And the judge wrung Ishmael"s hand; and each went his separate way to dress for the wedding.
Meanwhile the bride-elect sat alone in her luxurious dressing room.
Around her, scattered over tables, chairs, and stands, lay the splendid paraphernalia of her bridal array--rich dresses, mantles, bonnets, veils, magnificent shawls, sparkling jewels, blooming flowers, intoxicating perfumes.
On the superb malachite stand beside her stood a silver tray, on which was arranged an elegant breakfast service of Bohemian china. But the breakfast was untasted and forgotten.
There was no one to watch her; she had sent her maid away with orders not to return until summoned by her bell.
And now, while her coffee unheeded grew cold, she sat, leaning forward in her easy-chair, with her hands tightly clasped together over her knees, her tumbled black ringlets fallen down upon her dressing gown, and her eyes flared open and fixed in a dreadful stare upon the far distance as if spellbound by some horror there.
To have seen her thus, knowing that she was a bride-elect, you might have judged that she was about to be forced into some loathed marriage, from which her whole tortured nature revolted.
And you would have judged truly. She was being thus forced into such a marriage, not by any tyrannical parent or guardian, for flesh and blood could not have forced Claudia Merlin into any measure she had set her will against. She was forced by the demon Pride, who had taken possession of her soul.
And now she sat alone with her sin, dispossessed of all her better self, face to face with her lost soul.
She was aroused by the entrance of Mrs. Middleton--Mrs. Middleton in full carriage-dress--robe and mantle of mauve-colored moire-antique, a white lace bonnet with mauve-colored flowers, and white kid gloves finished at the wrists with mauve ribbon quillings.
"Why, Claudia, is it possible? Not commenced dressing yet, and everybody else ready, and the clock on the stroke of ten! What have you been thinking of, child?"
Claudia started like one suddenly aroused from sleep, threw her hands to her face as if to clear away a mist, and looked around.
But Mrs. Middleton had hurried to the door and was calling:
"Here, Alice! Laura! "Gena! Lotty! Where are you?"
Receiving no answer, she flew to the bell and rang it and brought Claudia"s maid to the room.
"Ruth, hurry to the young ladies" room and give my compliments, and ask them to come here as soon as possible! Miss Merlin is not yet dressed."
The girl went on her errand and Mrs. Middleton turned again to Claudia:
"Not even eaten your breakfast yet. Oh, Claudia!" and she poured out a cup of coffee and handed it to her niece.
And Claudia drank it, because it was easier to do so than to expostulate.
At the moment that Claudia returned the cup the door opened and the four bridesmaids entered--all dressed in floating, cloud-like, misty white tulle, and crowned with wreaths of white roses and holding bouquets of the same.
They laid down their bouquets, drew on their white gloves and fluttered around the bride and with their busy fingers quickly dressed her luxuriant black hair, and arrayed her stately form in her superb bridal dress.
This dress was composed of an under-skirt of the richest white satin and an upper robe of the finest Valenciennes lace looped up with bunches of orange flowers. A bertha of lace fell over the satin bodice. And a long veil of lace flowed from the queenly head down to the tiny foot. A wreath of orange flowers, sprinkled over with the icy dew of small diamonds, crowned her black ringlets. And diamonds adorned her neck, bosom, arms, and stomacher. Her bouquet holder was studded with diamonds, and her initials on the white velvet cover of her prayer-book were formed of tiny seed-like diamonds.
No sovereign queen on her bridal morn was ever more richly arrayed. But, oh, how deadly pale and cold she was!
"There!" they said triumphantly, when they had finished dressing her, even to the arranging of the bouquet of orange flowers in its costly holder and putting it in her hand. "There!" And they wheeled the tall Psyche mirror up before her, that she might view and admire herself.
She looked thoughtfully at the image reflected there. She looked so long that Mrs. Middleton, growing impatient, said:
"My love, it is time to go."
"Leave me alone for a few minutes, all of you! I will not keep you waiting long," said Claudia.
"She wishes to be alone to offer up a short prayer before going to be married," was the thought in the heart of each one of the party, as they filed out of the room.
Did Claudia wish to pray? Did she intend to ask G.o.d"s protection against evil? Did she dare to ask his blessing on the act she contemplated?
We shall see.
She went after the last retreating figure and closed and bolted the door. Then she returned to her dressing bureau, opened a little secret drawer and took from it a tiny jar of rouge, and with a piece of cotton-wool applied it to her deathly-white cheeks until she had produced there an artificial bloom, more brilliant than that of her happiest days, only because it was more brilliant than that of nature.
Then to soften its fire she powdered her face with pearl white, and finally with a fine handkerchief carefully dusted off the superfluous particles.
Having done this, she put away her cosmetics and took from the same receptacle a vial of the spirits of lavender and mixed a spoonful of it with water and drank it off.
Then she returned the vial to its place and locked up the secret drawer where she kept her deceptions.
She gave one last look at the mirror, saw that between the artificial bloom and the artificial stimulant her face presented a pa.s.sable counterfeit of its long-lost radiance; she drew her bridal veil around so as to shade it a little, lowered her head and raised her bouquet, that her friends might not see the suspicious suddenness of the transformation from deadly pallor to living bloom--for though Claudia, in an hour of hysterical pa.s.sion, had discovered this secret of her toilet to Beatrice, yet she was really ashamed of it, and wished to conceal it from all others.
She opened the door, went out, and joined her friends in the hall, saying with a cheerfulness that she had found in the lavender vial:
"I am quite ready for the show now!"
But she kept her head lowered and averted, for a little while, though in fact her party were too much excited to scrutinize her appearance, especially as they had had a good view of her while making her toilet.
They went down into the drawing room, where the family and their nearest relations were a.s.sembled and waiting for them.
Bee was there, looking lovely as usual. Bee, who almost always wore white when in full dress, now varied from her custom by wearing a glace silk of delicate pale blue, with a white lace mantle and a white lace bonnet and veil. Bee did this because she did not mean to be mustered into the bride"s service, or even mistaken by any person for one of the bridesmaids. Beyond her obligatory presence in the church as one of the bride"s family, Bee was resolved to have nothing to do with the sacrilegious marriage.
"Come, my dear! Are you ready? How beautiful you are, my Claudia! I never paid you a compliment before, my child; but surely I may be excused for doing so now that you are about to leave me! "How blessings brighten as they take their flight,"" whispered the judge, as he met and kissed his daughter.
And certainly Claudia"s beauty seemed perfectly dazzling this morning.
She smiled a greeting to all her friends a.s.sembled there, and then gave her hand to her father, who drew it within his arm and led her to the carriage.
Ishmael, like one in a splendid, terrible dream, from which he could not wake, in which he was obliged to act, went up to Bee and drew her little white-gloved hand under his arm, and led her after the father and daughter.
The other members of the marriage party followed in order.
Besides Judge Merlin"s brougham and Mr. Middleton"s barouche, there were several other carriages drawn up before the house.
Bee surveyed this retinue and murmured:
"Indeed, except that we all wear light colors instead of black, and the coachmen have no hat-scarfs, this looks quite as much like a funeral as a wedding."
Ishmael did not reply; he could not wake from the dazzling, horrible dream.
When they were seated in the carriage, Claudia and Beatrice occupied the back seat; the judge and Ishmael the front one; the judge sat opposite Bee, and Ishmael opposite Claudia.
The rich drifts of shining white satin and misty white lace that formed her bridal dress floated around him; her foot inadvertently touched his, and her warm, balmy breath pa.s.sed him. Never had he been so close to Claudia before; that carriage was so confined and crowded--dread proximity! The dream deepened; it became a trance--that strange trance that sometimes falls upon the victim in the midst of his sufferings held Ishmael"s faculties in abeyance and deadened his sense of pain.