"Oh, yes! yes! Thank G.o.d, yes!"
"What a fiend I must be could I injure you! The poor heart we have both overrated shall be yours again, and yours for ever. In my hands it is painted gla.s.s; in the l.u.s.ter of a love like yours it may become a priceless jewel." She turned her head away and pondered a moment, then suddenly offered to Mrs. Vane her hand with n.o.bleness and majesty; "Can you trust me?" The actress too was divinely beautiful now, for her good angel shone through her.
"I could trust you with my life!" was the reply.
"Ah! if I might call you friend, dear lady, what would I not do--suffer--resign--to be worthy that t.i.tle!"
"No, not friend!" cried the warm, innocent Mabel; "sister! I will call you sister. I have no sister."
"Sister!" said Mrs. Woffington. "Oh, do not mock me! Alas! you do not know what you say. That sacred name to me, from lips so pure as yours.
Mrs. Vane," said she, timidly, "would you think me presumptuous if I begged you to--to let me kiss you?"
The words were scarce spoken before Mrs. Vane"s arms were wreathed round her neck, and that innocent cheek laid sweetly to hers.
Mrs. Woffington strained her to her bosom, and two great hearts, whose grandeur the world, worshiper of charlatans, never discovered, had found each other out and beat against each other. A great heart is as quick to find another out as the world is slow.
Mrs. Woffington burst into a pa.s.sion of tears and clasped Mabel tighter and tighter in a half-despairing way. Mabel mistook the cause, but she kissed her tears away.
"Dear sister," said she, "be comforted. I love you. My heart warmed to you the first moment I saw you. A woman"s love and grat.i.tude are something. Ah! you will never find me change. This is for life, look you."
"G.o.d grant it!" cried the other poor woman. "Oh, it is not that, it is not that; it is because I am so little worthy of this. It is a sin to deceive you. I am not good like you. You do not know me!"
"You do not know yourself if you say so!" cried Mabel; and to her hearer the words seemed to come from heaven. "I read faces," said Mabel. "I read yours at sight, and you are what I set you down; and n.o.body must breathe a word against you, not even yourself. Do you think I am blind?
You are beautiful, you are good, you are my sister, and I love you!"
"Heaven forgive me!" thought the other. "How can I resign this angel"s good opinion? Surely Heaven sends this blessed dew to my parched heart!"
And now she burned to make good her promise and earn this virtuous wife"s love. She folded her once more in her arms, and then, taking her by the hand, led her tenderly into Triplet"s inner room. She made her lie down on the bed, and placed pillows high for her like a mother, and leaned over her as she lay, and pressed her lips gently to her forehead.
Her fertile brain had already digested a plan, but she had resolved that this pure and candid soul should take no lessons of deceit. "Lie there,"
said she, "till I open the door: then join us. Do you know what I am going to do? I am not going to restore you your husband"s heart, but to show you it never really left you. You read faces; well, I read circ.u.mstances. Matters are not as you thought," said she, with all a woman"s tact. "I cannot explain, but you will see." She then gave Mrs.
Triplet peremptory orders not to let her charge rise from the bed until the preconcerted signal.
Mrs. Vane was, in fact, so exhausted by all she had gone through that she was in no condition to resist. She cast a look of childlike confidence upon her rival, and then closed her eyes, and tried not to tremble all over and listen like a frightened hare.
It is one great characteristic of genius to do great things with little things. Paxton could see that so small a matter as a greenhouse could be dilated into a crystal palace, and with two common materials--gla.s.s and iron--he raised the palace of the genii; the brightest idea and the n.o.blest ornament added to Europe in this century--the koh-i-noor of the west. Livy"s definition of Archimedes goes on the same ground.
Peg Woffington was a genius in her way. On entering Triplet"s studio her eye fell upon three trifles--Mrs. Vane"s hood and mantle, the back of an old letter, and Mr. Triplet. (It will be seen how she worked these slight materials.) On the letter was written in pencil simply these two words, "Mabel Vane." Mrs. Woffington wrote above these words two more, "Alone and unprotected." She put this into Mr. Triplet"s hand, and bade him take it down stairs and give it Sir Charles Pomander, whose retreat, she knew, must have been fict.i.tious. "You will find him round the corner," said she, "or in some shop that looks this way." While uttering these words she had put on Mrs. Vane"s hood and mantle.
No answer was returned, and no Triplet went out of the door.
She turned, and there he was kneeling on both knees close under her.
"Bid me jump out of that window, madam; bid me kill those two gentlemen, and I will not rebel. You are a great lady, a talented lady; you have been insulted, and no doubt blood will flow. It ought--it is your due; but that innocent lady, do not compromise her!"
"Oh, Mr. Triplet, you need not kneel to me. I do not wish to force you to render me a service. I have no right to dictate to you."
"Oh, dear!" cried Triplet, "don"t talk in that way. I owe you my life, but I think of your own peace of mind, for you are not one to be happy if you injure the innocent!" He rose suddenly, and cried: "Madam, promise me not to stir till I come back!"
"Where are you going?"
"To bring the husband to his wife"s feet, and so save one angel from despair, and another angel from a great crime."
"Well, I suppose you are wiser than I," said she. "But, if you are in earnest, you had better be quick, for somehow I am rather changeable about these people."
"You can"t help that, madam, it is your s.e.x; you are an angel. May I be permitted to kiss your hand? you are all goodness and gentleness at bottom. I fly to Mr. Vane, and we will be back before you have time to repent, and give the Devil the upper hand again, my dear, good, sweet lady!"
Away flew Triplet, all unconscious that he was not Mrs. Woffington"s opponent, but puppet. He ran, he tore, animated by a good action, and spurred by the notion that he was in direct compet.i.tion with the fiend for the possession of his benefactress. He had no sooner turned the corner than Mrs. Woffington, looking out of the window, observed Sir Charles Pomander on the watch, as she had expected. She remained at the window with Mrs. Vane"s hood on, until Sir Charles"s eye in its wanderings lighted on her, and then, dropping Mrs. Vane"s letter from the window, she hastily withdrew.
Sir Charles eagerly picked it up. His eye brightened when he read the short contents. With a self-satisfied smile he mounted the stair.
He found in Triplet"s house a lady who seemed startled at her late hardihood. She sat with her back to the door, her hood drawn tightly down, and wore an air of trembling consciousness. Sir Charles smiled again. He knew the s.e.x, at least he said so. (It is an a.s.sertion often ventured upon.) Accordingly Sir Charles determined to come down from his height, and court nature and innocence in their own tones. This he rightly judged must be the proper course to take with Mrs. Vane. He fell down with mock ardor upon one knee.
The supposed Mrs. Vane gave a little squeak.
"Dear Mrs. Vane," cried he, "be not alarmed; loveliness neglected, and simplicity deceived, insure respect as well as adoration. Ah!" (A sigh.)
"Oh, get up, sir; do, please. Ah!" (A sigh.)
"You sigh, sweetest of human creatures. Ah! why did not a nature like yours fall into hands that would have cherished it as it deserves? Had Heaven bestowed on me this hand, which I take--"
"Oh, please, sir--"
"With the profoundest respect, would I have abandoned such a treasure for an actress?--a Woffington! as artificial and hollow a jade as ever winked at a side box!"
"Is she, sir?"
"Notorious, madam. Your husband is the only man in London who does not see through her. How different are you! Even I, who have no taste for actresses, found myself revived, refreshed, ameliorated by that engaging picture of innocence and virtue you drew this morning; yourself the bright and central figure. Ah, dear angel! I remember all your favorites, and envy them their place in your recollections. Your Barbary mare--"
"Hen, sir!
"Of course I meant hen; and Gray Gillian, his old nurse--"
"No, no, no! she is the mare, sir. He! he! he!"
"So she is. And Dame--Dame--"
"Best!"
"Ah! I knew it. You see how I remember them all. And all carry me back to those innocent days which fleet too soon--days when an angel like you might have weaned me from the wicked pleasures of the town, to the placid delights of a rural existence!"
"Alas, sir!"
"You sigh. It is not yet too late. I am a convert to you; I swear it on this white hand. Ah! how can I relinquish it, pretty fluttering prisoner?"
"Oh, please--"