"J. Masterton."
I wrote a few lines, informing Mr Masterton that I would be with him at the appointed hour, and then sat down to my solitary meal. How different from when I was last at this hotel! Now I knew n.o.body. I had to regain my footing in society, and that could only be accomplished by being acknowledged by my father; and, as soon as that was done, I would call upon Lord Windermear, who would quickly effect what I desired. The next morning I was ready at nine o"clock, and set off with post horses, with Mr Masterton, in his own carriage. I told him what had occurred the day before, and how disgusted I was at my reception.
"Upon my word, j.a.phet, I think you are wrong," replied the old gentleman; "and if you had not told me of your affection for Miss Temple, to see whom, by-the-by, I confess to be one of the chief motives of my going down with you, I should almost suppose that you were blinded by jealousy. Does it not occur to you, that if Mr Harcourt was admitted to the ladies at such an early hour, there was preference shown him in that quarter? And now I recollect that I heard something about it. Harcourt"s elder brother died, and he"s come into the property, and I heard somebody say that he would in all probability succeed in gaining the handsomest girl in London with a large fortune--that it was said to be a match. Now, if such be the case, and you broke in upon a quiet reunion between two young people about to be united, almost without announcement, and so unexpectedly, after a lapse of so long a time, surely you cannot be surprised at there being a degree of confusion and restraint--more especially after what had pa.s.sed between Harcourt and you. Depend upon it, that was the cause of it. Had Lady de Clare and her daughter been alone, your reception would have been very different; indeed, Cecilia"s following you down stairs proves that it was not from coolness towards you; and Harcourt calling upon you, and the conversation which took place, is another proof that you have been mistaken."
"I never viewed it in that light, certainly, sir," observed I. "I merely perceived that I was considered intrusive, and finding in the company one who had treated me ill, and had been my antagonist in the field, I naturally supposed that he had prejudiced them against me. I hope I may be wrong; but I have seen so much of the world, young as I am, that I have become very suspicious."
"Then discard suspicion as fast as you can; it will only make you unhappy, and not prevent your being deceived. If you are suspicious, you will have the constant fear of deception hanging over you, which poisons existence."
After these remarks I remained silent for some time; I was a.n.a.lysing my own feelings, and I felt that I had acted in a very absurd manner. The fact was, that one of my castle buildings had been, that I was to marry Fleta as soon as I had found my own father, and this it was which had actuated me, almost without my knowing it. I felt jealous of Harcourt, and that, without being in love with Miss de Clare, but actually pa.s.sionately fond of another person; I felt as if I could have married her without loving her, and that I could give up Susannah Temple, whom I did love, rather than that a being, whom I considered as almost of my own creation, should herself presume to fall in love, or that another should dare to love her, until I had made up my mind whether I should take her myself; and this after so long an absence, and their having given up all hopes of ever seeing me again. The reader may smile at the absurdity, still more at the selfishness of this feeling; so did I, when I had reflected upon it, and I despised myself for my vanity and folly.
"What are you thinking of, j.a.phet?" observed Mr Masterton, tired with my long abstraction.
"That I have been making a most egregious fool of myself, sir," replied I, "with respect to the de Clares."
"I did not say so, j.a.phet; but to tell you the truth, I thought something very like it. Now tell me, were you not jealous at finding her in company with Harcourt?"
"Exactly so, sir."
"I"ll tell Susannah Temple when see I her, that she may form some idea of your constancy," replied Mr Masterton, smiling. "Why what a dog in the manger you must be--you can"t marry them both. Still, under the circ.u.mstances, I can a.n.a.lyse the feeling--it is natural, but all that is natural is not always creditable to human nature. Let us talk a little about Susannah, and all these vagaries will be dispersed. How old is she?"
Mr Masterton plied me with so many questions relative to Susannah, that her image alone soon filled my mind, and I recovered my spirits. "I don"t know what she will say, at my being in this dress, sir," observed I. "Had I not better change it on my arrival?"
"By no means; I"ll fight your battle--I know her character pretty well, thanks to your raving about her."
PART THREE, CHAPTER NINETEEN.
CONTAINS MUCH LEARNED ARGUMENT UPON BROAD BRIMS AND GARMENTS OF GREY--I GET THE BEST OF IT--THE ONE GREAT WISH OF MY LIFE IS GRANTED--I MEET MY FATHER, AND A COLD RECEPTION, VERY INDICATIVE OF MUCH AFTER-HEAT.
We arrived in good time at Reading, and, as soon as we alighted at the inn, we ordered dinner, and then walked down to the shop, where we found Timothy very busy tying down and labelling. He was delighted to see Mr Masterton; and perceiving that I had laid aside the Quaker"s dress, made no scruple of indulging in his humour, making a long face, and _thee-ing_ and _thou-ing_ Mr Masterton in a very absurd manner. We desired him to go to Mr Cophagus, and beg that he would allow me to bring Mr Masterton to drink tea, and afterwards to call at the inn and give us the answer. We then returned to our dinner.
"Whether they will ever make a Quaker of you, j.a.phet, I am very doubtful," observed Mr Masterton, as we walked back; "but as for making one of that fellow Timothy, I"ll defy them."
"He laughs at everything," replied I, "and views everything in a ridiculous light--at all events, they never will make him serious."
In the evening, we adjourned to the house of Mr Cophagus, having received a message of welcome. I entered the room first. Susannah came forward to welcome me, and then drew back, when she perceived the alteration in my apparel, colouring deeply. I pa.s.sed her, and took the hand of Mrs Cophagus and her husband, and then introduced Mr Masterton.
"We hardly knew thee, j.a.phet," mildly observed Mrs Cophagus.
"I did not think that outward garments would disguise me from my friends," replied I; "but so it appeareth, for your sister hath not even greeted me in welcome."
"I greet thee in all kindness, and all sincerity, j.a.phet Newland,"
replied Susannah, holding out her hand. "Yet did I not imagine that, in so short a time, thou wouldst have dismissed the apparel of our persuasion, neither do I find it seemly."
"Miss Temple," interposed Mr Masterton, "it is to oblige those who are his sincere friends, that Mr Newland has laid aside his dress. I quarrel with no creed--everyone has a right to choose for himself, and Mr Newland has perhaps not chosen badly, in embracing your tenets. Let him continue steadfast in them. But, fair young lady, there is no creed which is perfect, and, even in yours, we find imperfection. Our religion preaches humility, and therefore we do object to his wearing the garb of pride."
"Of pride, sayest thou? hath he not rather put off the garb of humility, and now appeareth in the garb of pride?"
"Not so, young madam: when we dress as all the world dress, we wear not the garb of pride; but when we put on a dress different from others, that distinguishes us from others, then we show our pride, and the worst of pride, for it is the hypocritical pride which apes humility. It is the Pharisee of the Scriptures, who preaches in high places, and sounds forth his charity to the poor; not the humility of the Publican, who says, "Lord, be merciful to me, a sinner." Your apparel of pretended humility is the garb of pride, and for that reason have we insisted that he discards it, when with us. His tenets we interfere not with. There can be no religion in dress; and that must indeed be weak in itself, which requires dress for its support."
Susannah was astonished at this new feature of the case, so aptly put by the old lawyer. Mrs Cophagus looked at her husband, and Cophagus pinched my arm, evidently agreeing with him. When Mr Masterton had finished speaking, Susannah waited a few seconds, and then replied, "It becomes not one so young and weak as I am, to argue with thee, who art so much my senior. I cannot cavil at opinions which, if not correct, at least are founded on the holy writings; but I have been otherwise instructed."
"Then let us drop the argument, Miss Susannah, and let me tell you, that j.a.phet wished to resume his Quaker"s dress, and I would not permit him.
If there is any blame, it is to be laid to me; and it"s no use being angry with an old man like myself."
"I have no right to be angry with anyone," replied Susannah.
"But you were angry with me, Susannah," interrupted I.
"I cannot say that it was anger, j.a.phet Newland: I hardly know what the feeling might have been; but I was wrong, and I must request thy forgiveness;" and Susannah held out her hand.
"Now you must forgive me too, Miss Temple," said old Masterton, and Susannah laughed against her wishes.
The conversation then became general. Mr Masterton explained to Mr Cophagus what he required of him, and Mr Cophagus immediately acceded.
It was arranged that he should go to town by the mail the next day. Mr Masterton talked a great deal about my father, and gave his character in its true light, as he considered it would be advantageous to me so to do. He then entered into conversation upon a variety of topics, and was certainly very amusing. Susannah laughed very heartily before the evening was over, and Mr Masterton retired to the hotel, for I had resolved to sleep in my own bed.
I walked home with Mr Masterton: I then returned to the house, and found them all in the parlour. Mrs Cophagus was expressing her delight at the amus.e.m.e.nt she had received, when I entered with a grave face. "I wish that I had not left you," said I to Mrs Cophagus; "I am afraid to meet my father; he will exact the most implicit obedience. What am I to do? Must not I obey him?"
"In all things lawful," replied Susannah, "most certainly, j.a.phet."
"In all things lawful, Susannah! now tell me, in the very case of my apparel: Mr Masterton says, that he never will permit me to wear the dress. What am I to do?"
"Thou hast thy religion and thy Bible for thy guide, j.a.phet."
"I have; and in the Bible I find written on tablets of stone by the prophet of G.o.d, "Honour thy father and thy mother;" there is a positive commandment: but I find no commandment to wear this or that dress. What think you?" continued I, appealing to them all.
"I should bid thee honour thy father, j.a.phet," replied Mrs Cophagus, "and you, Susannah--"
"I shall bid thee good night, j.a.phet."
At this reply we all laughed, and I perceived there was a smile on Susannah"s face as she walked away. Mrs Cophagus followed her, laughing as she went, and Cophagus and I were alone.
"Well, j.a.phet--see old gentleman--kiss--shake hands--and blessing--and so on."
"Yes, sir," replied I; "but if he treats me ill I shall probably come down here again. I am afraid that Susannah is not very well pleased with me."
"Pooh, nonsense--wife knows all--die for you--j.a.phet, do as you please-- dress yourself--dress her--any dress--no dress like Eve--sly puss--won"t lose you--all right--and so on."
I pressed Mr Cophagus to tell me all he knew, and I found from him that his wife had questioned Susannah soon after my departure, had found her weeping, and that she had gained from her the avowal of her ardent affection for me. This was all I wanted, and I wished him good night, and went to bed happy. I had an interview with Susannah Temple before I left the next morning, and, although I never mentioned love, had every reason to be satisfied. She was kind and affectionate; spoke to me in her usual serious manner, warned me against the world, acknowledged that I should have great difficulties to surmount, and even made much allowance for my peculiar situation. She dared not advise, but she would pray for me. There was a greater show of interest and confidence towards me than I had ever yet received from her: when I parted from her I said, "Dear Susannah, whatever change may take place in my fortunes or in my dress, believe me, my heart shall not be changed, and I shall ever adhere to those principles which have been instilled into me since I have been in your company."
This was a phrase which admitted of a double meaning, and she replied, "I should wish to see thee perfect, j.a.phet; but there is no perfection now on earth; be therefore as perfect as you can."
"G.o.d bless you, Susannah."
"May the blessing of the Lord be on you always, j.a.phet," replied she.