So I rested calmly until the afternoon, with Mrs. Clayton sewing silently by my side, when with a little tap Lady Anastasia (or Mrs.
Raymond, as she declared she preferred to be called by "Americans") entered, bearing a basket in her hand, and wearing on her head a Dunstable bonnet simply trimmed, which she came, she said, to place, along with other articles of dress, at my disposal.
It had not occurred to me before that, in order to go on sh.o.r.e respectably clad, some attire very different from a bed-gown would be essential, and I could but feel grateful for such proofs of unselfish consideration on the part of strangers, pitying both my indigence and imbecility, and so expressed myself.
In accordance with their generous intentions, I submitted myself to be arrayed by Mrs. Clayton and her mistress: first, in the flimsy black silk gown now completed, on which I had seen my attendant working when I first unclosed my eyes after long unconsciousness, and the measure of which she had taken, while I lay in this condition, as coolly in all probability as an undertaker measures a corpse for its shroud; secondly, in a cardinal of the same material, a wrapping cut in the shape in vogue at that period; thirdly, in certain loosely-fitting boots and gloves with which I was fain to cover up my naked feet and blistered hands _in forma pauperis_; and, lastly, in the collarette and cuffs provided by the economic and considerate Lady Anastasia, composed of cotton lace!
The Dunstable bonnet was hung upon a peg in readiness, and I was kindly counseled to lie still, "accoutred as I was," and exhausted by means of such accoutrement as I felt, until evening should find us riding in our harbor.
Then there was a little, low consulting at the door with the renowned "ship"s doctor," who positively refused to approach me because he had just come from a case of ship-fever in the steerage, which he feared to communicate to one in my precarious state, but who sent in his imperative orders that I should have soup and sherry-cobbler forthwith, and try and build up my strength for the time of debarkation--speaking in a low, growling voice divested of its former clearness, but still strangely resembling that of Basil Bainrothe!
"The poor man is so f.a.gged out," said Mrs. Clayton, as she brought in my broth and wine, "that his very voice is changed. He is a good soul, and has shown you great interest. Some day you must send him a present, that is, if you are able; but just now all you have to think of is getting safe ash.o.r.e. Lady Anastasia will go to her friends, probably, or to those of the gentleman she is engaged to; but I do not mean to forsake you until I see you better, and in good hands."
I know not how it was that my heart sank so strangely at this announcement. The woman was kind--tender, even--and had probably saved my life, and yet her presence to me was a punishment worse than pain, a positive evil greater than any other.
"I shall go to the Astor House," I faltered. "The captain has promised me his escort thither."
"Yes, yes, I know, he has told me all about it; but your friends may not be in waiting, and it is simply our duty to see you in their hands. And now drink your sangaree. See, I have broken a biscuit in the gla.s.s, and it is well seasoned with lemon and nutmeg. There, now, that is right; a few spoonfuls of soup, and you will feel strengthened for your undertaking. I will sit quietly in the corner until you have your rest."
"No, I prefer to see Christian Garth before I try to sleep--the man who steered our raft--and the young girl he saved, and the baby--let them all come to me, and we will go on sh.o.r.e together."
I spoke these words with a sort of desperation, as though they contained my last hope of justice or protection from a fate which, however obscurely, seemed to threaten me, as we feel the thunder-storm brooding in the tranquil atmosphere of summer.
"Christian Garth!" she repeated, looking at me over her tortoise-sh.e.l.l spectacles, and, quietly drawing out a snuffbox of the same material, she proceeded to fill her narrow nostrils therewith. "Why, that s.h.a.ggy-looking old sailor, and the girl, and the old negro woman and child, went on sh.o.r.e at daylight this morning. He hailed a Jersey craft, and they all left together. It is perfectly understood, though, that the child is to be returned to you if you desire its company, but, if I were situated as you are, and sure of its safety, I would never want to see it again. It would be better off dead than living anyhow, under the circ.u.mstances, poor, deformed creature--better for both of you."
The words came to me distinctly, yet as if from an immense distance, and I seemed to see the small chamber lengthening as if it had been a telescope unfolding, and the sallow woman with her hateful smile and tightly-knotted, brindled hair seated in diminished size and distinctness at its farthest extremity.
So had I felt on that fearful night when Evelyn had made her revelation and received mine, and I did not doubt, even in my sinking state, that I was under the influence of a powerful anodyne.
"Call the ship"s doctor--I am dying!" were the last words I remember to have articulated; then all was dark, and hours went by, of deep, unconscious sleep.
It was night when I felt myself drawn to my feet, and roused to life by the repeated applications of cold water to my face, "The anodyne was over-powerful," I heard Mrs. Raymond say. "It is a shame to tamper with such strong medicines."
"Oh, she has strength for any thing!" was Clayton"s rejoinder. "I never saw such a const.i.tution--and he knew what he was doing."
"No doubt of that.--But, dear Miss Miriam, do speak to me. I am so frightened at your lethargic condition.--I declare I am sorry I ever consented to have any thing to do with this matter! See how she stands.
I cannot think it was right, Clayton, I cannot, indeed; I dislike the whole drama."
"Do be quiet! She is coming to herself fast, and what will she think of such expressions? You never had any self-control in your life, and you are playing for great stakes now." These last words in a hoa.r.s.e whisper.
"Nonsense! mother."
"Again! How often must I warn you?"
"Well, Clayton, then, now and forever."
"Here! rouse up, little one! We are fast anch.o.r.ed in port, and the captain is waiting for us, for we go part of the way together, and our escorts have all failed us--yours and mine. Nice fellows, are they not?"
I sat up and looked about me bewildered; yet I had heard distinctly every word spoken in the last few minutes, and remembered them for future observance, without having had the power to move or articulate a remonstrance.
"Now, drink this strong coffee, and all will be well again," said Clayton, putting a cup of the smoking beverage to my lips, which I swallowed eagerly, instinctively. The effect was instantaneous, and I was able to speak and stand, as well as hear and comprehend, while my bonnet was being tied on, and my throat m.u.f.fled in a veil, by the dexterous fingers of Lady Anastasia.
When this process was completed, she stooped down and kissed me, and I felt a hot tear fall upon my cheek as she rose again. In the next moment I was clinging to the captain"s arm, with a spasmodic feeling of relief for which I could ill account. We pa.s.sed across the plank which connected the ship with the sh.o.r.e in utter darkness, guided by a twinkling light far ahead, borne by a seaman, reached the dusky quay, with its few flaring lamps, made dim by drizzling rain and summer mist, and before many minutes we paused before one of a long line of coaches.
The captain handed me in, then, standing before the open door, seemed to await the coming of some other person before taking his own place--the dreaded Clayton, I knew; but I could not remonstrate against what seemed an ordinary courtesy, and perhaps a step suggested by his innate notions of propriety.
At any other time I might have agreed with him; but, feeble as I was, and still bewildered, my whole object seemed to be to escape from the sphere and power of those women, who had been most kind to me, yet whom I instinctively dreaded and abhorred.
They came together, the mother and daughter, in their travesty of mistress and maid--enough of itself to excite suspicion of foul play--and climbed up the rickety steps of the hackney-coach, rejoicing over their victim. It mattered not; the captain would make the fourth pa.s.senger, and in his shadow I felt there were strength and security.
"What are you waiting for, Captain Van Dorne?" I had just feebly asked, as the door snapped-to, and the driver mounted his box. A hand was thrust through the window for all reply, and a card dropped upon my lap, which I hastened to secure in the depths of my pocket. By the merest chance, I found it there on the morrow, and later I comprehended its import, so mysterious to me at the moment of perusal.
"My poor young lady, you must forgive me for disappointing you, and hidin" the truth, for your own sake. May G.o.d bless and restore you, and bring you to a proper sense of his mercies, is the prayer of your servant to command,
"JOSEPH VAN DORNE."
My frame of mind was a very different one when I read this scrawl, from that which bewildered and oppressed me on that never-to-be-forgotten night of suffering and distress, both mental and physical. Formed of those elements which readily react, courage and calmness had returned to me before I read the oracle of our worthy shipmaster; for, in spite of his disastrous dealing with me on that occasion, misguided as he was by others, I have reason to so consider him.
But now the influence of the drug that had been given me so recently, doubtless through want of judgment, by the ship"s doctor, was felt in every nerve; and, as the carriage rolled up the stony quay, I clung convulsively to Mrs. Raymond, and buried my face and aching forehead in her shoulder, with a strange revulsion of feeling.
"You dread the darkness," she said, kindly, putting her arm around me as she spoke; "but it is only for a time; we shall soon come out into the open lamplight of--"
"Broadway, New York," interrupted Clayton, sententiously; "a very poor sight to see, to one who has lived abroad. Have you ever crossed the waters, Miss Miriam? But I see you are quite faint and overcome. Here, smell this ether, that the ship"s doctor put up expressly for your use, and recommended highly as a new restorative much in fashion in Paris."
Had the ship"s doctor no name, then, that they never mentioned it, and that he spoke in a demon"s voice? His doses I had proved, and was resolved to take no more of them, and I pushed away the phial, whose cold gla.s.s nose was thrust obtrusively against my own--pushed it away with all my strength, fast ebbing away as this was, even as I made the effort.
The cruel potion had possession of me, and entered into every fibre of my brain through the avenues prepared for it by the treacherous anodyne; so that, enervated and intoxicated, I yielded pa.s.sively, after a brief struggle, to the power of the then newly-invented sedative, called chloroform.
When the carriage stopped, or whither it transported me, or who lifted my insensible form to the chamber prepared for me, I know not--never knew. There was a faint reviving, I remember; a process of disrobing gone through by the aid of foreign a.s.sistance (whose, I recognized not), then I slumbered profoundly and securely through the entire night, to recover no clearness of perception until a late hour on the following morning.
CHAPTER VI.
I awoke, as I had done of old, after one of my lethargic seizures, from a deep, unrefreshing slumber, with a lingering sense about me of drowsiness and even fatigue.
I found myself lying on a broad, canopied bedstead, the ma.s.sive posts of which were of wrought rosewood, bare of draperies, as became the season, save at the head-board, behind which a heavy curtain was dropped of rose-colored damask satin.
Of the same rich material were composed the tester and the lightly-quilted coverlet, thrown across the foot of the bed, over a fine white Ma.r.s.eilles counterpane.
The chimney immediately opposite to me, as I lay, was of black marble, and, instead of graceful Greek _caryatides_, bandaged mummies, or Egyptian figures, supported the heavy shelf that surmounted the polished grate. In the centre of this ma.s.sive mantel-slab was placed a huge bronze clock, and candelabra of the same material graced its corners.
In either recess of this chimney rosewood doors were situated, one of which stood invitingly ajar, disclosing the bath-room, into which it opened, with its accessories of white marble.
The other, firmly closed, seemed to be the outlet of the chamber--its only one--with the exception of the four large Venetian windows, two on either side of me as I lay, the sashes of which, warm as the season was, were drawn closely down.
The furniture of this s.p.a.cious chamber to which, as if by the touch of a magician"s wand, I found myself transported, was throughout solid and of elegant forms, consisting as it did of _armoire_, toilet-table, bookcase, _etagere_, writing and flower stands, tables and chairs, of the richest rosewood.