"She has deceived me again," said the Countess, tearing the letter into atoms. But the Serjeant so far frightened her that she was induced to promise that Mrs. Bluestone should see Lady Anna on the following morning,--stipulating, however, that Mrs. Bluestone should see herself before she went up-stairs.
On the following morning Mr. Goffe came early. But Mr. Goffe could give his client very little comfort. He was, however, less uncomfortable than the Serjeant had been. He was of opinion that Lady Anna certainly ought to go abroad, in obedience to her mother"s instructions, and was willing to go to her and tell her so, with what solemnity of legal authority he might be able to a.s.sume; but he could not say that anything could be done absolutely to enforce obedience.
Mr. Goffe suggested that perhaps a few gentle words might be successful. "Gentle words!" said the Countess, who had become quite unable to restrain herself. "The harshest words are only too gentle for her. If I had known what she was, Mr. Goffe, I would never have stirred in this business. They might have called me what they would, and it would have been better." When Mr. Goffe came downstairs he had not a word to say more as to the efficacy of gentleness.
He simply remarked that he did not think the young lady could be induced to go, and suggested that everybody had better wait till the Solicitor-General returned to town.
Then Mrs. Bluestone came, almost on the heels of the attorney;--poor Mrs. Bluestone, who now felt that it was a dreadful grievance both to her and to her husband that they had had anything to do with the Lovel family! She was very formal in her manner,--and, to tell the truth for her, rather frightened. The Serjeant had asked her to call and see Lady Anna Lovel. Might she be permitted to do so? Then the Countess burst forth with a long story of all her wrongs,--with the history of her whole life. Not beginning with her marriage,--but working back to it from the intense misery, and equally intense ambition of the present hour. She told it all; how everybody had been against her,--how she had been all alone at the dreary Grange in Westmoreland,--how she had been betrayed by her husband, and turned out to poverty and scorn;--how she had borne it all for the sake of the one child who was, by G.o.d"s laws and man"s, the heiress to her father"s name; how she had persevered,--intermingling it all with a certain worship of high honours and hereditary position with which Mrs. Bluestone was able in some degree to sympathise. She was clever, and words came to her freely. It was almost impossible that any hearer should refuse to sympathise with her,--any hearer who knew that her words were true. And all that she told was true. The things which she narrated had been done;--the wrongs had been endured;--and the end of it all which she feared, was imminent. And the hearer thought as did the speaker as to the baseness of this marriage with the tailor,--thought as did the speaker of the excellence of the marriage with the lord. But still there was something in the woman"s eye,--something in the tone of her voice, something in the very motion of her hands as she told her story, which made Mrs. Bluestone feel that Lady Anna should not be left under her mother"s control.
It would be very well that the Lovel family should be supported, and that Lady Anna should be kept within the pale of her own rank. But there might be things worse than Lady Anna"s defection,--and worse even than the very downfall of the Lovels.
After sitting for nearly two hours with the Countess, Mrs. Bluestone was taken up-stairs. "Mrs. Bluestone has come to see you," said the Countess, not entering the room, and retreating again immediately as she closed the door.
"This is very kind of you, Mrs. Bluestone," said Lady Anna, who was sitting crouching in her dressing-gown over the fire. "But I thought that perhaps the Serjeant would come." The lady, taken off her guard, immediately said that the Serjeant had been there on the preceding evening. "And mamma would not let me see him! But you will help me!"
In this interview, as in that below, a long history was told to the visitor, and was told with an eloquent energy which she certainly had not expected. "They talk to me of ladies," said Lady Anna. "I was not a lady. I knew nothing of ladies and their doings. I was a poor girl, friendless but for my mother, sometimes almost without shoes to my feet, often ragged, solitary, knowing nothing of ladies. Then there came one lad, who played with me;--and it was mamma who brought us together. He was good to me, when all others were bad. He played with me, and gave me things, and taught me,--and loved me. Then when he asked me to love him again, and to love him always, was I to think that I could not,--because I was a lady! You despise him because he is a tailor. A tailor was good to me, when no one else was good. How could I despise him because he was a tailor? I did not despise him, but I loved him with all my heart."
"But when you came to know who you were, Lady Anna--"
"Yes;--yes. I came to know who I was, and they brought my cousin to me, and told me to love him, and bade me be a lady indeed. I felt it too, for a time. I thought it would be pleasant to be a Countess, and to go among great people; and he was pleasant, and I thought that I could love him too, and do as they bade me. But when I thought of it much,--when I thought of it alone,--I hated myself. In my heart of hearts I loved him who had always been my friend. And when Lord Lovel came to me at Bolton, and said that I must give my answer then,--I told him all the truth. I am glad I told him the truth. He should not have come again after that. If Daniel is so poor a creature because he is a tailor,--must not I be poor who love him? And what must he be when he comes to me again after that?"
When Mrs. Bluestone descended from the room she was quite sure that the girl would become Lady Anna Thwaite, and told the Countess that such was her opinion. "By the G.o.d above me," said the Countess rising from her chair;--"by the G.o.d above me, she never shall." But after that the Countess gave up her project of forcing her daughter to go abroad. The old lady of the house was told that the rooms would still be required for some weeks to come,--perhaps for months; and having had a conference on the subject with Mrs. Bluestone, did not refuse her consent.
At last Sir William returned to town, and was besieged on all sides, as though in his hands lay the power of deciding what should become of all the Lovel family. Mr. Goffe was as confidential with him as Mr. Flick, and even Serjeant Bluestone condescended to appeal to him.
The young Earl was closeted with him on the day of his return, and he had found on his desk the following note from the Countess;--
"The Countess Lovel presents her compliments to the Solicitor-General. The Countess is very anxious to leave England with her daughter, but has. .h.i.therto been prevented by her child"s obstinacy. Sir William Patterson is so well aware of all the circ.u.mstances that he no doubt can give the Countess advice as to the manner in which she should proceed to enforce the obedience of her daughter. The Countess Lovel would feel herself unwarranted in thus trespa.s.sing on the Solicitor-General, were it not that it is her chief anxiety to do everything for the good of Earl Lovel and the family."
"Look at that, my lord," said the Solicitor-General, showing the Earl the letter. "I can do nothing for her."
"What does she want to have done?"
"She wants to carry her daughter away beyond the reach of Mr.
Thwaite. I am not a bit surprised; but she can"t do it. The days are gone by when a mother could lock her daughter up, or carry her away,--at any rate in this country."
"It is very sad."
"It might have been much worse. Why should she not marry Mr. Thwaite?
Let them make the settlement as they propose, and then let the young lady have her way. She will have her way,--whether her mother lets her or no."
"It will be a disgrace to the family, Sir William."
"No disgrace at all! How many peers" daughters marry commoners in England. It is not with us as it is with some German countries in which n.o.ble blood is separated as by a barrier from blood that is not n.o.ble. The man I am told is clever and honest. He will have great means at his command, and I do not see why he should not make as good a gentleman as the best of us. At any rate she must not be persecuted."
Sir William answered the Countess"s letter as a matter of course, but there was no comfort in his answer. "The Solicitor-General presents his compliments to the Countess Lovel. With all the will in the world to be of service, he fears that he can do no good by interfering between the Countess and Lady Anna Lovel. If, however, he may venture to give advice, he would suggest to the Countess that as Lady Anna will be of age in a short time, no attempt should now be made to exercise a control which must cease when that time shall arrive."
"They are all joined against me," said the Countess, when she read the letter;--"every one of them! But still it shall never be. I will not live to see it."
Then there was a meeting between Mr. Flick and Sir William. Mr. Flick must inform the ladies that nothing could be done till Lady Anna was of age;--that not even could any instructions be taken from her before that time as to what should subsequently be done. If, when that time came, she should still be of a mind to share with her cousin the property, she could then instruct Mr. Goffe to make out the necessary deeds.
All this was communicated by letter to the Countess, but Mr. Goffe especially requested that the letter might be shown to Lady Anna, and that he might receive a reply intimating that Lady Anna understood its purport. If necessary he would call upon Lady Anna in Keppel Street. After some delay and much consideration, the Countess sent the attorney"s letter to her daughter, and Lady Anna herself wrote a reply. She perfectly understood the purport of Mr. Goffe"s letter, and would thank Mr. Goffe to call upon her on the 10th of May, when the matter might, she hoped, be settled.
CHAPTER XLI.
NEARER AND NEARER.
So they went on living in utter misery till the month of May had come round, and Lady Anna was at last p.r.o.nounced to be convalescent.
Late one night, long after midnight, the Countess crept into her daughter"s room and sat down by the bedside. Lady Anna was asleep, and the Countess sat there and watched. At this time the girl had pa.s.sed her birthday, and was of age. Mr. Goffe had been closeted with her and with her mother for two mornings running, Sir William Patterson had also been with them, and instructions had been given as to the property, upon which action was to be at once taken. Of that proportion of the estate which fell to Lady Anna, one entire moiety was to be made over to the Earl. While this was being arranged no word was said as to Daniel Thwaite, or as to the marriage with the lord. The settlement was made as though it were a thing of itself; and they all had been much surprised,--the mother, the Solicitor-General, and the attorney,--at the determination of purpose and full comprehension of the whole affair which Lady Anna displayed.
When it came to the absolute doing of the matter,--the abandonment of all this money,--the Countess became uneasy and discontented.
She also had wished that Lord Lovel should have the property,--but her wish had been founded on a certain object to be attained, which object was now farther from her than ever. But the property in question was not hers, but her daughter"s, and she made no loud objection to the proceeding. The instructions were given, and the deeds were to be forthcoming some time before the end of the month.
It was on the night of the 11th of May that the Countess sat at her child"s bedside. She had brought up a taper with her, and there she sat watching the sleeping girl. Thoughts wondrously at variance with each other, and feelings thoroughly antagonistic, ran through her brain and heart. This was her only child,--the one thing that there was for her to love,--the only tie to the world that she possessed.
But for her girl, it would be good that she should be dead. And if her girl should do this thing, which would make her life a burden to her,--how good it would be for her to die! She did not fear to die, and she feared nothing after death;--but with a coward"s dread she did fear the torment of her failure if this girl should become the wife of Daniel Thwaite. In such case most certainly would she never see the girl again,--and life then would be all a blank to her. But she understood that though she should separate herself from the world altogether, men would know of her failure, and would know that she was devouring her own heart in the depth of her misery. If the girl would but have done as her mother had proposed, would have followed after her kind, and taken herself to those pleasant paths which had been opened for her, with what a fond caressing worship, with what infinite kisses and blessings, would she, the mother, have tended the young Countess and a.s.sisted in making the world bright for the high-born bride. But a tailor! Foh! What a degraded creature was her child to cling to so base a love!
She did, however, acknowledge to herself that the girl"s clinging was of a kind she had no power to lessen. The ivy to its standard tree is not more loyal than was her daughter to this wretched man. But the girl might die,--or the tailor might die,--or she, the miserable mother, might die; and so this misery might be at an end. Nothing but death could end it. Thoughts and dreams of other violence had crossed her brain,--of carrying the girl away, of secluding her, of frightening her from day to day into some childish, half-idiotic submission. But for that the tame obedience of the girl would have been necessary,--or that external a.s.sistance which she had sought, in vain, to obtain among the lawyers. Such hopes were now gone, and nothing remained but death.
Why had not the girl gone when she was so like to go? Why had she not died when it had seemed to be G.o.d"s pleasure to take her? A little indifference, some slight absence of careful tending, any chance accident would have made that natural which was now,--which was now so desirable and yet beyond reach! Yes;--so desirable! For whose sake could it be wished that a life so degraded should be prolonged? But there could be no such escape. With her eyes fixed on vacancy, revolving it in her mind, she thought that she could kill herself;--but she knew that she could not kill her child.
But, should she destroy herself, there would be no vengeance in that.
Could she be alone, far out at sea, in some small skiff with that low-born tailor, and then pull out the plug, and let him know what he had done to her as they both went down together beneath the water, that would be such a cure of the evil as would now best suit her wishes. But there was no such sea, and no such boat. Death, however, might still be within her grasp.
Then she laid her hand on the girl"s shoulder, and Lady Anna awoke.
"Oh, mamma;--is that you?"
"It is I, my child."
"Mamma, mamma; is anything the matter? Oh, mamma, kiss me." Then the Countess stooped down and kissed the girl pa.s.sionately. "Dear mamma,--dearest mamma!"
"Anna, will you do one thing for me? If I never speak to you of Lord Lovel again, will you forget Daniel Thwaite?" She paused, but Lady Anna had no answer ready. "Will you not say as much as that for me?
Say that you will forget him till I am gone."
"Gone, mamma? You are not going!"
"Till I am dead. I shall not live long, Anna. Say at least that you will not see him or mention his name for twelve months. Surely, Anna, you will do as much as that for a mother who has done so much for you." But Lady Anna would make no promise. She turned her face to the pillow and was dumb. "Answer me, my child. I may at least demand an answer."
"I will answer you to-morrow, mamma." Then the Countess fell on her knees at the bedside and uttered a long, incoherent prayer, addressed partly to the G.o.d of heaven, and partly to the poor girl who was lying there in bed, supplicating with mad, pa.s.sionate eagerness that this evil thing might be turned away from her. Then she seized the girl in her embrace and nearly smothered her with kisses. "My own, my darling, my beauty, my all; save your mother from worse than death, if you can;--if you can!"
Had such tenderness come sooner it might have had deeper effect. As it was, though the daughter was affected and hara.s.sed,--though she was left panting with sobs and drowned in tears,--she could not but remember the treatment she had suffered from her mother during the last six months. Had the request for a year"s delay come sooner, it would have been granted; but now it was made after all measures of cruelty had failed. Ten times during the night did she say that she would yield,--and ten times again did she tell herself that were she to yield now, she would be a slave all her life. She had resolved,--whether right or wrong,--still, with a strong mind and a great purpose, that she would not be turned from her way, and when she arose in the morning she was resolved again. She went into her mother"s room and at once declared her purpose. "Mamma, it cannot be.
I am his, and I must not forget him or be ashamed of his name;--no, not for a day."
"Then go from me, thou ungrateful one, hard of heart, unnatural child, base, cruel, and polluted. Go from me, if it be possible, for ever!"
Then did they live for some days separated for a second time, each taking her meals in her own room; and Mrs. Richards, the owner of the lodgings, went again to Mrs. Bluestone, declaring that she was afraid of what might happen, and that she must pray to be relieved from the presence of the ladies. Mrs. Bluestone had to explain that the lodgings had been taken for the quarter, and that a mother and daughter could not be put out into the street merely because they lived on bad terms with each other. The old woman, as was natural, increased her bills;--but that had no effect.
On the 15th of May Lady Anna wrote a note to Daniel Thwaite, and sent a copy of it to her mother before she had posted it. It was in two lines;--
DEAR DANIEL,