Here Jim sat down the carpetbag, saying:
"It"s rather high up, sir; but you see we are expecting Mrs. Middleton and all her family, and of course the best spare rooms has to be given up to the ladies. I think you will find everything you could wish for at hand, sir; but if there should be anything else wanted, you can ring, and one of the men servants will come up." And with this, Jim bowed and left the room.
Ishmael looked around upon his new domicile.
It was a very plain room with simple maple furniture, neatly arranged; a brown woolen carpet on the floor; white dimity curtains at the window; and a small coal fire in the grate. Yet it was much better than Ishmael had been accustomed to at home, and besides, the elevated position of the room, and the outlook from the only window, compensated for all deficiencies.
Ishmael walked up to this window, put aside the dainty white curtain, and looked forth: the whole city of Washington, Georgetown, the winding of the Potomac and Anacostia rivers, Anacostia Island, and the undulating hills of the Virginia and Maryland sh.o.r.es lay spread like a vast panorama before him.
As the thicket was a necessity to Judge Merlin"s nature, so the widely extended prospect was a need of Ishmael"s spirit; his eyes must travel when his feet could not.
Feeling perfectly satisfied with his quarters, Ishmael at last left the window and made his toilet, preparatory to meeting the judge and--Claudia!
"Oh, beating heart, be still! be still!" he said to himself, as the antic.i.p.ation of that latter meeting, with all its disturbing influences, sent the blood rioting through his veins.
Without being the very least dandyish, Ishmael was still fastidiously nice in his personal appointments; purity and refinement pervaded his presence.
He had completed his toilet, and was engaged in lightly brushing some lint from his black coat, when a knock at his door attracted his attention.
It was Jim, who had come to announce breakfast and show him the way to the morning room.
Down the three flights of stairs they went again, and across the central hall to a front room on the left that looked out upon the winter garden of evergreen trees. Crimson curtained and crimson carpeted, with a bright coal fire in the polished steel grate, and a glittering silver service on the white draped breakfast table, this room had a very inviting aspect on this frosty December morning.
The judge stood with his back to the fire, and a damp newspaper open in his hand. Claudia was nowhere visible--a hasty glance around the room a.s.sured Ishmael that she had not yet entered it. Ishmael"s movements were so noiseless that his presence was not observed until he actually went up to the judge, and, bowing, accosted him with the words:
"I am here according to appointment, Judge Merlin; and hope I find you well."
"Ah, yes; good-morning! how do you do, Ishmael?" said the judge laying aside his paper and cordially shaking hands with the youth. "Punctual, I see. Had a pleasant journey?"
"Thank you, sir; very pleasant," returned Ishmael.
"Feel like setting to work this morning? There is quite an acc.u.mulation of correspondence groaning to be attended to."
"I am ready to enter upon my duties whenever you please, sir."
"All right," said the judge, touching a bell that presently summoned Jim to his presence.
"Let us have breakfast immediately. Where is Miss Merlin? Let her know that we are waiting for her."
""Miss Merlin" is here, papa," said a rich voice at the door.
Ishmael"s heart bounded and throbbed, and Claudia entered the breakfast room.
Such a picture of almost Oriental beauty, luxury, and splendor as she looked! She wore a morning robe of rich crimson foulard silk, fastened up the front with garnet b.u.t.tons, each a spark of fire. The dress was open at the throat and wrists, revealing glimpses of the delicate cambric collar and cuffs confined by the purest pearl studs. Her luxuriant hair was carried away from her snowy temples and drooped in long, rich, purplish, black ringlets from the back of her stately head.
But her full, dark eyes and oval crimson cheeks and lips glowed with a fire too vivid for health as she advanced and gave her father the morning kiss.
"I am glad you have come, my dear! I have been waiting for you!" said the judge.
"You shall not have to do so another morning, papa,"" she answered.
"Here is Ishmael, Claudia," said her father, directing her attention to the youth, who had delicately withdrawn into the background; but who, at the mention of his own name, came forward to pay his respects to the heiress.
"I am glad to see you, Mr. Worth," she said, extending her hand to him as he bowed before her; and then quickly detecting a pa.s.sing shade of pain in his expressive face, she added, smiling:
"You know we must begin to call you Mr. Worth some time, and there can be no better time than this, when you make your first appearance in the city and commence a new career in life."
"I had always hoped to be "Ishmael" with my friends," he replied.
""Times change and we change with them," said one of the wisest of sages," smiled Claudia.
"And coffee and m.u.f.fins grow cold by standing; which is more to the present purpose," laughed Judge Merlin, handing his daughter to her seat at the head of the table, taking his own at the foot, and pointing his guest to one at the side.
When all were seated, Claudia poured out the coffee and the breakfast commenced. But to the discredit of the judge"s consistency, it might have been noticed that, after he had helped his companion to steak, waffles, and other edibles, he resumed his newspaper; and, regardless that coffee and m.u.f.fins grew cold by standing, recommenced reading the debates in Congress.
At length, when he finished reading and saw that his companions had finished eating, he swallowed his m.u.f.fin in two bolts, gulped his coffee in two draughts, and started up from the table, exclaiming:
"Now, then, Ishmael, if you are ready?"
Ishmael arose, bowed to Claudia, and turned to follow his employer.
The judge led him upstairs to a sort of office or study, immediately over the breakfast room, having an outlook over the Capitol grounds, and fitted up with a few book-cases, writing desks, and easy-chairs.
The judge drew a chair to the central table, which was covered with papers, and motioned Ishmael to take another seat at the same table. As soon as Ishmael obeyed, Judge Merlin began to initiate him into his new duties, which, in fact, were so much of the same description with those in which he had been engaged at Tanglewood, that he very soon understood and entered upon them.
The first few days of Ishmael"s sojourn were very busy ones. There was a great arrearage of correspondence; and he worked diligently, day and night, until he had brought up all arrears to the current time.
When this was done, and he had but two mails to attend to in one day, he found that five hours in the morning and five in the evening sufficed for the work, and left him ample leisure for the pursuit of his legal studies, and he devoted himself to them, both by diligent reading and by regular attendance upon the sessions of the circuit court, where he watched, listened, and took notes, comparing the latter with the readings. Of course he could not do all this without reducing his labors to a perfect system, and he could not constantly adhere to this system without practicing the severest self-denial. I tell you, young reader of this story, that in this republic there is no "royal road" to fame and honor. The way is open to each and all of you; but it is steep and rugged, yes, and slippery; and you must toil and sweat and watch if you would reach the summit.
Would you know exactly how Ishmael managed this stage of his toilsome ascent? I will tell you. He arose at four o"clock those winter mornings, dressed quickly and went into the judge"s study, where he made the fire himself, because the servants would not be astir for hours; then he sat down with the pile of letters that had come by the night"s mail; he looked over the judge"s hints regarding them, and then went to work and answered letters or copied doc.u.ments for four hours, or until the breakfast bell rung, when he joined Claudia and her father at table.
After breakfast he attended the judge in his study; submitted to his inspection the morning"s work; then took them to the post office, posted them, brought back the letters that arrived by the morning"s mail, and left them with the judge to be read. This would bring him to about eleven o"clock, when he went to the City Hall, to watch the proceedings of the circuit court, making careful notes and comparing them with his own private readings of law. He returned from the circuit court about two o"clock; spent the afternoon in answering the letters left for him by the judge; dined late with the family; took the second lot of letters to the post office, and returned with those that came by the evening mail; gave them to the judge for examination, and then went up to his room to spend the evening in reading law and comparing notes. He allowed himself no recreation and but little rest. His soul was sustained by what Balzac calls "the divine patience of genius." And the more he was enabled to measure himself with other men, the more confidence he acquired in his own powers. This severe mental labor took away much of the pain of his "despised love." Ishmael was one to love strongly, ardently, constantly. But he was not one to drivel over a hopeless pa.s.sion. He loved Claudia: how deeply, how purely, how faithfully, all his future life was destined to prove. And he knew that Claudia loved him; but that all the prejudices of her rank, her character, and her education were warring in her bosom against this love. He knew that she appreciated his personal worth, but scorned his social position. He felt that she had resolved never, under any circ.u.mstances whatever, to marry him; but he trusted in her honor never to permit her, while loving him, to marry another. And in the meantime years of toil would pa.s.s; he would achieve greatness; and when the obscurity of his origin should be lost in the light of his fame, then he would woo and win Miss Merlin!
Such were the young man"s dreams, whenever in his busy, crowded, useful life he gave himself time to dream.
And meanwhile, what was the conduct of the heiress to her presumptuous lover? Coldly proud, but very respectful. For, mark you this: No one who was capable of appreciating Ishmael Worth could possibly treat him otherwise than with respect.
CHAPTER LI.
HEIRESS AND BEAUTY.
"Tis hard upon the dawn, and yet She comes not from the ball.
The night is cold and bleak and wet, And the snow lies over all.
I praised her with her diamonds on!
And as she went she smiled, And yet I sighed when she was gone, I sighed like any child.