"
"He not only told me to consult with you," replied Laura, "but he
sent me direct from the Tower in the chair which you saw standing at
the door, desiring me not to go to Beaufort House till I had seen
you; to beseech you to come to him immediately, in order that he
might advise with and consult you upon his situation. Indeed, he
seems to have no hope in any one but in you."
Wilton mused for a minute or two.
"I do not think, my dear Laura," he said, "that the Earl of Byerdale
knew anything of your father's arrest this morning when I saw him. I
believe I must have done him wrong in my first suspicions. I will
now, however, go to him at once, and endeavour to ascertain the
precise nature of Sir John Fenwick's charge."
"Might it not be better," said Laura, anxiously, "to see my father
first?"
"I must obtain an order of admission, dear Laura," replied Wilton.
"What are the orders respecting your father's confinement I cannot
tell, but I know that Sir John Fenwick is permitted to see no one but
the ministers of the crown or somebody appointed by them. At all
events, I think it will be better to converse with the Earl, and get
the order at the same time. I will then hasten to your father with
all speed, give him what comfort and consolation I can, and
afterwards come for a few minutes to Beaufort House to see my Laura,
and tell her the result--that is to say, if I may."
"If you may! dear Wilton," said Lady Laura, casting herself upon his
bosom, "if you could see my poor father now with all his pride
subdued, you would not ask if you may."
"But we must lose no time, dear Laura," replied Wilton. "You shall
go on to Beaufort House with all speed. But where are your servants?
I saw none in the hall."
"Oh, I have none with me," replied Lady Laura; "there was but one
with the carriage: the others were left with orders to follow quickly
to town; and I am sure in the agitation of the moment neither my
father nor I thought of servants at all."
"Nay, dear Laura," replied Wilton, "my own servant shall go with you
then; for after having once lost my treasure and found it again, I
will not trust you with two strange chairmen such a distance, and
alone."
This arrangement was soon made; and with a mind comforted and
relieved, even from this short interview with him she loved, Lady
Laura left him, and took her way to her solitary home.