The sound of voices reached them from within the paddock, though a thick shrubbery prevented their seeing the interlocutors.
"Can you make out the arms?" said one.
"No," answered another, "but I can see the postillion"s livery, and I am certain it is Sir Hugh Tyrold"s."
"Then it is not coming hither," said a third voice, which they recollected for Mrs. Arlbery"s; "we don"t visit: though I should not dislike to see the old baronet. They tell me [he] is a humorist; and I have a taste for all oddities: but then he has a house full of females, and females I never admit in a morning, except when I have secured some men to take the entertaining them off my hands."
"Whither is Bellamy running?" cried another voice, "he"s off without a word."
"Gone in hopes of a rencounter, I doubt not," answered Mrs. Arlbery; "he made palpable aim at one of the divinities of Cleves at the ball."
Eugenia now grew uneasy. "Let us be quick," she whispered "and enter the house!"
"Divinities! Lord! are they divinities?" said a girlish female voice; "pray how old are they?"
"I fancy about seventeen."
"Seventeen! gracious! I thought they"d been quite young; I wonder they a"n"t married!"
"I presume, then, you intend to be more expeditious?" said another, whose voice spoke him to be General Kinsale.
"Gracious! I hope so, for I hate an old bride. I"ll never marry at all, if I stay till I am eighteen."
"A story goes about," said the General, "that Sir Hugh Tyrold has selected one of his nieces for his sole heiress; but no two people agree which it is; they have a.s.serted it of each."
"I was mightily taken with one of the girls," said Mrs. Arlbery; "there was something so pleasant in her looks and manner, that I even felt inclined to forgive her being younger and prettier than myself; but she turned out also to be more whimsical--and that there was no enduring."
Camilla, extremely ashamed, was now upon the point of begging Eugenia to return, when a new speech seized all her attention.
"Do you know, General, when that beautiful automaton, Miss Lynmere, is to marry young Mandlebert?"
"Immediately, I understand; I am told he has fitted up his house very elegantly for her reception."
A deep sigh escaped Camilla at such publicity in the report and belief of the engagement of Edgar with her cousin, and brought with it a consciousness too strong for any further self-disguise, that her distress flowed not all from an unjust accusation: the sound alone of the union struck as a dagger at her heart, and told her, incontrovertibly, who was its master.
Her sensations were now most painful: she grew pale, she became sick, and was obliged, in her turn, to lean upon Eugenia, who, affrighted to see her thus strangely disordered, besought her to go back to the chaise.
She consented, and begged to pa.s.s a few minutes there alone. Eugenia therefore stayed without, walking slowly upon the bank.
Camilla, getting into the carriage, pulled up the blinds, and, no longer self-deceived, lamented in a new burst of sorrow, her unhappy fate, and unpropitious attachment.
This consciousness, however, became soon a call upon her integrity, and her regret was succeeded by a summons upon propriety. She gave herself up as lost to all personal felicity, but hoped she had discovered the tendency of her affliction, in time to avoid the dangers, and the errors to which it might lead. She determined to struggle without cessation for the conquest of a partiality she deemed it treachery to indulge; and to appease any pain she now blushed to have caused to Indiana, by strictly following the hard prescription of Miss Margland, and the obvious opinion of Eugenia, in shunning the society, and no longer coveting the approbation of Edgar. "Such, my dear father," she cried, "would be your lesson, if I dared consult you! such, my most honoured mother, would be your conduct, if thus cruelly situated!"
This thought thrilled through every vein with pleasure, in a sense of filial desert, and her sole desire was to return immediately to those incomparable parents, under whose roof she had experienced nothing but happiness, and in whose bosoms she hoped to bury every tumultuous disturbance.
These ideas and resolutions, dejecting, yet solacing, occupied her to the forgetfulness of her intended visit, and even of Eugenia, till the words: "Pray let me come to you, my dear Camilla!" made her let down the blinds.
She then perceived Mr. Bellamy earnestly addressing her sister.
He had advanced suddenly towards her, by a short cut from the paddock, of which she was not aware, when she was about twenty yards from the chaise.
She made an effort to avoid him; but he planted himself in the way of her retreat, though with an air of supplication, with which she strove in vain to be angry.
He warmly represented the cruelty of thus flying him, entreated but the privilege of addressing her as a common acquaintance; and promised, upon that condition, to submit unmurmuring to her rejection.
Eugenia, though in secret she thought this request but equitable, made him no answer.
"O madam," he cried, "what have I not suffered since your barbarous letter! why will you be so amiable, yet so inexorable?"
She attempted to quicken her pace; but again, in the same manner, stopping her, he exclaimed: "Do not kill me by this disdain! I ask not now for favour or encouragement--I know my hard doom--I ask only to converse with you--though, alas! it was by conversing with you I lost my heart."
Eugenia felt softened; and her countenance, which had forfeited nothing of expression, though every thing of beauty, soon shewed Bellamy his advantage. He pursued it eagerly; depicted his pa.s.sion, deprecated her severity, extolled her virtues and accomplishments, and bewailed his unhappy, hopeless flame.
Eugenia, knowing that all she said, and believing that all she heard issued from the fountain of truth, became extremely distressed. "Let me pa.s.s, I conjure you, Sir," she cried, "and do not take it ill--but I cannot hear you any longer."
The vivacity of bright hope flashed into the sparkling eyes of Bellamy, at so gentle a remonstrance; and entreaties for lenity, declarations of pa.s.sion, professions of submission, and practice of resistance, a.s.sailed the young Eugenia with a rapidity that confounded her: she heard him with scarce any opposition, from a fear of irritating his feelings, joined to a juvenile embarra.s.sment how to treat with more severity so sincere and so humble a suppliant.
From this situation, to the extreme provocation of Bellamy, she was relieved by the appearance of Major Cerwood, who having observed, from the paddock, the slow motion of the carriage, had come forth to find out the cause.
Eugenia seized the moment of interruption to press forward, and make the call to her sister already mentioned; Bellamy accompanying and pleading, but no longer venturing to stop her: he handed her, therefore, to the chaise, where Major Cerwood also paid his compliments to the two ladies; and hearing they were going to the seat of Mrs. Arlbery, whither Camilla now forced herself, though more unwillingly than ever, he ran on, with Bellamy, to be ready to hand them from the carriage.
They were shewn into a parlour, while a servant went into the garden to call his mistress.
This interval was not neglected by either of the gentlemen, for Bellamy was scarce more eager to engage the attention of Eugenia, than the Major to force that of Camilla. By Lionel he had been informed she was heiress of Cleves; he deemed, therefore, the opportunity by no means to be thrown away, of making, what he believed required opportunity alone, a conquest of her young heart. Accustomed to think compliments always welcome to the fair, he construed her sadness into softness, and imputed her silence to the confusing impression made upon an inexperienced rural beauty, by the first a.s.siduities of a man of figure and gallantry.
In about a quarter of an hour the servant of Mrs. Arlbery slowly returned, and, with some hesitation, said his lady was not at home. The gentlemen looked provoked, and Camilla and Eugenia, much disconcerted at so evident a denial, left their names, and returned to their carriage.
The journey back to Cleves was mute and dejected: Camilla was shocked at the conscious state of her own mind, and Eugenia was equally pensive.
She began to think with anxiety of a contract with a person wholly unknown, and to consider the pa.s.sion and constancy of Bellamy as the emanations of a truly elevated mind, and meriting her most serious grat.i.tude.
At the hall door they were eagerly met by Sir Hugh, who, with infinite surprise, enquired where they had left Dr. Orkborne.
"Dr. Orkborne?" they repeated, "we have not even seen him."
"Not seen him? did not he come to fetch you?"
"No, Sir."
"Why, he went to Mrs. Arlbery"s on purpose! And what he stays for at that lady"s, now you are both come away, is a thing I can"t pretend to judge of; unless he has stopt to read one of those books he took with him; which is what I dare say is the case."
"He cannot be at Mrs. Arlbery"s, Sir," said Eugenia, "for we have but this moment left her house."
"He must be there, my dear girls, for he"s no where else. I saw him set out myself, which, however, I shan"t mention the particulars of, having sent for my brother, whom I expect every minute."
They then concluded he had gone by another road, as there were two ways to the Grove.
Edgar did not return to Cleves till the family were a.s.sembling to dinner. His visit to Mrs. Needham had occasioned him a new disturbance.
She had rallied him upon the general rumour of his approaching marriage; and his confusion, from believing his partiality for Camilla detected, was construed into a confirmation of the report concerning Indiana. His disavowal was rather serious than strong, and involuntarily mixt with such warm eulogiums of the object he imagined to be meant, that Mrs.
Needham, who had only named _a certain fair one at Cleves_, laughed at his denial, and thought the engagement undoubted.