He sent this off by his cabman, and went into the breakfast-room in a state of mind easier to imagine than to describe.
The party were all seated, and his the only vacant place.
It was like a hundred other weddings at which he had been; and, seeing the bride and bridegroom seated together as usual, and the pretty bridemaids t.i.ttering, as usual, and the gentle dullness lighted up with here and there a feeble jest, as usual, he could hardly realize that horrible things lay beneath the surface of all this snowy bride-cake, and flowers, and white veils, and weak jocoseness.
He stared, bowed, and sunk into his place like a man in a dream.
Bridemaids became magnetically conscious that an incongruous element had entered; so they t.i.ttered. At what does sweet silly seventeen not t.i.tter?
Knives and forks clattered, champagne popped, and Dr. Amboyne was more perplexed and miserable than he had ever been. He had never encountered a more hopeless situation.
Presently Lally came and touched the bridegroom. He apologized, and left the room a moment.
Lally then told him to be on his guard, for the fat doctor knew something. He had come tearing up in a fly, and had been dreadfully put out when he found Miss Carden was gone to the church.
"Well, but he might merely wish to accompany her to the church: he is an old friend."
Lally shook his head and said there was much more in it than that; he could tell by the man"s eye, and his uneasy way. "Master, dear, get out of this, for heaven"s sake, as fast as ye can."
"You are right; go and order the carriage round, as soon as the horses can be put to."
Coventry then went hastily back to the bridal guests, and Lally ran to the neighboring inn which furnished the four post-horses.
Coventry had hardly settled down in his chair before he cast a keen but furtive glance at Dr. Amboyne"s face.
Then he saw directly that the doctor"s mind was working, and that he was secretly and profoundly agitated.
But, after all, he thought, what could the man know? And if he had known any thing, would he have kept it to himself?
Still he judged it prudent to propitiate Dr. Amboyne; so, when the time came for the usual folly of drinking healths, he leaned over to him, and, in the sweetest possible voice, asked him if he would do them both the honor to propose the bride"s health.
At this unexpected call from Mr. Coventry, Dr. Amboyne stared in the bridegroom"s face. He stared at him so that other people began to stare.
Recovering himself a little, he rose mechanically, and surprised every body who knew him.
Instead of the easy gayety natural to himself and proper to the occasion, he delivered a few faltering words of affection for the bride; then suddenly stopped, and, after a pause, said, "But some younger man must foretell her the bright career she deserves. I am unfit. We don"t know what an hour may bring forth." With this he sunk into his chair.
An uneasy grin, and then a gloom, fell on the bright company at these strange words, and all looked at one another uncomfortably.
But this situation was unexpectedly relieved. The young curate rose, and said, "I accept the honor Dr. Amboyne is generous enough to transfer to the younger gentlemen of the party--accept it with pride."
Starting from this exordium, he p.r.o.nounced, with easy volubility, a charming panegyric on the bride, congratulated her friends, and then congratulated himself on being the instrument to unite her in holy wedlock with a gentleman worthy of her affection. Then, a.s.suming for one moment the pastor, he p.r.o.nounced a blessing on the pair, and sat down, casting glances all round out of a pair of singularly restless eyes.
The loud applause that followed left him in no doubt as to the favorable effect he had produced. Coventry, in particular, looked most expressively grateful.
The bridegroom"s health followed, and Coventry returned thanks in a speech so neat and well delivered that Grace felt proud of his performance.
Then the carriage and four came round, and Coventry gave Grace an imploring glance on which she acted at once, being herself anxious to escape from so much publicity. She made her courtesies, and retired to put on her traveling-dress.
Then Dr. Amboyne cursed his own indecision, but still could not make up his mind, except to tell Raby, and make him the judge what course was best.
The gayety, never very boisterous, began to flag altogether; when suddenly a noise was heard outside, and one or two young people, who darted unceremoniously to the window, were rewarded by the sight of a man and a woman struggling and quarreling at the gate. The disturbance in question arose thus: Jael Dence, looking out of Grace"s window, saw the postman coming, and ran to get Grace her letters (if any) before she went.
The postman, knowing her well, gave her the one letter there was.
Lally, returning from the inn, where he had stopped one unlucky minute to drain a gla.s.s, saw this, and ran after Jael and caught her just inside the gate.
"That is for me," said he, rudely.
"Nay, it"s for thy betters, young man; "tis for Miss Grace Carden."
"She is Mrs. Coventry now, so give it me."
"I"ll take her orders first."
On this Lally grabbed at it and caught Jael"s right hand, which closed directly on the letter like a vise.
"Are these your manners?" said she. "Give over now."
"I tell you I will have it!" said he, fiercely, for he had caught sight of the handwriting.
He seized her hand and applied his knuckles to the back of it with all his force. That hurt her, and she gave a cry, and twisted away from him and drew back; then, putting her left hand to his breast, she gave a great yaw, and then a forward rush with her mighty loins, and a contemporaneous shove with her amazing left arm, that would have pushed down some brick walls, and the weight and strength so suddenly applied sent Lally flying like a feather. His head struck the stone gate-post, and he measured his length under it.
Jael did not know how completely she had conquered him, and she ran in with a face as red as fire, and took the letter up to Grace, and was telling her, all in a heat, about the insolence of her new husband"s Irish servant, when suddenly she half recognized the handwriting, and stood staring at it, and began to tremble.
"Why, what is the matter?" said Grace.
"Oh, nothing, miss. I"m foolish. The writing seems to me like a writing we shall never see again." And she stood and trembled still more, for the handwriting struck her more and more.
Grace ran to her, and at the very first glance uttered a shriek of recognition. She caught it from Jael, tore it open, saw the signature, and sunk into a chair, half fainting, with the letter pressed convulsively to her breast.
Jael, trembling, but comparatively self-possessed, ran to the door directly and locked it.
"My darling! my darling! he is alive! The dear words, they swim before my eyes. Read! read! tell me what he says. Why has he abandoned me? He has not abandoned me! O G.o.d! what have I done? what have I done?"
Before that letter was half read, or rather sobbed, out to her, Grace tore off all her bridal ornaments and trampled them under her feet, and moaned, and twisted, and writhed as if her body was being tortured as well as her heart; for Henry was true as ever, and she had married a villain.
She took the letter from Jael, and devoured every word; though she was groaning and sobbing with the wildest agony all the time.
"NEW YORK, July 18th.
"MY OWN DEAREST GRACE,--I write you these few lines in wonder and pain.
I have sent you at least fifteen letters, and in most of them I have begged you to write to me at the Post-office, New York; yet not one line is here to greet me in your dear handwriting. Yet my letters must have all reached Woodbine Villa, or why are they not sent back? Of three letters I sent to my mother, two have been returned from Aberystwith, marked, "Gone away, and not left her address."
"I have turned this horrible thing every way in my mind, and even prayed G.o.d to a.s.sist my understanding; and I come back always to the same idea that some scoundrel has intercepted my letters.
"The first of these I wrote at the works on the evening I left Hillsborough; the next I wrote from Boston, after my long illness, in great distress of mind on your account; for I put myself in your place, and thought what agony it would be to me if nine weeks pa.s.sed, and no word from you. The rest were written from various cities, telling you I was making our fortune, and should soon be home. Oh, I can not write of such trifles now!