END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.
VOLUME II
BOOK III
CHAPTER I
_A few kind Offices_
With deep concern Edgar revolved in his mind the suggestions of Dr.
Marchmont; and meditation, far from diminishing, added importance to the arguments of his friend. To obtain the hand of an object he so highly admired, though but lately his sole wish, appeared now an uncertain blessing, a suspicious good, since the possession of her heart was no longer to be considered as its inseparable appendage. His very security of the approbation of Mr. and Mrs. Tyrold became a source of solicitude; and, secret from them, from her, and from all, he determined to guard his views, till he could find some opportunity of investigating her own unbiased sentiments.
Such were his ruminations, when, on re-entering the Park, he perceived her wandering alone amidst the trees. Her figure looked so interesting, her air so serious, her solitude so attractive, that every maxim of tardy prudence, every caution of timid foresight, would instantly have given way to the quick feelings of generous impulse, had he not been restrained by his promise to Dr. Marchmont. He dismounted, and giving his horse to his groom, re-traced her footsteps.
Camilla, almost without her own knowledge, had strolled towards the gate, whence she concluded Edgar to have ridden from the Park, and, almost without consciousness, had continued sauntering in its vicinity; yet she no sooner descried him, than, struck with a species of self-accusation for this appearance of awaiting him, she crossed over to the nearest path towards the house, and, for the first time, was aware of the approach of Edgar without hastening to meet him.
He slackened his pace, to quiet his spirits, and restore his manner to its customary serenity, before he permitted himself to overtake her.
"Can you," he then cried, "forgive me, when you hear I have been fulfilling my own appointment, and have postponed my promised investigation?"
"Rather say," she gently answered, "could I have forgiven you, if you had shewn me you thought my impatience too ungovernable for any delay?"
To find her thus willing to oblige him, was a new delight, and he expressed his acknowledgments in terms the most flattering.
An unusual seriousness made her hear him almost without reply; yet peace and harmony revisited her mind, and, in listening to his valued praise, she forgot her late alarm at her own sensations, and without extending a thought beyond the present instant, again felt tranquil and happy: while to Edgar she appeared so completely all that was adorable, that he could only remember to repent his engagement with Dr. Marchmont.
Her secret opinion that he was dissatisfied with his lot, gave a softness to her accents that enchanted him; while the high esteem for his character, which mingled with her pity, joined to a lowered sense of her own, from a new-born terror lest that pity were too tender, spread a charm wholly new over her native fire and vivacity.
In a few minutes, they were overtaken by Mandlebert"s gardener, who was bringing from Beech Park a basket of flowers for his master. They were selected from curious hot-house plants, and Camilla stopt to admire their beauty and fragrance.
Edgar presented her the basket; whence she simply took a sprig of myrtle and geranium, conceiving the present to be designed for Indiana. "If you are fond of geraniums," said he, "there is an almost endless variety in my greenhouse, and I will bring you tomorrow some specimens."
She thanked him, and while he gave orders to the gardener, Miss Margland and Indiana advanced from the house.
Miss Margland had seen them from her window, where, in vain deliberation, she had been considering what step to take. But, upon beholding them together, she thought deliberation and patience were hopeless, and determined, by a decisive stroke, to break in its bud the connection she supposed forming, or throw upon Camilla all censure, if she failed, as the sole means she could devise to exculpate her own sagacity from impeachment. She called upon Indiana, therefore, to accompany her into the Park, exclaiming, in an angry tone, "Miss Lynmere, I will shew you the true cause why Mr. Mandlebert does not declare himself--your cousin, Miss Camilla, is wheedling him away from you."
Indiana, whose belief in almost whatever was said, was undisturbed by any species of reflection, felt filled with resentment, and a sense of injury, and readily following, said--"I was sure there was something more in it than I saw, because Mr. Melmond behaved so differently. But I don"t take it very kind of my cousin, I can tell her!"
They then hurried into the Park; but, as they came without any plan, they were no sooner within a few yards of the meeting, than they stopt short, at a loss what to say or do.
Edgar, vexed at their interruption, continued talking to the gardener, to avoid joining them; but seeing Camilla, who less than ever wished for their communications, walk instantly another way, he thought it would be improper to pursue her, and only bowing to Miss Margland and Indiana, went into the house.
"This is worse than ever," cried Miss Margland, "to stalk off without speaking, or even offering you any of his flowers, which, I dare say, are only to be put into the parlour flower-pots, for the whole house."
"I"m sure I"m very glad of it," said Indiana, for I hate flowers; but I"m sure Mr. Melmond would not have done so; nor Colonel Andover; nor Mr. Macdersey more than all."
"No, nor any body else, my dear, that had common sense, and their eyes open; nor Mr. Mandlebert neither, if it were not for Miss Camilla.
However, we"ll let her know we see what she is about; and let Sir Hugh know too: for as to the colonels, and the ensigns, and that young Oxford student, they won"t at all do; officers are commonly worth nothing; and scholars, you may take my word for it, my dear, are the dullest men in the world. Besides, one would not give such a fine fortune as Mr.
Mandlebert"s without making a little struggle for it. You don"t know how many pretty things you may do with it. So let us shew her we don"t want for spirit, and speak to her at once."
These words, reviving in the mind of Indiana her wedding clothes, the train of servants, and the new equipage, gave fresh pique to her provocation: but finding some difficulty to overtake the fleet Camilla, whose pace kept measure with her wish to avoid them, she called after her, to desire she would not walk so fast.
Camilla reluctantly loitered, but without stopping or turning to meet them, that she might still regale herself with the perfume of the geranium presented her by Edgar.
"You"re in great haste, ma"am," said Miss Margland, "which I own I did not observe to be the case just now!"
Camilla, in much surprize, asked, what she meant.
"My meaning is pretty plain, I believe, to any body that chose to understand it. However, though Miss Lynmere scorns to be her own champion, I cannot, as a friend, be quite so pa.s.sive, nor help hinting to you, how little you would like such a proceeding to yourself, from any other person."
"What proceeding?" cried Camilla, blushing, from a dawning comprehension of the subject, though resenting the manner of the complaint.
"Nay, only ask yourself, ma"am, only ask yourself, Miss Camilla, how you should like to be so supplanted, if such an establishment were forming for yourself, and every thing were fixt, and every body else refused, and n.o.body to hinder its all taking place, but a near relation of your own, who ought to be the first to help it forward. I should like to know, I say, Miss Camilla, how you would feel, if it were your own case?"
Astonished and indignant at so sudden and violent an a.s.sault, Camilla stood suspended, whether to deign any vindication, or to walk silently away: yet its implications involuntarily filled her with a thousand other, and less offending emotions than those of anger, and a general confusion crimsoned her cheeks.
"You cannot but be sensible, ma"am," resumed Miss Margland, "for sense is not what you want, that you have seduced Mr. Mandlebert from your cousin; you cannot but see he takes hardly the smallest notice of her, from the pains you are at to make him admire n.o.body but yourself."
The spirit of Camilla now rose high to her aid, at a charge thus impertinent and unjust. "Miss Margland," she cried, "you shock and amaze me! I am at a loss for any motive to so cruel an accusation: but you, I hope at least, my dear Indiana, are convinced how much it injures me."
She would then have taken the hand of Indiana, but disdainfully drawing it back, "I shan"t break my heart about it, I a.s.sure you," she cried, "you are vastly welcome to him for me; I hope I am not quite so odious, but I may find other people in the world besides Mr. Mandlebert!"
"O, as to that," said Miss Margland, "I am sure you have only to look in order to chuse; but since this affair has been settled by your uncle, I can"t say I think it very grateful in any person to try to overset his particular wishes. Poor old gentleman! I"m sure I pity him! It will go hard enough with him, when he comes to hear it! Such a requital!--and from his own niece!"
This was an attack the most offensive that Camilla could receive; nothing could so nearly touch her as an idea of ingrat.i.tude to her uncle, and resting upon that, the whole tide of those feelings which were, in fact, divided and subdivided into many crossing channels, she broke forth, with great eagerness, into exclaiming, "Miss Margland, this is quite barbarous! You know, and you, Indiana, cannot but know, I would not give my uncle the smallest pain, to be mistress of a thousand universes!"
"Why, then," said Miss Margland, "should you break up a scheme which he has so much set his heart upon? Why are you always winning over Mr.
Mandlebert to yourself, by all that flattery? Why are you always consulting him? always obliging him? always of his opinion? always ready to take his advice?"
"Miss Margland," replied Camilla, with the extremest agitation, "this is so unexpected--so undeserved an interpretation,--my consultation, or my acquiescence have been merely from respect; no other thought, no other motive--Good G.o.d! what is it you imagine?--what guilt would you impute to me?"
"O dear," cried Indiana, "pray don"t suppose it signifies. If you like to make compliments in that manner to gentlemen, pray do it. I hope I shall always hold myself above it. I think it"s their place to make compliments to me."
A resentful answer was rising to the tongue of Camilla, when she perceived her two little sprigs, which in her recent disorder she had dropt, were demolishing under the feet of Indiana, who, with apparent unmeaningness, but internal suspicion of their giver, had trampled upon them both. Hastily stooping she picked them up, and, with evident vexation, was blowing from them the dust and dirt, when Indiana scoffingly said, "I wonder where you got that geranium?"
"I don"t wonder at all," said Miss Margland, "for Sir Hugh has none of that species; so one may easily guess."
Camilla felt herself blush, and letting the flowers fall, turned to Indiana, and said, "Cousin, if on my account, it is possible you can suffer the smallest uneasiness, tell me but what I shall do--you shall dictate to me--you shall command me."
Indiana disclaimed all interest in her behaviour; but Miss Margland cried, "What you can do, ma"am, is this, and nothing can be easier, nor fairer: leave off paying all that court to Mr. Mandlebert, of asking his advice, and follow your own way, whether he likes it or not, and go to see Mrs. Arlbery, and Mrs. every body else, when you have a mind, without waiting for his permission, or troubling yourself about what he thinks of it."
Camilla now trembled in every joint, and with difficulty restrained from tears, while, timidly, she said--"And do you, my dear Indiana, demand of me this conduct? and will it, at least, satisfy you?"
"Me? O dear no! I demand nothing, I a.s.sure you. The whole matter is quite indifferent to me, and you may ask his leave for every thing in the world, if you chuse it. There are people enough ready to take my part, I hope, if you set him against me ever so much."