Mary Seaham

Mary Seaham.

Volume 2.

by Elizabeth Caroline Grey.

CHAPTER I.

Then close and closer, clinging to his side, Frank as the child, and tender as the bride, Words, looks, and tears themselves combine the balm, Lull the fierce pang, and steal the soul to calm!

THE NEW TIMON.

Trevor returned. Arthur Seaham entered the house one afternoon, having been out in the grounds with Mr. de Burgh to find Mary and Eugene in the drawing-room together.

The meeting between the intended brothers-in-law was cordial enough to satisfy even Mary"s anxious wishes on the occasion, and she was delighted to sit by Eugene"s side and hear the two converse together with the ease and fluency of those who have made up their minds to like, and to be liked by the other. Arthur, standing up before the fire, his clear eyes all the while scanning, with a critical interest he attempted not much to disguise, the countenance and expression of his sister"s undeniably handsome intended--a scrutiny which, had Mary"s love for Eugene been of a less a.s.sured and confiding character, might have made her a little nervous for the result, for she knew well her brother Arthur"s glance to be a very Ithuriel spear in the way of discernment and discrimination; that although so young and guileless of heart, when compared with many of his age, he was clearer and wiser of head than many of more years and greater worldly experience, and that no outward gloss, no specious disguise could blind or beguile him to bestow admiration or approval where it was not deserved.

As it was, since he had prepared her for his being very critically disposed, she was obliged to rest satisfied, when, the first time they were alone together after this opening interview, Arthur p.r.o.nounced his decided satisfaction as to the good looks of his intended brother-in-law, but to her more anxious question, of "And you really like him?" he replied; "And I am sure I shall really like him very much when he has proved himself as thoroughly good a husband as I can desire for my dear Mary."

She laughed, and told him he was very cautious, but she must make allowances, poor fellow! for she still believed him to be a little bit jealous; an imputation well founded or not, as it might be, Arthur did not attempt to contradict; and perhaps--particularly as time went on, and day after day he saw more plainly in how strong a manner was his sister"s heart enthralled by this her new affection--how hopelessly the stream of former interests, former feeling had turned into this new-formed channel. How, though he had found her sisterly love still unimpaired, it could now form but a tributary stream to the full abounding river which had arisen to engulph her heart; nay, more, experiencing how He, the once chief object of her affection, had become as nothing in comparison with the exalted place he had before held in her regard, how in her lover"s presence he must feel himself as nothing, or even _de trop_--and in his absence but the temporary subst.i.tute, ill able to divert the yearning sigh, the longing look, the anxious thought for the beloved one"s return.

No wonder if the young man did experience, as many are compelled to suffer under similar circ.u.mstances, a sensation slightly a.n.a.logous to the one of which his sister had playfully accused him--and therefore was compelled to be still more watchful over himself, lest such sentiment might in any degree interfere with the just and unprejudiced estimate he desired to take of Eugene Trevor"s merits.

""Tis difficult to see another, A pa.s.sing stranger of a day, Who never hath been friend or brother, Pluck with a look her heart away; "Tis difficult at once to crush The rebel murmur in the breast, To press the heart to earth, and hush Its bitter jealousy to rest, And difficult--the eye gets dim, The lip wants power to smile on _Him_."

But on one point Arthur Seaham soon became fully satisfied, and much did it tend to overcome any invidious promptings of the heart against his future brother; for the young man"s love towards his sister was in the main most essentially unselfish. Day by day showed him only more surely, not only how she loved Eugene--but the ardour and devotion with which she was also beloved by him.

It was impossible to be daily and hourly the witness of their intercourse--to watch the anxiety with which he regarded her every motion; the earnest attention with which he hung upon her every word--the adoring affection with which he gazed upon her sweet expressive countenance, and not be a.s.sured that his love was, for the present at least, deep, earnest and sincere?

And was not this enough to disarm the brother of all present criticism, and divert the more close and jealous inquiry which must come hereafter.

To continue in the words of that favourite poet, from which we find ourselves so often quoting, as coming so naturally and gracefully to our aid in description of the present case.

"I never spoke of wealth or race To one who asked so much from me; I looked but in my sister"s face, And mused if she would happier be; And I began to watch his mood, And feel with him love"s trembling care, And bade G.o.d bless him as he wooed That loving girl so fond and fair."

And Trevor--he was able with perfect sincerity and unreserve to satisfy Mary"s mind as to his unfeigned admiration and approval of her darling brother. There was no jealousy to interfere here, on his part.

Jealousy? Ah! the most p.r.o.ne to such infirmity, could with difficulty have conjured up the shadow of an excuse for similar weakness in his case. Had he not won over--secured to himself as much, quite as much exclusive love as he could either desire or deserve? Besides, we have by this time perceived that Trevor was by no means a man unable to appreciate the good and beautiful in mind and character; and how much of these were to be found in his young brother-in-law elect! He entered with the most kindly interest into his plans and prospects for the future, and often as he watched Arthur Seaham"s countenance--as to all professing any interest in the matter, he with open-hearted animation discoursed, or laid before them his views or intentions connected with his future career--the half regretful, half admiring gaze with which Eugene Trevor regarded the young man, might have seemed to express the question to be rising in his mind, as to when he could remember to have been so young, so pure, so fresh, so open, happy-hearted.

When indeed?

Perhaps never, Eugene Trevor; for there are minds, in which--like the fruits and flowers of foreign climes, matured by the sunshine of an hour--pa.s.sions, tastes, principles, incompatible with youth and purity and openness of heart, have either, by nature or the foreign sun of circ.u.mstances, struck their roots and flourished in the very morning of their possessors" lives, and thus, their very youth has been like age.

Once Arthur Seaham rode over to Montrevor with Eugene Trevor. He came back in high spirits, pleased with the place, and amused with the expedition altogether.

"You will have a fine old home, Mary," he said, "some of these days, for Trevor tells me everything will be altered, whenever the house is his, and that during his father"s lifetime, he does not suppose you and he will be a great deal there, but live in London, and other places, which perhaps is as well, considering it might be rather a gloomy home for a permanence if matters continued as they now are; what with the dear old close father, and that fine-lady housekeeper, from whom I received a very cynical glance, as I stumbled upon her in the pa.s.sage, and who holds, it seems, such a tight hand over her master and his establishment. But I don"t object to the old gentleman himself, either.

No! he is a rare old Solomon, and was very civil and flattering to me, with reference to his approval of his son"s choice of such a modest, discreet, well-behaved young lady, for my sister. He even was so kind as to make amends for a very indifferent luncheon--(Trevor was obliged to give me on the sly) by presenting me at parting with an excellent piece of advice. His son had begun enlightening him as to my intention of entering upon the profession of the law, for the purpose of making money, which I saw at once raised me immeasurably in his estimation, and leading me aside when we were about to start, with so mysterious and important an expression, that I began to imagine that the jolly old fellow was going to present me with five hundred pounds on the spot, he whispered anxiously in my ears, as if my very life depended on what he was about to say:

""That"s right, young Sir, that"s right--make money--make it as long and as much as you can. Make money--make money--and then," with a very expressive and emphatic pause, "and then--keep it.""

Mary could not help laughing at her brother"s ludicrous description, though she told him he was an impertinent boy, thus to deride the foibles of her venerable father-in-law. As to anything in his character--or even aught with reference to Marryott, as at all affecting her happiness at Montrevor--seemed to cast no shade of anxiety over her mind. On this point she was as uncareful and unforeseeing as became those traits in her general character we have before remarked.

"By the bye," exclaimed her brother, either _a-propos_ to reflections to which his late visits at Montrevor had given rise, or with reference to hints Mr. de Burgh had once or twice let fall upon the subject, "by the bye, I want to ask you what has become of Trevor"s unfortunate brother?"

Mary was unable to give the required information.

"The fact is," she said, "the idea is one so very painful, even to me, that I never bring a subject forward which must undoubtedly be one doubly distasteful and distressing to Eugene. He never broaches it himself--I will, however, ask him the question whenever I may have the opportunity. It might be a comfort to him if I once broke the ice and conversed with him sometimes on the subject."

It was therefore in consequence of this kindly intentioned resolve, that one day when walking alone with Eugene through the park home from church, he--talking in a more confidential tone than was his usual wont, on matters connected with his family affairs, and affecting their future prospects--she placed her hand on his, and with the gentlest, tenderest sympathy in her tone and manner, murmured, "And where, Eugene, is your poor brother?" But she repented ere the words had pa.s.sed her lips; for Eugene perceptibly started, and paused abruptly for a single moment, turning a wild, quick glance upon her, whilst though he answered but by the single word "Abroad!" it was enough to show that his voice was thick and husky as he thus replied. In a moment, however, he seemed to recover himself from the very great shock her abrupt, and as she feared, ill-judged question had occasioned him, and pa.s.sing his hand across his brow, quickly pursued his way.

Grieved at what she had done, Mary walked on in silence; till Eugene, as if he feared she must have been impressed by the signs of emotion into which he had been surprised, suddenly began to laugh, although the laugh had in it a tone constrained and unnatural.

"I fear, Mary, I frightened you just now," he said, "but the fact is, you rather frightened me by your sudden question. It sounded almost as solemn and startling as the same inquiry must have done to Cain after--after you know what wicked deed."

"Indeed, dear Eugene?" Mary answered with concern, yet inwardly surprised at the careless tone and manner her lover had now a.s.sumed with reference to that distressing subject.

"I am sorry, very sorry, I pained you by my abruptness, but the sad subject was so much in my thoughts at the moment, and I had so long wished to ask you something about your poor brother, that--"

"Oh yes--of course--certainly, my dearest Mary, I quite understand, and shall be very glad to give you some information concerning the poor fellow. Just at the first start you must suppose it rather painful to bring myself to think or speak upon, as you justly observe, so very sad a subject. My poor brother is, as I said before, abroad, travelling I believe--of course under guardianship. He was," and his voice faltered as if from strong emotion, "he was in confinement for a very short time, but that, thank G.o.d! was found unnecessary; and now, as I told you, he is abroad. I cannot say exactly where just now."

And having hurriedly uttered these particulars, the delivery of which seemed to cost him much, he pa.s.sed his handkerchief over his brow, on which, even in this clear fresh November atmosphere, there had been wrung forth some burning drops--and hastened on his pale and pitying companion, who gently pressed his arm in silent token of her love and sympathy.

"Mary," he murmured in a low agitated tone, fervently returning that mute acknowledgment, "Mary, you will never forsake me?"

"Forsake you, Eugene! why should I forsake you?"

"Not even if they told you I was unworthy of you--if they tried to separate us by lies and false inventions?"

"Dear--dear, Eugene, what can make you talk thus?--forsake you! never: even if they were so wicked. Why even if you were really what they represented--"

"What--what? you would not forsake me _then_?"

"Cain"s wife forsook not her husband, and yet his crime was greater than anything you could ever have committed," she answered in a gentle, cheerful voice.

"True--true--true," hurriedly he replied, (but why had he been fool enough to put Cain into her head?)--"True, dear Mary, you are an angel, but then Cain"s faithful friend was his wife. I meant, if _before_ we were married, they tried to separate us by such measures,--or if for instance," he added quite cheerfully and naturally, "if, as you quite seem to think possible, I am sorry to perceive, I did turn out a villain."

"Then," Mary answered firmly and gravely, "the course of conduct I must pursue would be a question of right and wrong; it is difficult for me indeed, to realize to myself such a position of affairs; but I know--I feel," with a self-accusing sigh, "what my heart would at present dictate--that I could never of my own accord forsake you, Eugene--never could cancel the engagement which binds us to each other--unless indeed," she added, "you, Eugene, should desire it."

"_I_ desire, it!" he repeated with a laugh of tender scorn, "what in the world could now arise to render our separation, for a day even, desirable in my eyes? No, the time will soon be here when, you know, Mary, what you have promised--that we shall never again be obliged to part."

Strange--strange world of contradiction; strange indeed, that in so very brief a s.p.a.ce of time the same enthusiastic speaker should be the first--

But we must not antic.i.p.ate.

CHAPTER II.