"Le perfide!" was the smothered e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of his fair friend on receiving this gratifying intelligence from her dejected parents, thus compelled to relinquish their last feeble hope of seeing their darling united to the husband of their choice. To the darling herself the new return of Walter became suddenly an object of tender interest. Nothing could be so natural as her immediate anxiety to express this impatience in a reply to his last letter, and nothing could be more natural than that she should fall into a paroxysm of nervous irritation at the frustration of this amiable design, by the daring desertion of her charge-d"affaires. But she was too proud to send for her, or to her: it would look like acknowledgment of error. She would "die first," and "the little impertinent would return of her own accord, humble enough, no doubt, and she _should_ be humbled." But for the next two days nothing was heard or seen of "the little impertinent" at the Chateau de St Hilaire. On the third, still no sign of her repentance, by reappearance, word, or token. On the fourth, Adrienne"s resolution could hold out against her necessities no longer, and she was on the point of going herself in quest of the guilty Madelaine, when she learned the astounding tidings that Walter had been five days returned to Caen, and on that very morning when the news first reached her,----
But Walter"s proceedings must be briefly related more veraciously than by the blundering tongue of common rumour, which reported them to Adrienne. He had returned to Caen, and to the hospitable home of his English friends, to whose ear, of course, he confided his tale of disappointed hopes. But, as it should seem by the mirthful bearing of the small party a.s.sembled that night round the supper-table after his affecting disclosure, not only had it failed in exciting sympathy for the abused lover, but he himself, by some unaccountable caprice, was, to all appearance, the happiest of the social group.
Grave matters, as well as trivial, were, however, debated that night round the supper-table of the English party; and of the four a.s.sembled, as neither had attained the coolness and experience of twenty-six complete summers, and two of the four (the married pair) had forfeited all pretensions to worldly wisdom by a romantic love-match, it is not much to be wondered at that Prudence was scarcely admitted to a share in the consultation, and that she was unanimously outvoted in conclusion.
The cabinet council sat till past midnight, yet Walter Barnard was awake next morning, and "stirring with the lark," and brushing the dew-drops from the wild-brier sprays, as he bounded by them through the fields, on his way to----_not_ St Hilaire.
Again in the gloaming he was espied by the miller"s wife, threading the same path to the same trysting-place--for that it _was_ a trysting-place she had ocular demonstration--and again the next day matins and vespers were as duly said by the same parties in the same oratory, and Dame Simonne was privy to the same, and yet she had not whispered her knowledge even to the reeds. How much longer the unnatural retention might have continued, would have been a curious metaphysical question, had not circ.u.mstances, interfering with the ends of science, hurried on an "unforeseen conclusion."
On the third morning the usual tryst was kept at the accustomed place, at an earlier hour than on the preceding days; but shorter parley sufficed on this occasion, for the two who met there with no cold greeting, turned together into the pleasant path, so lately traced on his way from the town with beating heart, by one who retraced his footsteps even more eagerly, with the timid companion, who went consentingly, but not self-excused.
Sharp and anxious was the watch kept by the miller"s wife for the return of the pair, whose absence for the next two hours she was at no loss to account for; but they tarried beyond that period, and Dame Simonne was growing fidgety at their non-appearance, when she caught sight of their advancing figures, at the same moment that the gate of the Manoir swung open, and forth issued the stately forms of Madame and Mesdemoiselles du Resnel!
Dame Simonne"s senses were well-nigh confounded at the sight, and well they might, for well she knew what one so unusual portended--and there was no time--not a moment--not a possibility to warn the early pedestrians who were approaching, so securely unconscious of the impending crisis. They were to have parted as before at the Manoir gate--to have parted for many months of separation--one to return to England, the other to her nearer home, till such time as----. But the whole prudential project was in a moment overset. The last winding of the path was turned, and the advancing parties stood confronted! For a moment, mute, motionless as statues--a smile of malicious triumph on the countenances of Mesdemoiselles du Resnel--on that of their dignified mother, a stern expression of concentrated wrath, inexorable, implacable. But her speech was even more calm and deliberate than usual, as she requested to know what business of importance had led the young lady so far from her home at that early hour, and to what fortunate chance she was indebted for the escort of Monsieur Barnard? The _grand secret_ might still have been kept. Walter was about to speak--he scarce knew what--perhaps to divulge _in part_--for to tell all prematurely was ruin to them both. But before he could articulate a word, Madame du Resnel repeated her interrogatory in a tone of more peremptory sternness, and la pet.i.te Madelaine, trembling at this sound, quailing under the cold and searching gaze that accompanied it, and all unused to the arts of deception and prevarication, sank on her knees where she had stopped at some distance from her incensed parent, and faltered out with uplifted hands,--"Mais--mais, maman! je viens de me marier!"
The truth was told--the full, the simple truth--and no sooner told than Walter"s better nature rejoiced at the disclosure, rejoiced at its release from the debasing shackles imposed by worldly considerations, and grateful to the young ingenuous creature whose impulsive honesty had saved them both from perseverance in the dangerous paths of deception, even at the cost of those important advantages which might have resulted from a temporary concealment of their union. Tenderly raising and supporting her he was now free to call his own in the sight of men and angels, he drew her gently towards the incensed parent, the expected storm of whose just wrath he prepared himself to meet respectfully, and to deprecate with all due humility. But the preparation proved perfectly unnecessary. Madame du Resnel, whose rigidity of feature had relaxed into no change of line or muscle indicative of surprise or emotion at her daughter"s abrupt confession, now listened with equally imperturbable composure to Walter"s rather hurried and confused attempts at excusing what was, in the strict sense, inexcusable; and to his frank and manly professions of attachment to her daughter, and of his desire, if he might be received as a son by that daughter"s mother, to prove, by every act of his future life, his sense of such generous forgiveness.
Having heard him to the end, with the most exemplary patience and faultless good-breeding, Madame du Resnel begged to a.s.sure Monsieur Barnard, that, "so far from a.s.suming to herself any right of censure over him or his actions, past, present, or to come, she begged leave to a.s.sure him she was incapable of such impertinent interference; and that, with regard to the lady who had ceased to be her daughter on becoming the wife of Monsieur Barnard, she resigned from that moment all claims on the duty she had violated, and all control over her future actions.
Les effets appartenant a Mademoiselle Madelaine du Resnel--[poor little Madelaine, few and little worth were thy worldly goods!]--should be ready for delivery to any authorised claimant." "Au reste"--Madame du Resnel had the honour to felicitate Monsieur and Madame Barnard on their auspicious union, and to wish them a very good morning--an adieu sans au revoir--with which tender conclusion she dropped a profound and dignified curtsy, and with her attendant daughters (who dutifully followed the maternal example) pa.s.sed through the gate of the Manoir, and closed it after her, with no violence, but a deliberate firmness, that spoke to those without more convincingly than words could have expressed it--"Henceforward, and for ever, this barrier is closed against you."
That moment was one of bitterness to the new-made wife--to the discarded daughter; and, for a time, all the feelings that had led to her violation of filial duty--all the excuses she had framed to herself for breaking its sacred obligations--all the "shortcomings" of love she had been subjected to in her own home--and all--ay, even all the love, pa.s.sing speech, which had bound up her life with Walter Barnard"s--all was forgotten--merged in one absorbing agony of distress, at the sudden and violent wrench-asunder of Nature"s first and holiest ties. She clung to the side-post of the old gate that opened to her paternal domain--to the house of her fathers. She kissed the bars that excluded her for ever. Was it for ever? A gleam of hope brightened in her streaming eyes--"Her dear Armand! Le pet.i.t frere would return to the Manoir, and _he_ would never shut its gates against poor Madelaine."
Her husband availed himself of the auspicious moment; he encouraged her hopes, and she listened with the eager simplicity of a child; he spoke words of comfort, and she was comforted; of love, and she forgot her fault and her remorse--her home--her friends--the world--and everything in it but himself.
Three days from that ever-memorable morning, la pet.i.te Madelaine stood with her husband upon English ground, but for him, a stranger in a strange land--the portionless bride of a poor subaltern. For though she had brought with her all the "effets" which, through Madame"s special indulgence, she had been permitted to remove from her own little turret-chamber, they helped but poorly towards the future menage, consisting only of her scanty wardrobe, a few books (her most precious property), a little embroidered purse, containing a louis-d"or, sundry old silver coins, and pieces de dix sous, a bonbonniere full of dragees, a birthday present from le pet.i.t frere, a gold etui, the gift of her grandmother, and a pair of silver sugar-tongs, the bequest of old Jeannette. To this splendid inventory she was, however, graciously allowed to annex the transfer of honest Roland, her father"s ancient servitor, who, as if endowed with rational comprehension, made shift to leap into the cart which conveyed to Caen the poor possessions of his master"s daughter, and came crouching to her feet, with looks and actions needing no interpretation to speak intelligibly--"Mistress!
lead on, and I will follow thee."
The married pair were indeed embarked together on a rough sea, with little provision for the voyage, to which they had been in a manner prematurely driven; but, by the blessing of Providence, they weathered out its storms, now sheltering for a season in some calm and friendly haven, and anon compelled (but with recruited courage) to renew their conflict with the winds and waves. But throughout, their hearts were strong, for they were faithfully united; and that devoted affection for her husband, which had saved the heart of Madelaine from breaking in its first and sharpest agony (the sharpest, because mingled with remorse), was the continued support and sweetener of her after-life, through a lot of infinite vicissitude.
If haply I have evinced some partiality to poor little Madelaine, even in the detail of her unsanctioned nuptials, accuse me not, reader, of making light of the sin of filial disobedience. I have told you that _she judged herself_;--let you and I do likewise, and abstain from pa.s.sing sentence on others. But if your Christian charity, righteous reader! is so rigidly exacting as to require punishment as well as penitence, be comforted even on that score, and lay the a.s.surance to your feeling heart, that la pet.i.te Madelaine _had_ her full share of worldly troubles; the last and crowning one of all, that she was doomed to be, by some years, the survivor of the husband of her youth--the friend and companion of her life--the prop and staff of her declining days.
But she was not long an outcast from her own people and her early home.
"Le pet.i.t frere" found means, soon after the attainment of his majority, and the full rights and t.i.tles it conferred on him, as lord of himself and the Manoir du Resnel, to prevail on his lady-mother (who still remained mistress of the establishment) to receive, on the footing of occasional guests, her long-banished child, with her English husband.
From that time, Monsieur du Resnel proved himself, on all occasions, the affectionate brother and unfailing friend of Walter and Madelaine; and the good understanding then established between themselves and Madame du Resnel was never interrupted, though jealousies among the elder sisters were always at work to undermine it by innumerable petty artifices.
Madame was not their dupe, however. Nature had formed her with a cold heart, but a strong understanding. She felt and knew that the respect and attention invariably shown towards her by Madelaine and her husband, were the fruits of right principle and kindly disposition, unswayed by any interested consideration, and that her other daughters were actuated by the sordid view of appropriating to themselves exclusively, at her decease, the small h.o.a.rd she might have acc.u.mulated in the long course of her rigid and undeviating economy. As the burden of years pressed more heavily upon her, she became more and more sensible of the worth and tenderness of her once-slighted Madelaine; and when circ.u.mstances made it expedient that she should remove from her son"s roof, she took up her last lodging among the living under that of the dutiful child, whose widowed sorrows were soothed by her tender performance of the sacred duty which had thus unexpectedly devolved upon her.
When the mother and daughter were reunited under circ.u.mstances so affecting, the latter had almost numbered the threescore years, so near the age of man; and the former, with all her mental faculties in their full vigour, and retaining her bodily strength and all her senses to an extraordinary degree, was on the verge of fourscore years and five. But the tender and unremitting cares of her filial guardian were blessed for three years longer in their pious aim,--
"T" explore the wish--explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky."
Then the full of days was summoned to depart, and _I_--yes--_I_ remember well the last scene of her long pilgrimage, though a little child when present at it, and carried in my nurse"s arms to the chamber of death.
_My_ mother was there also, for she was the granddaughter of that aged dying woman--the daughter of Walter Barnard and Madelaine du Resnel. And so it came to pa.s.s that la pet.i.te Madelaine was my own dear grandmother, and that the fact was (I suppose) written on my forehead, for the future investigation of that "grim white woman," the daughter of Adrienne de St Hilaire, who, impelled by curiosity, and armed with hereditary hate, dismayed me by that mysterious visit, which, opening up the forgotten sources of old traditional memories, gave rise to my after daydream and to this long story.
BOB BURKE"S DUEL WITH ENSIGN BRADY.
BY THE LATE WILLIAM MAGINN, LL.D.
[_MAGA_. MAY 1834.]
CHAPTER I.
HOW BOB WAS IN LOVE WITH MISS THEODOSIA MACNAMARA.
"When the 48th were quartered in Mallow, I was there on a visit to one of the Purcells, who abound in that part of the world, and, being some sixteen or seventeen years younger than I am now, thought I might as well fall in love with Miss Theodosia Macnamara. She was a fine grown girl, full of flesh and blood, rose five foot nine at least when shod, had many excellent points, and stepped out slappingly upon her pasterns.
She was somewhat of a roarer, it must be admitted, for you could hear her from one end of the Walk to the other; and I am told, that as she has grown somewhat aged, she shows symptoms of vice, but I knew nothing of the latter, and did not mind the former, because I never had a fancy for your mimini-pimini young ladies, with their mouths squeezed into the shape and dimensions of a needle"s eye. I always suspect such damsels as having a very portentous design against mankind in general.
"She was at Mallow for the sake of the Spa, it being understood that she was consumptive--though I"ll answer for it, her lungs were not touched; and I never saw any signs of consumption about her, except at meal times, when her consumption was undoubtedly great. However, her mother, a very nice middle-aged woman--she was of the O"Regans of the West, and a perfect lady in her manners, with a very remarkable red nose, which she attributed to a cold which had settled in that part, and which cold she was always endeavouring to cure with various balsamic preparations taken inwardly,--maintained that her poor chicken, as she called her, was very delicate, and required the air and water of Mallow to cure her.
Theodosia (she was so named after some of the Limerick family), or, as we generally called her, Dosy, was rather of a sanguine complexion, with hair that might be styled auburn, but which usually received another name. Her nose was turned up, as they say was that of Cleopatra; and her mouth, which was never idle, being always employed in eating, drinking, shouting, or laughing, was of considerable dimensions. Her eyes were piercers, with a slight tendency to a cast; and her complexion was equal to a footman"s plush breeches, or the first tinge of the bloom of morning bursting through a summer-cloud, or what else verse-making men are fond of saying. I remember a young man who was in love with her writing a song about her, in which there was one or other of the similes above mentioned, I forget which. The verses were said to be very clever, as no doubt they were; but I do not recollect them, never being able to remember poetry. Dosy"s mother used to say that it was a hectic flush--if so, it was a very permanent flush, for it never left her cheeks for a moment, and had it not belonged to a young lady in a galloping consumption, would have done honour to a dairymaid.
"Pardon these details, gentlemen," said Bob Burke, sighing, "but one always thinks of the first loves. Tom Moore says that "there"s nothing half so sweet in life as young love"s dram;" and talking of that, if there"s anything left in the brandy-bottle, hand it over to me. Here"s to the days gone by; they will never come again. Dear Dosy, you and I had some fun together. I see her now with her red hair escaping from under her hat, in a pea-green habit, a stiff-cutting whip in her hand, licking it into Tom the Devil, a black horse, that would have carried a sixteen stoner over a six-foot wall, following Will Wrixon"s hounds at the rate of fifteen miles an hour, and singing out, "Go it, my trumps."
These are the recollections that bring tears in a man"s eyes."
There were none visible in Bob"s, but as he here finished his dram, it is perhaps a convenient opportunity for concluding a chapter.
CHAPTER II.
HOW ENSIGN BRADY WENT TO DRINK TEA WITH MISS THEODOSIA MACNAMARA.
"The day of that hunt was the very day that led to my duel with Brady.
He was a long, straddling, waddle-mouthed chap, who had no more notion of riding a hunt than a rhinoceros. He was mounted on a showy-enough-looking mare, which had been nerved by Bodolphus Bootiman, the horse-doctor, and though "a good "un to look at, was a rum "un to go;" and before she was nerved, all the work had been taken out of her by long Lanty Philpot, who sold her to Brady after dinner for fifty pounds, she being not worth twenty in her best day, and Brady giving his bill at three months for the fifty. My friend the ensign was no judge of a horse, and the event showed that my cousin Lanty was no judge of a bill--not a cross of the fifty having been paid from that day to this; and it is out of the question now, it being long past the statute of limitations, to say nothing of Brady having since twice taken the benefit of the Act. So both parties jockeyed one another, having that pleasure which must do them instead of profit.
"She was a bay chestnut, and nothing would do Brady but he must run her at a little gap which Miss Dosy was going to clear, in order to show his gallantry and agility; and certainly I must do him the credit to say that he did get his mare _on_ the gap, which was no small feat, but there she broke down, and off went Brady, neck and crop, into as fine a pool of stagnant green mud as you would ever wish to see. He was ducked regularly in it, and he came out, if not in the jacket, yet in the colours, of the Rifle Brigade, looking rueful enough at his misfortune, as you may suppose. But he had not much time to think of the figure he cut, for before he could well get up, who should come right slap over him but Miss Dosy herself upon Tom the Devil, having cleared the gap and a yard beyond the pool in fine style. Brady ducked, and escaped the horse, a little fresh daubing being of less consequence than the knocking out of his brains, if he had any; but he did not escape a smart rap from a stone which one of Tom"s heels flung back with such unlucky accuracy as to hit Brady right in the mouth, knocking out one of his eye-teeth (which, I do not recollect). Brady clapped his hand to his mouth, and bawled, as any man might do in such a case, so loud, that Miss Dosy checked Tom for a minute to turn round, and there she saw him making the most horrid faces in the world, his mouth streaming blood, and himself painted green from head to foot with as pretty a coat of shining slime as was to be found in the province of Munster. "That"s the gentleman you just leapt over, Miss Dosy," said I, for I had joined her, "and he seems to be in some confusion." "I am sorry," said she, "Bob, that I should have in any way offended him or any other gentleman, by leaping over him, but I can"t wait now. Take him my compliments, and tell him I should be happy to see him at tea at six o"clock this evening, in a different suit." Off she went, and I rode back with her message (by which means I was thrown out); and would you believe it, he had the ill manners to say "the h----;" but I shall not repeat what he said. It was impolite to the last degree, not to say profane, but perhaps he may be somewhat excused under his peculiar circ.u.mstances.
There is no knowing what even Job himself might have said, immediately after having been thrown off his horse into a green pool, with his eye-tooth knocked out, his mouth full of mud and blood, on being asked to a tea-party.
"He--Brady, not Job--went, nevertheless--for, on our return to Miss Dosy"s lodgings, we found a triangular note, beautifully perfumed, expressing his grat.i.tude for her kind invitation, and telling her not to think of the slight accident which had occurred. How it happened, he added, he could not conceive, his mare never having broken down with him before--which was true enough, as that was the first day he ever mounted her--and she having been bought by himself at a sale of the Earl of Darlington"s horses last year, for two hundred guineas. She was a great favourite, he went on to say, with the Earl, who often rode her, and ran at Doncaster by the name of Miss Russell. All this latter part of the note was not quite so true, but then, it must be admitted, that when we talk about horses we are not tied down to be exact to a letter. If we were, G.o.d help Tattersall"s!
"To tea, accordingly, the ensign came at six, wiped clean, and in a different set-out altogether from what he appeared in on emerging from the ditch. He was, to make use of a phrase introduced from the ancient Latin into the modern Greek, togged up in the most approved style of his Majesty"s 48th foot. Bright was the scarlet of his coat--deep the blue of his facings."
"I beg your pardon," said Antony Harrison, here interrupting the speaker; "the 48th are not royals, and you ought to know that no regiment but those which are royal sport blue facings. I remember, once upon a time, in a coffee-shop, detecting a very smart fellow, who wrote some clever things in a Magazine published in Edinburgh by one Blackwood, under the character of a military man, not to be anything of the kind, by his talking about ensigns in the fusiliers--all the world knowing that in the fusiliers there are no ensigns, but in their place second lieutenants. Let me set you right there, Bob; the facings your friend Brady exhibited to the wondering gaze of the Mallow tea-table must have been buff--pale buff."
"Buff, black, blue, brown, yellow, Pompadour, brick-dust, no matter what they were," continued Burke, in nowise pleased by the interruption, "they were as bright as they could be made, and so was all the lace, and other traps which I shall not specify more minutely, as I am in presence of so sharp a critic. He was, in fact, in full dress--as you know is done in country quarters--and being not a bad plan and elevation of a man, looked well enough. Miss Dosy, I perceived, had not been perfectly ignorant of the rank and condition of the gentleman over whom she had leaped, for she was dressed in her purple satin body and white skirt, which she always put on when she wished to be irresistible, and her hair was suffered to flow in long ringlets down her fair neck--and, by Jupiter, it was fair as a swan"s, and as majestic too--and no mistake.
Yes! Dosy Macnamara looked divine that evening.
"Never mind! Tea was brought in by Mary Keefe, and it was just as all other _teas_ have been and will be. Do not, however, confound it with the wafer-sliced and hot-watered abominations which are inflicted, perhaps justly, on the wretched individuals who are guilty of haunting _soirees_ and _conversaziones_ in this good and bad city of London. The tea was congou or souchong, or some other of these Chinese affairs, for anything I know to the contrary; for, having dined at the house, I was mixing my fifth tumbler when tea was brought in, and Mrs Macnamara begged me not to disturb myself; and she being a lady for whom I had a great respect, I complied with her desire; but there was a potato-cake, an inch thick and two feet in diameter, which Mrs Macnamara informed me in a whisper was made by Dosy after the hunt.
""Poor chicken," she said, "if she had the strength, she has the willingness; but she is so delicate. If you saw her handling the potatoes to-day."
""Madam," said I, looking tender, and putting my hand on my heart, "I wish I was a potato!"
CHAPTER III.
HOW ENSIGN BRADY ASTONISHED THE NATIVES AT MISS THEODOSIA MACNAMARA"S.