"Try, by all means."
"You may depend on me for that," was Mrs. Martindale"s encouraging reply.
The evening of Mrs. Cameron"s party soon came around. Mrs.
Martindale had been as good as her word, and managed to get Fenwick invited, although he had never in his life met either Mr. or Mrs.
Cameron. But he had no delicate and manly scruples on the subject.
All he desired was to get invited; the way in which it was done was of no consequence to him.
Mary Lester was seated by the side of her interested friend when the young man entered. Her heart gave a quick bound as she saw him come in, while a pleasant thrill pervaded her bosom. He at once advanced toward them, while Mrs. Martindale rose, and after receiving him with her blandest manner, presented him to Mary, so as to give him an opportunity for being in her society at once. Both were, as might very naturally be supposed, a good deal embarra.s.sed, for each was conscious that now a new relation existed between them. This their very kind friend observed, and with much tact introduced subjects of conversation, until she had paved the way, for a freer intercourse, and then she left them alone for a brief period, not, however, without carefully observing them, to see how they "got along together," as she mentally expressed it.
She had little cause for further concern on this account, for Fenwick had a smooth and ready tongue in his head, and five years behind the counter of a retail dealer had taught him how to use it.
Instead of finding it necessary to prompt them, the wily Mrs.
Martindale soon discovered that her kind offices were needed to restrain them a little, lest the evidence of their being too well pleased with each other should be discovered by the company.
Two or three interviews more were all that were needed to bring about a declaration from the young man. Previous to his taking this step, however, Mrs. Martindale had fully prepared Mary"s mind for it.
"You own to me, Mary," said she, during one of the many conversations now held with her on the subject of Fenwick"s attentions, "that you love him?"
"I do, Mrs. Martindale," the young lady replied, in a tone half sad, leaning at the same time upon the shoulder of her friend. "But I am conscious that I have been wrong in permitting my affections to become so much interested without having consulted my mother."
"It will never do for you to consult her now, Mary, for she does not know Mr. Fenwick as you and I know him. She will judge of him, as will your father, from appearances, and forbid you to keep his company."
"I am sure that such will be the case, and you cannot tell how it troubles me. From childhood up I have been taught to confide in them, and, except in this thing, have never once deceived them. The idea of doing so now, is one that gives me constant pain. I feel that I have not acted wisely in this matter."
"Nonsense, Mary! Parents never think with their children in these matters. It would make no odds whom you happened to love, they would most certainly oppose you. I never yet knew a young lady whose parents fully approved her choice of a husband."
"I feel very certain that mine will not approve my choice; and I cannot bear the idea of their displeasure. Sometimes I feel half determined to tell them all, let the consequences be what they may."
"Oh no, no, Mary! not for the world. They would no doubt take steps to prevent your again meeting each other."
"What, then, shall I do, Mrs. Martindale?"
"See Mr. Fenwick whenever an opportunity offers, and leave the rest to me. I will advise you when and how to act."
The almost involuntary admissions made by Mary in this conversation, were at once conveyed to the ears of Fenwick, who soon sought an opportunity openly to declare his love. Of course, his suit was not rejected. Thus, under the advice and direction of a most injudicious woman, who had betrayed the confidence placed in her, was a young girl, unacquainted with life, innocent and unsuspicious, wooed and won, and her parents wholly ignorant of the circ.u.mstance.
Thoughts of marriage follow quickly a declaration of love. Once with the prize in view, Fenwick was eager to have it wholly in his possession. Mrs. Martindale was, of course, the mutual friend and adviser, and she urged an immediate clandestine marriage. For many weeks Mary resisted the persuasions of both. Fenwick and Mrs.
Martindale; but at last, in a state of half distraction of mind, she consented to secretly leave her father"s house, and throw herself upon the protection of one she had not known for six months, and of whose true character she had no certain knowledge.
"Mary is out a great deal of late, it seems to me," Mr. Lester remarked, as he sat alone with his wife one evening about ten o"clock.
"So I was just thinking. There is, scarcely an evening now in the week that she has not an engagement somewhere."
"I cannot say that I much approve of such a course myself. There is always danger of a girl, just at Mary"s age, forming injudicious preferences for young men, if she be thrown much into their company, unattended by a proper adviser."
"Mrs. Martindale is very fond of Mary, and I believe is with her a good deal."
"Mrs. Martindale? Humph! Do you know that I have no great confidence in that woman?"
"Why?"
"Have you forgotten the hand she had in bringing about that most unfortunate marriage of Caroline Howell?"
"I had almost forgotten it. Or, rather, I never paid much attention to the rumour in regard to her interference in the matter; because, you know, people will talk."
"And to some purpose, often; at least, I am persuaded that there is truth in all that is alleged in this instance. And now that my thoughts begin to run in this way, I do really feel concerned lest the reason of Mary"s frequent absence of late, in company with Mrs.
Martindale, has some reference to a matter of this kind. Have you not observed some change in her of late?"
"She has not been very cheerful for the last two or three months."
"So I have once or twice thought, but supposed it was only my imagination. If this, then, be true, it is our duty to be on our guard--to watch over Mary with a careful eye, and to know particularly into what company she goes."
"I certainly agree with you that we ought to do so. Heaven grant that our watchfulness do not come too late!" Mrs. Lester said, a sudden feeling of alarm springing up in her bosom.
"It is a late hour for her to be from home, and we not apprized of where she is," the father remarked anxiously.
"It is, indeed. She has rarely stayed out later than nine o"clock."
"Who has been in the habit of coming home with her?"
"Usually Mrs. Martindale has accompanied her home, and this fact has thrown me off my guard."
"It should have put you on your guard; for a woman like Mrs.
Martindale, gossiping about as she does, night after night, with young folks, cannot, it seems to me, have the best ends in view."
"She seems to be a very well-disposed woman."
"That is true. And yet I have been several times persuaded that she was one of the detestable tribe of match-makers."
"Surely not."
"I am afraid that it is too true. And if it be so, Mary is in dangerous company."
"Indeed she is. From this time forth we must guard her more carefully. Of all things in the world, I dread an improper marriage for Mary. If she should throw away her affections upon an unworthy object, how sad would be her condition! Her gentle spirit, wounded in the tenderest part, would fail, and droop, and pine away in hopeless sorrow. Some women have a strength of character that enables them to rise superior, in a degree, to even such an affliction; but Mary could not bear it."
"I feel deeply the truth of what you say," replied Mr. Lester. "Her affections are ardent, and easily called out. We have been to blame in not thinking more seriously of this matter before."
"I wish she would come home! It is growing far too late for her to be absent," the mother said, in a voice of anxious concern.
Then succeeded a long and troubled silence, which continued until the clock struck eleven.
"Bless me! where can she be?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Lester, rising and beginning to pace the floor with hurried steps.
This he continued to do for nearly a quarter of an hour, when he paused, and said--
"Do you know where Mrs. Martindale lives?"
"At No.--Pearl street."