"Good Heavens!" gasped the Major. "And you mean to say----"
"I mean to say, that there is no knowing what may be attempted by a madwoman, driven mad by a jealousy in itself almost as terrible as madness. Olivia Marchmont has sworn to hinder your daughter"s marriage.
What has not been done by unhappy creatures in this woman"s state of mind? Every day we read of such things in the newspapers--deeds of horror at which the blood grows cold in our veins; and we wonder that Heaven can permit such misery. It is not any frivolous motive that brings me here in the dead of the night, Major Lawford. I come to tell you that a desperate woman has sworn to hinder to-morrow"s marriage.
Heaven knows what she may do in her jealous frenzy! She _may_ attack your daughter."
The father"s face grew pale. His Linda, his darling, exposed to the fury of a madwoman! He could conjure up the scene: the fair girl clinging to her lover"s breast, and desperate Olivia Marchmont swooping down upon her like an angry tigress.
"For mercy"s sake, tell me what I am to do, Mr. Marchmont!" cried the Major. "G.o.d bless you, sir, for bringing me this warning! But what am I to do? What do you advise? Shall we postpone the wedding?"
"On no account. All you have to do is to keep this wretched woman at bay. Shut your doors upon her. Do not let her be admitted to this house upon any pretence whatever. Get the wedding over an hour earlier than has been intended, if it is possible for you to do so, and hurry the bride and bridegroom away upon the first stage of their wedding-tour.
If you wish to escape all the wretchedness of a public scandal, avoid seeing this woman."
"I will, I will," answered the bewildered Major. "It"s a most awful situation. My poor Belinda! Her wedding-day! And a mad woman to attempt--Upon my word, Mr. Marchmont, I don"t know how to thank you for the trouble you have taken."
"Don"t speak of that. This woman is my cousin"s widow: any shame of hers is disgrace to me. Avoid seeing her. If by any chance she does contrive to force herself upon you, turn a deaf ear to all she may say.
She horrified me to-night by her mad a.s.sertions. Be prepared for anything she may declare. She is possessed by all manner of delusions, remember, and may make the most ridiculous a.s.sertions. There is no limit to her hallucinations. She may offer to bring Edward Arundel"s dead wife from the grave, perhaps. But you will not, on any account, allow her to obtain access to your daughter."
"No, no--on no account. My poor Belinda! I am very grateful to you, Mr.
Marchmont, for this warning. You"ll stop here for the rest of the night? Martha"s beds are always aired. You"ll accept the shelter of our spare room until to-morrow morning?"
"You are very good, Major Lawford; but I must hurry away directly.
Remember that I am quite ignorant as to where my unhappy relative may be wandering at this hour of the night. She may have returned to the Towers. Her jealous fury may have exhausted itself; and in that case I have exaggerated the danger. But, at any rate I thought it best to give you this warning."
"Most decidedly, my dear sir; I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
But you"ll take something--wine, tea, brandy-and-water--eh?"
Paul had put on his hat and made his way into the hall by this time.
There was no affectation in his eagerness to be away. He glanced uneasily towards the door every now and then while the Major was offering hospitable hindrance to his departure. He was very pale, with a haggard, ashen pallor that betrayed his anxiety, in spite of his bland calmness of manner.
"You are very kind. No; I will get away at once. I have done my duty here; I must now try and do what I can for this wretched woman. Good night. Remember; shut your doors upon her."
He unfastened the bridle of his horse, mounted, and rode away slowly, so long as there was any chance of the horse"s tread being heard at the Grange. But when he was a quarter of a mile away from Major Lawford"s house, he urged the horse into a gallop. He had no spurs; but he used his whip with a ruthless hand, and went off at a tearing pace along a narrow lane, where the ruts were deep.
He rode for fifteen miles; and it was grey morning when he drew rein at a dilapidated five-barred gate leading into the great, tenantless yard of an uninhabited farmhouse. The place had been unlet for some years; and the land was in the charge of a hind in Mr. Marchmont"s service.
The hind lived in a cottage at the other extremity of the farm; and Paul had erected new buildings, with engine-houses and complicated machinery for pumping the water off the low-lying lands. Thus it was that the old farmhouse and the old farmyard were suffered to fall into decay. The empty sties, the ruined barns and outhouses, the rotting straw, and pools of rank corruption, made this tenantless farmyard the very abomination of desolation. Paul Marchmont opened the gate and went in. He picked his way very cautiously through the mud and filth, leading his horse by the bridle till he came to an outhouse, where he secured the animal. Then he crossed the yard, lifted the rusty latch of a narrow wooden door set in a plastered wall, and went into a dismal stone court, where one lonely hen was moulting in miserable solitude.
Long rank gra.s.s grew in the interstices of the flags. The lonely hen set up a roopy cackle, and fluttered into a corner at sight of Paul Marchmont. There were some rabbit-hutches, tenantless; a dovecote, empty; a dog-kennel, and a broken chain rusting slowly in a pool of water, but no dog. The courtyard was at the back of the house, looked down upon by a range of latticed windows, some with closed shutters, others with shutters swinging in the wind, as if they had been fain to beat themselves to death in very desolation of spirit.
Mr. Marchmont opened a door and went into the house. There were empty cellars and pantries, dairies and sculleries, right and left of him.
The rats and mice scuttled away at sound of the intruder"s footfall.
The spiders ran upon the damp-stained walls, and the disturbed cobwebs floated slowly down from the cracked ceilings and tickled Mr.
Marchmont"s face.
Farther on in the interior of the gloomy habitation Paul found a great stone-paved kitchen, at the darkest end of which there was a rusty grate, in which a minimum of flame struggled feebly with a maximum of smoke. An open oven-door revealed a dreary black cavern; and the very manner of the rusty door, and loose, half-broken handle, was an advertis.e.m.e.nt of incapacity for any homely hospitable use. Pale, sickly fungi had sprung up in cl.u.s.ters at the corners of the damp hearthstone.
Spiders and rats, damp and cobwebs, every sign by which Decay writes its name upon the dwelling man has deserted, had set its separate mark upon this ruined place.
Paul Marchmont looked round him with a contemptuous shudder. He called "Mrs. Brown! Mrs. Brown!" two or three times, each time waiting for an answer; but none came, and Mr. Marchmont pa.s.sed on into another room.
Here at least there was some poor pretence of comfort. The room was in the front of the house, and the low latticed window looked out upon a neglected garden, where some tall foxgloves reared their gaudy heads amongst the weeds. At the end of the garden there was a high brick wall, with pear-trees trained against it, and dragon"s-mouth and wallflower waving in the morning-breeze.
There was a bed in this room, empty; an easy-chair near the window; near that a little table, and a _set of Indian chessmen_. Upon the bed there were some garments scattered, as if but lately flung there; and on the floor, near the fireplace, there were the fragments of a child"s first toys--a tiny trumpet, bought at some village fair, a baby"s rattle, and a broken horse.
Paul Marchmont looked about him--a little puzzled at first; then with a vague dread in his haggard face.
"Mrs. Brown!" he cried, in a loud voice, hurrying across the room towards an inner door as he spoke.
The inner door was opened before Paul could reach it, and a woman appeared; a tall, gaunt-looking woman, with a hard face and bare, brawny arms.
"Where, in Heaven"s name, have you been hiding yourself, woman?" Paul cried impatiently. "And where"s--your patient?"
"Gone, sir."
"Gone! Where?"
"With her stepmamma, Mrs. Marchmont--not half an hour ago. As it was your wish I should stop behind to clear up, I"ve done so, sir; but I did think it would have been better for me to have gone with----"
Paul clutched the woman by the arm, and dragged her towards him.
"Are you mad?" he cried, with an oath. "Are you mad, or drunk? Who gave you leave to let that woman go? Who----?"
He couldn"t finish the sentence. His throat grew dry, and he gasped for breath; while all the blood in his body seemed to rush into his swollen forehead.
"You sent Mrs. Marchmont to fetch my patient away, sir," exclaimed the woman, looking frightened. "You did, didn"t you? She said so!"
"She is a liar; and you are a fool or a cheat. She paid you, I dare say! Can"t you speak, woman? Has the person I left in your care, whom you were paid, and paid well, to take care of,--have you let her go?
Answer me that."
"I have, sir," the woman faltered,--she was big and brawny, but there was that in Paul Marchmont"s face that frightened her notwithstanding,--"seeing as it was your orders."
"That will do," cried Paul Marchmont, holding up his hand and looking at the woman with a ghastly smile; "that will do. You have ruined me; do you hear? You have undone a work that has cost me--O my G.o.d! why do I waste my breath in talking to such a creature as this? All my plots, my difficulties, my struggles and victories, my long sleepless nights, my bad dreams,--has it all come to this? Ruin, unutterable ruin, brought upon me by a madwoman!"
He sat down in the chair by the window, and leaned upon the table, scattering the Indian chessmen with his elbow. He did not weep. That relief--terrible relief though it be for a man"s breast--was denied him. He sat there with his face covered, moaning aloud. That helpless moan was scarcely like the complaint of a man; it was rather like the hopeless, dreary utterance of a brute"s anguish; it sounded like the miserable howling of a beaten cur.
CHAPTER XI.
BELINDA"S WEDDING-DAY.
The sun shone upon Belinda Lawford"s wedding-day. The birds were singing in the garden under her window as she opened her lattice and looked out. The word lattice is not a poetical license in this case; for Miss Lawford"s chamber was a roomy, old-fashioned apartment at the back of the house, with deep window-seats and diamond-paned cas.e.m.e.nts.
The sun shone, and the roses bloomed in all their summer glory. ""Twas in the time of roses," as gentle-minded Thomas Hood so sweetly sang; surely the time of all others for a bridal morning. The girl looked out into the sunshine with her loose hair falling about her shoulders, and lingered a little looking at the familiar garden, with a half-pensive smile.
"Oh, how often, how often," she said, "I have walked up and down by those laburnums, Letty!" There were two pretty white-curtained bedsteads in the old-fashioned room, and Miss Arundel had shared her friend"s apartment for the last week. "How often mamma and I have sat under the dear old cedar, making our poor children"s frocks! People say monotonous lives are not happy: mine has been the same thing over and over again; and yet how happy, how happy! And to think that we"--she paused a moment, and the rosy colour in her cheeks deepened by just one shade; it was so sweet to use that simple monosyllable "we" when Edward Arundel was the other half of the p.r.o.noun,--"to think that we shall be in Paris to-morrow!"
"Driving in the Bois," exclaimed Miss Arundel; "and dining at the Maison Doree, or the Cafe de Paris. Don"t dine at Meurice"s, Linda; it"s dreadfully slow dining at one"s hotel. And you"ll be a young married woman, and can do anything, you know. If I were a young married woman, I"d ask my husband to take me to the Mabille, just for half an hour, with an old bonnet and a thick veil. I knew a girl whose first-cousin married a cornet in the Guards, and they went to the Mabille one night. Come, Belinda, if you mean to have your back-hair done at all, you"d better sit down at once and let me commence operations."