"Ah, Mrs Varden!" cried the visitor. "Ah, ma"am--humanity is indeed a happy lot, when we can repeat ourselves in others, and still be young as they. You must allow me to salute you--the custom of the country, my dear madam--your daughter too."
Dolly showed some reluctance to perform this ceremony, but was sharply reproved by Mrs Varden, who insisted on her undergoing it that minute. For pride, she said with great severity, was one of the seven deadly sins, and humility and lowliness of heart were virtues. Wherefore she desired that Dolly would be kissed immediately, on pain of her just displeasure; at the same time giving her to understand that whatever she saw her mother do, she might safely do herself, without being at the trouble of any reasoning or reflection on the subject--which, indeed, was offensive and undutiful, and in direct contravention of the church catechism.
Thus admonished, Dolly complied, though by no means willingly; for there was a broad, bold look of admiration in Mr Chester"s face, refined and polished though it sought to be, which distressed her very much. As she stood with downcast eyes, not liking to look up and meet his, he gazed upon her with an approving air, and then turned to her mother.
"My friend Gabriel (whose acquaintance I only made this very evening) should be a happy man, Mrs Varden."
"Ah!" sighed Mrs V., shaking her head.
"Ah!" echoed Miggs.
"Is that the case?" said Mr Chester, compa.s.sionately. "Dear me!"
"Master has no intentions, sir," murmured Miggs as she sidled up to him, "but to be as grateful as his natur will let him, for everythink he owns which it is in his powers to appreciate. But we never, sir"--said Miggs, looking sideways at Mrs Varden, and interlarding her discourse with a sigh--"we never know the full value of SOME wines and fig-trees till we lose "em. So much the worse, sir, for them as has the slighting of "em on their consciences when they"re gone to be in full blow elsewhere." And Miss Miggs cast up her eyes to signify where that might be.
As Mrs Varden distinctly heard, and was intended to hear, all that Miggs said, and as these words appeared to convey in metaphorical terms a presage or foreboding that she would at some early period droop beneath her trials and take an easy flight towards the stars, she immediately began to languish, and taking a volume of the Manual from a neighbouring table, leant her arm upon it as though she were Hope and that her Anchor. Mr Chester perceiving this, and seeing how the volume was lettered on the back, took it gently from her hand, and turned the fluttering leaves.
"My favourite book, dear madam. How often, how very often in his early life--before he can remember"--(this clause was strictly true) "have I deduced little easy moral lessons from its pages, for my dear son Ned! You know Ned?"
Mrs Varden had that honour, and a fine affable young gentleman he was.
"You"re a mother, Mrs Varden," said Mr Chester, taking a pinch of snuff, "and you know what I, as a father, feel, when he is praised. He gives me some uneasiness--much uneasiness--he"s of a roving nature, ma"am--from flower to flower--from sweet to sweet--but his is the b.u.t.terfly time of life, and we must not be hard upon such trifling."
He glanced at Dolly. She was attending evidently to what he said. Just what he desired!
"The only thing I object to in this little trait of Ned"s, is," said Mr Chester, "--and the mention of his name reminds me, by the way, that I am about to beg the favour of a minute"s talk with you alone--the only thing I object to in it, is, that it DOES partake of insincerity. Now, however I may attempt to disguise the fact from myself in my affection for Ned, still I always revert to this-- that if we are not sincere, we are nothing. Nothing upon earth. Let us be sincere, my dear madam--"
"--and Protestant," murmured Mrs Varden.
"--and Protestant above all things. Let us be sincere and Protestant, strictly moral, strictly just (though always with a leaning towards mercy), strictly honest, and strictly true, and we gain--it is a slight point, certainly, but still it is something tangible; we throw up a groundwork and foundation, so to speak, of goodness, on which we may afterwards erect some worthy superstructure."
Now, to be sure, Mrs Varden thought, here is a perfect character. Here is a meek, righteous, thoroughgoing Christian, who, having mastered all these qualities, so difficult of attainment; who, having dropped a pinch of salt on the tails of all the cardinal virtues, and caught them every one; makes light of their possession, and pants for more morality. For the good woman never doubted (as many good men and women never do), that this slighting kind of profession, this setting so little store by great matters, this seeming to say, "I am not proud, I am what you hear, but I consider myself no better than other people; let us change the subject, pray"--was perfectly genuine and true. He so contrived it, and said it in that way that it appeared to have been forced from him, and its effect was marvellous.
Aware of the impression he had made--few men were quicker than he at such discoveries--Mr Chester followed up the blow by propounding certain virtuous maxims, somewhat vague and general in their nature, doubtless, and occasionally partaking of the character of truisms, worn a little out at elbow, but delivered in so charming a voice and with such uncommon serenity and peace of mind, that they answered as well as the best. Nor is this to be wondered at; for as hollow vessels produce a far more musical sound in falling than those which are substantial, so it will oftentimes be found that sentiments which have nothing in them make the loudest ringing in the world, and are the most relished.
Mr Chester, with the volume gently extended in one hand, and with the other planted lightly on his breast, talked to them in the most delicious manner possible; and quite enchanted all his hearers, notwithstanding their conflicting interests and thoughts. Even Dolly, who, between his keen regards and her eyeing over by Mr Tappert.i.t, was put quite out of countenance, could not help owning within herself that he was the sweetest-spoken gentleman she had ever seen. Even Miss Miggs, who was divided between admiration of Mr Chester and a mortal jealousy of her young mistress, had sufficient leisure to be propitiated. Even Mr Tappert.i.t, though occupied as we have seen in gazing at his heart"s delight, could not wholly divert his thoughts from the voice of the other charmer. Mrs Varden, to her own private thinking, had never been so improved in all her life; and when Mr Chester, rising and craving permission to speak with her apart, took her by the hand and led her at arm"s length upstairs to the best sitting-room, she almost deemed him something more than human.
"Dear madam," he said, pressing her hand delicately to his lips; "be seated."
Mrs Varden called up quite a courtly air, and became seated.
"You guess my object?" said Mr Chester, drawing a chair towards her. "You divine my purpose? I am an affectionate parent, my dear Mrs Varden."
"That I am sure you are, sir," said Mrs V.
"Thank you," returned Mr Chester, tapping his snuff-box lid. "Heavy moral responsibilities rest with parents, Mrs Varden."
Mrs Varden slightly raised her hands, shook her head, and looked at the ground as though she saw straight through the globe, out at the other end, and into the immensity of s.p.a.ce beyond.
"I may confide in you," said Mr Chester, "without reserve. I love my son, ma"am, dearly; and loving him as I do, I would save him from working certain misery. You know of his attachment to Miss Haredale. You have abetted him in it, and very kind of you it was to do so. I am deeply obliged to you--most deeply obliged to you-- for your interest in his behalf; but my dear ma"am, it is a mistaken one, I do a.s.sure you."
Mrs Varden stammered that she was sorry--"
"Sorry, my dear ma"am," he interposed. "Never be sorry for what is so very amiable, so very good in intention, so perfectly like yourself. But there are grave and weighty reasons, pressing family considerations, and apart even from these, points of religious difference, which interpose themselves, and render their union impossible; utterly im-possible. I should have mentioned these circ.u.mstances to your husband; but he has--you will excuse my saying this so freely--he has NOT your quickness of apprehension or depth of moral sense. What an extremely airy house this is, and how beautifully kept! For one like myself--a widower so long-- these tokens of female care and superintendence have inexpressible charms."
Mrs Varden began to think (she scarcely knew why) that the young Mr Chester must be in the wrong and the old Mr Chester must he in the right.
"My son Ned," resumed her tempter with his most winning air, "has had, I am told, your lovely daughter"s aid, and your open-hearted husband"s."
"--Much more than mine, sir," said Mrs Varden; "a great deal more. I have often had my doubts. It"s a--"
"A bad example," suggested Mr Chester. "It is. No doubt it is. Your daughter is at that age when to set before her an encouragement for young persons to rebel against their parents on this most important point, is particularly injudicious. You are quite right. I ought to have thought of that myself, but it escaped me, I confess--so far superior are your s.e.x to ours, dear madam, in point of penetration and sagacity."
Mrs Varden looked as wise as if she had really said something to deserve this compliment--firmly believed she had, in short--and her faith in her own shrewdness increased considerably.
"My dear ma"am," said Mr Chester, "you embolden me to be plain with you. My son and I are at variance on this point. The young lady and her natural guardian differ upon it, also. And the closing point is, that my son is bound by his duty to me, by his honour, by every solemn tie and obligation, to marry some one else."
"Engaged to marry another lady!" quoth Mrs Varden, holding up her hands.
"My dear madam, brought up, educated, and trained, expressly for that purpose. Expressly for that purpose.--Miss Haredale, I am told, is a very charming creature."
"I am her foster-mother, and should know--the best young lady in the world," said Mrs Varden.
"I have not the smallest doubt of it. I am sure she is. And you, who have stood in that tender relation towards her, are bound to consult her happiness. Now, can I--as I have said to Haredale, who quite agrees--can I possibly stand by, and suffer her to throw herself away (although she IS of a Catholic family), upon a young fellow who, as yet, has no heart at all? It is no imputation upon him to say he has not, because young men who have plunged deeply into the frivolities and conventionalities of society, very seldom have. Their hearts never grow, my dear ma"am, till after thirty. I don"t believe, no, I do NOT believe, that I had any heart myself when I was Ned"s age."
"Oh sir," said Mrs Varden, "I think you must have had. It"s impossible that you, who have so much now, can ever have been without any."
"I hope," he answered, shrugging his shoulders meekly, "I have a little; I hope, a very little--Heaven knows! But to return to Ned; I have no doubt you thought, and therefore interfered benevolently in his behalf, that I objected to Miss Haredale. How very natural! My dear madam, I object to him--to him--emphatically to Ned himself."
Mrs Varden was perfectly aghast at the disclosure.
"He has, if he honourably fulfils this solemn obligation of which I have told you--and he must be honourable, dear Mrs Varden, or he is no son of mine--a fortune within his reach. He is of most expensive, ruinously expensive habits; and if, in a moment of caprice and wilfulness, he were to marry this young lady, and so deprive himself of the means of gratifying the tastes to which he has been so long accustomed, he would--my dear madam, he would break the gentle creature"s heart. Mrs Varden, my good lady, my dear soul, I put it to you--is such a sacrifice to be endured? Is the female heart a thing to be trifled with in this way? Ask your own, my dear madam. Ask your own, I beseech you."
"Truly," thought Mrs Varden, "this gentleman is a saint. But," she added aloud, and not unnaturally, "if you take Miss Emma"s lover away, sir, what becomes of the poor thing"s heart then?"
"The very point," said Mr Chester, not at all abashed, "to which I wished to lead you. A marriage with my son, whom I should be compelled to disown, would be followed by years of misery; they would be separated, my dear madam, in a twelvemonth. To break off this attachment, which is more fancied than real, as you and I know very well, will cost the dear girl but a few tears, and she is happy again. Take the case of your own daughter, the young lady downstairs, who is your breathing image"--Mrs Varden coughed and simpered--"there is a young man (I am sorry to say, a dissolute fellow, of very indifferent character) of whom I have heard Ned speak--Bullet was it--Pullet--Mullet--"
"There is a young man of the name of Joseph Willet, sir," said Mrs Varden, folding her hands loftily.
"That"s he," cried Mr Chester. "Suppose this Joseph Willet now, were to aspire to the affections of your charming daughter, and were to engage them."
"It would be like his impudence," interposed Mrs Varden, bridling, "to dare to think of such a thing!"
"My dear madam, that"s the whole case. I know it would be like his impudence. It is like Ned"s impudence to do as he has done; but you would not on that account, or because of a few tears from your beautiful daughter, refrain from checking their inclinations in their birth. I meant to have reasoned thus with your husband when I saw him at Mrs Rudge"s this evening--"
"My husband," said Mrs Varden, interposing with emotion, "would be a great deal better at home than going to Mrs Rudge"s so often. I don"t know what he does there. I don"t see what occasion he has to busy himself in her affairs at all, sir."
"If I don"t appear to express my concurrence in those last sentiments of yours," returned Mr Chester, "quite so strongly as you might desire, it is because his being there, my dear madam, and not proving conversational, led me hither, and procured me the happiness of this interview with one, in whom the whole management, conduct, and prosperity of her family are centred, I perceive."
With that he took Mrs Varden"s hand again, and having pressed it to his lips with the highflown gallantry of the day--a little burlesqued to render it the more striking in the good lady"s unaccustomed eyes--proceeded in the same strain of mingled sophistry, cajolery, and flattery, to entreat that her utmost influence might be exerted to restrain her husband and daughter from any further promotion of Edward"s suit to Miss Haredale, and from aiding or abetting either party in any way. Mrs Varden was but a woman, and had her share of vanity, obstinacy, and love of power. She entered into a secret treaty of alliance, offensive and defensive, with her insinuating visitor; and really did believe, as many others would have done who saw and heard him, that in so doing she furthered the ends of truth, justice, and morality, in a very uncommon degree.
Overjoyed by the success of his negotiation, and mightily amused within himself, Mr Chester conducted her downstairs in the same state as before; and having repeated the previous ceremony of salutation, which also as before comprehended Dolly, took his leave; first completing the conquest of Miss Miggs"s heart, by inquiring if "this young lady" would light him to the door.
"Oh, mim," said Miggs, returning with the candle. "Oh gracious me, mim, there"s a gentleman! Was there ever such an angel to talk as he is--and such a sweet-looking man! So upright and n.o.ble, that he seems to despise the very ground he walks on; and yet so mild and condescending, that he seems to say "but I will take notice on it too." And to think of his taking you for Miss Dolly, and Miss Dolly for your sister--Oh, my goodness me, if I was master wouldn"t I be jealous of him!"
Mrs Varden reproved her handmaid for this vain-speaking; but very gently and mildly--quite smilingly indeed--remarking that she was a foolish, giddy, light-headed girl, whose spirits carried her beyond all bounds, and who didn"t mean half she said, or she would be quite angry with her.
"For my part," said Dolly, in a thoughtful manner, "I half believe Mr Chester is something like Miggs in that respect. For all his politeness and pleasant speaking, I am pretty sure he was making game of us, more than once."
"If you venture to say such a thing again, and to speak ill of people behind their backs in my presence, miss," said Mrs Varden, "I shall insist upon your taking a candle and going to bed directly. How dare you, Dolly? I"m astonished at you. The rudeness of your whole behaviour this evening has been disgraceful. Did anybody ever hear," cried the enraged matron, bursting into tears, "of a daughter telling her own mother she has been made game of!"
What a very uncertain temper Mrs Varden"s was!
Chapter 28.
Repairing to a noted coffee-house in Covent Garden when he left the locksmith"s, Mr Chester sat long over a late dinner, entertaining himself exceedingly with the whimsical recollection of his recent proceedings, and congratulating himself very much on his great cleverness. Influenced by these thoughts, his face wore an expression so benign and tranquil, that the waiter in immediate attendance upon him felt he could almost have died in his defence, and settled in his own mind (until the receipt of the bill, and a very small fee for very great trouble disabused it of the idea) that such an apostolic customer was worth half-a-dozen of the ordinary run of visitors, at least.
A visit to the gaming-table--not as a heated, anxious venturer, but one whom it was quite a treat to see staking his two or three pieces in deference to the follies of society, and smiling with equal benevolence on winners and losers--made it late before he reached home. It was his custom to bid his servant go to bed at his own time unless he had orders to the contrary, and to leave a candle on the common stair. There was a lamp on the landing by which he could always light it when he came home late, and having a key of the door about him he could enter and go to bed at his pleasure.
He opened the gla.s.s of the dull lamp, whose wick, burnt up and swollen like a drunkard"s nose, came flying off in little carbuncles at the candle"s touch, and scattering hot sparks about, rendered it matter of some difficulty to kindle the lazy taper; when a noise, as of a man snoring deeply some steps higher up, caused him to pause and listen. It was the heavy breathing of a sleeper, close at hand. Some fellow had lain down on the open staircase, and was slumbering soundly. Having lighted the candle at length and opened his own door, he softly ascended, holding the taper high above his head, and peering cautiously about; curious to see what kind of man had chosen so comfortless a shelter for his lodging.
With his head upon the landing and his great limbs flung over half- a-dozen stairs, as carelessly as though he were a dead man whom drunken bearers had thrown down by chance, there lay Hugh, face uppermost, his long hair drooping like some wild weed upon his wooden pillow, and his huge chest heaving with the sounds which so unwontedly disturbed the place and hour.
He who came upon him so unexpectedly was about to break his rest by thrusting him with his foot, when, glancing at his upturned face, he arrested himself in the very action, and stooping down and shading the candle with his hand, examined his features closely. Close as his first inspection was, it did not suffice, for he pa.s.sed the light, still carefully shaded as before, across and across his face, and yet observed him with a searching eye.
While he was thus engaged, the sleeper, without any starting or turning round, awoke. There was a kind of fascination in meeting his steady gaze so suddenly, which took from the other the presence of mind to withdraw his eyes, and forced him, as it were, to meet his look. So they remained staring at each other, until Mr Chester at last broke silence, and asked him in a low voice, why he lay sleeping there.
"I thought," said Hugh, struggling into a sitting posture and gazing at him intently, still, "that you were a part of my dream. It was a curious one. I hope it may never come true, master."
"What makes you shiver?"
"The--the cold, I suppose," he growled, as he shook himself and rose. "I hardly know where I am yet."
"Do you know me?" said Mr Chester.
"Ay, I know you," he answered. "I was dreaming of you--we"re not where I thought we were. That"s a comfort."
He looked round him as he spoke, and in particular looked above his head, as though he half expected to be standing under some object which had had existence in his dream. Then he rubbed his eyes and shook himself again, and followed his conductor into his own rooms.
Mr Chester lighted the candles which stood upon his dressing-table, and wheeling an easy-chair towards the fire, which was yet burning, stirred up a cheerful blaze, sat down before it, and bade his uncouth visitor "Come here," and draw his boots off.
"You have been drinking again, my fine fellow," he said, as Hugh went down on one knee, and did as he was told.
"As I"m alive, master, I"ve walked the twelve long miles, and waited here I don"t know how long, and had no drink between my lips since dinner-time at noon."
"And can you do nothing better, my pleasant friend, than fall asleep, and shake the very building with your snores?" said Mr Chester. "Can"t you dream in your straw at home, dull dog as you are, that you need come here to do it?--Reach me those slippers, and tread softly."
Hugh obeyed in silence.
"And harkee, my dear young gentleman," said Mr Chester, as he put them on, "the next time you dream, don"t let it be of me, but of some dog or horse with whom you are better acquainted. Fill the gla.s.s once--you"ll find it and the bottle in the same place--and empty it to keep yourself awake."
Hugh obeyed again even more zealously--and having done so, presented himself before his patron.
"Now," said Mr Chester, "what do you want with me?"
"There was news to-day," returned Hugh. "Your son was at our house--came down on horseback. He tried to see the young woman, but couldn"t get sight of her. He left some letter or some message which our Joe had charge of, but he and the old one quarrelled about it when your son had gone, and the old one wouldn"t let it be delivered. He says (that"s the old one does) that none of his people shall interfere and get him into trouble. He"s a landlord, he says, and lives on everybody"s custom."
"He"s a jewel," smiled Mr Chester, "and the better for being a dull one.--Well?"
"Varden"s daughter--that"s the girl I kissed--"
"--and stole the bracelet from upon the king"s highway," said Mr Chester, composedly. "Yes; what of her?"
"She wrote a note at our house to the young woman, saying she lost the letter I brought to you, and you burnt. Our Joe was to carry it, but the old one kept him at home all next day, on purpose that he shouldn"t. Next morning he gave it to me to take; and here it is."
"You didn"t deliver it then, my good friend?" said Mr Chester, twirling Dolly"s note between his finger and thumb, and feigning to be surprised.
"I supposed you"d want to have it," retorted Hugh. "Burn one, burn all, I thought."
"My devil-may-care acquaintance," said Mr Chester--"really if you do not draw some nicer distinctions, your career will be cut short with most surprising suddenness. Don"t you know that the letter you brought to me, was directed to my son who resides in this very place? And can you descry no difference between his letters and those addressed to other people?"
"If you don"t want it," said Hugh, disconcerted by this reproof, for he had expected high praise, "give it me back, and I"ll deliver it. I don"t know how to please you, master."
"I shall deliver it," returned his patron, putting it away after a moment"s consideration, "myself. Does the young lady walk out, on fine mornings?"
"Mostly--about noon is her usual time."
"Alone?"
"Yes, alone."
"Where?"
"In the grounds before the house.--Them that the footpath crosses."
"If the weather should be fine, I may throw myself in her way to- morrow, perhaps," said Mr Chester, as coolly as if she were one of his ordinary acquaintance. "Mr Hugh, if I should ride up to the Maypole door, you will do me the favour only to have seen me once. You must suppress your grat.i.tude, and endeavour to forget my forbearance in the matter of the bracelet. It is natural it should break out, and it does you honour; but when other folks are by, you must, for your own sake and safety, be as like your usual self as though you owed me no obligation whatever, and had never stood within these walls. You comprehend me?"
Hugh understood him perfectly. After a pause he muttered that he hoped his patron would involve him in no trouble about this last letter; for he had kept it back solely with the view of pleasing him. He was continuing in this strain, when Mr Chester with a most beneficent and patronising air cut him short by saying: "My good fellow, you have my promise, my word, my sealed bond (for a verbal pledge with me is quite as good), that I will always protect you so long as you deserve it. Now, do set your mind at rest. Keep it at ease, I beg of you. When a man puts himself in my power so thoroughly as you have done, I really feel as though he had a kind of claim upon me. I am more disposed to mercy and forbearance under such circ.u.mstances than I can tell you, Hugh. Do look upon me as your protector, and rest a.s.sured, I entreat you, that on the subject of that indiscretion, you may preserve, as long as you and I are friends, the lightest heart that ever beat within a human breast. Fill that gla.s.s once more to cheer you on your road homewards--I am really quite ashamed to think how far you have to go--and then G.o.d bless you for the night."
"They think," said Hugh, when he had tossed the liquor down, "that I am sleeping soundly in the stable. Ha ha ha! The stable door is shut, but the steed"s gone, master."