"You know, madam! How the deuce can you know? It is all in the hands of G.o.d. I hope she will live to enjoy her property."
"My lord, I visited the girl in her illness, and life was barely in her; I have, besides, the opinion of the physician who attended her, and of another who was called in to consult upon her state, and both have informed me that her recovery is hopeless."
"And what opinion does your son, Woodward, entertain upon the subject?"
"One, my lord, in complete keeping with his generous character. He is as anxious for her recovery as your lordship."
"Well, I like that, at all events; it is a good point in him. Yes, I like that--but, in the meantime, here are you calculating upon a contingency that may never happen. The calculation is, I grant, not overburdened with delicacy of feeling; but still it may proceed from anxiety for the settlement and welfare of your son. Not an improbable thing on the part of a mother, I grant that."
"Well, then, my lord," asked Mrs. Lindsay, "what is to be done? Come to the point, as you very properly say yourself."
"In the first place bring me the written opinions of those two doctors.
They ought to know her state of health best, and whether she is likely to recover or not. I know I am an old scoundrel in entering into a matrimonial negotiation upon a principle so inhuman as the poor lady"s death; but still, if her demise is a certain thing, I don"t see why men of the world should not avail themselves of I such a circ.u.mstance.
Now, I wish to see poor Tom settled before I die; and, above all things, united to a gentleman. Your son Woodward, Mrs. Lindsay, is a gentleman, and what is more, I have reason to believe Tommy likes him. She speaks well of him, and there is a great deal in that; because I know that if she disliked him she would not conceal the fact. She has, occasionally, much of her old uncle"s bluntness about her, and will not say one thing and think another; unless, indeed, when she has a design in it, and then she is inscrutable."
"My own opinion is this, my lord: let my son wait upon Miss Riddle--let him propose for her--and if she consents, why the marriage settlements may be drawn up--at once and the ceremony performed."
"Let me see," he replied. "That won"t do. I will never marry off poor Tommy upon a speculation which may never after all be realized. No, no--I"m awake there; but I"ll tell you what--produce me those letters from the physician or physicians who attended her; then, should Tom give her consent, the settlements may be drawn up, and they can lie unsigned until the girl dies--and then let them be married. Curse me, I"m an old scoundrel again, however, as to that the whole world is nothing but one great and universal scoundrel, and it is nothing but to see Tom the wife of a gentleman in feeling, manners, and bearing, that I consent even to this conditional arrangement."
"Well," replied the lady, "be it so; it is as much as either of us can do under the circ.u.mstances."
Ay, and more than we ought to do. I never was without a conscience; but of all the poor pitiful scoundrels of a conscience that ever existed, it was the greatest. But why should I blame it? It loved me too well; for, after some gentle rebukes when I was about to do a rascally act, it quietly withdrew all opposition and left me to my own will."
"Ah, we all know you too well, my lord, to take your own report of your own character. However, I am glad that matters have proceeded so far.
I shall do what your lordship wishes as to the opinions of the medical men. The lawyers, with our a.s.sistance, will manage the settlements."
"Yes; but this arrangement must be kept a secret from Tom, because if she knew of it she would knock up the whole project."
"She shall not from me, my lord."
"Nor from me, I promise you that. But now for another topic. I am glad your son had nothing to do with the dreadful chase of that unfortunate Shawn-na-Middogue; he pledged his honor to Tom that he would rather protect than injure him."
"So, my lord, he would, ever since his conversation with Miss Riddle on the subject."
This, indeed, was very honestly said, inasmuch as it was she herself who had furnished him with the mask and other of the disguises.
"Well, I think so; and I believe him to be a gentleman, certainly.
This unfortunate tory saved Tom"s life and mine the other night; but, independently of that, Mrs. Lindsay, no son of yours should have anything to do in his pursuit or capture. You understand me. It is my intention to try what I can do to get him a pardon from government, and rescue him from the wild and lawless life he is leading."
Mrs. Lindsay merely said,--"If my son Woodward could render you any a.s.sistance, I am sure he would feel great pleasure in doing so, notwithstanding that it was this same Shawn-na-Middogue who, perhaps, has murdered his brother, for he is by no means out of danger."
"What--he? Shawn-na-Middogue! Have you any proof of that?"
"Not positive or legal proof, my lord, but! at least a strong moral certainty. However, it is a subject on which I do not wish to speak."
"By the way, I am very stupid; but no wonder. When a man approaches seventy he can"t be expected to remember everything. You will excuse me for not inquiring after your son"s health; how is he?"
"Indeed, my lord, we know not what to say; neither does the doctor who attends him--the same, by the way, who attended Miss Goodwin. At present he can say neither yes or no to his recovery."
"No, nor will not as long as he can; I know those gentry well. Curse the thing on earth frightens one of them so much as any appearance of convalescence in a patient. I had during my life about half a dozen fits of illness, and whenever they found that I was on the recovery, they always contrived to throw me back with their d.a.m.ned nostrums, for a month or six weeks together, that they might squeeze all they could out of me. O, devilish rogues! devilish rogues!"
Mrs. Lindsay now asked to see his niece, and the peer said he would send her down, after which he shook hands with her, and once more cautioned her against alluding to the arrangement into which they had entered touching the matrimonial affairs already discussed. It is not our intention to give the conversation between the two ladies, which was, indeed, not one of long duration. Mrs. Lindsay simply stated that she had been deputed by her son, Woodward, to have the honor of making a proposal in his name to her uncle, in which proposal she, Miss Riddle, was deeply concerned, but that her son himself would soon have the greater honor of pleading his own cause with the fair object of his most enthusiastic affection. To this Miss Riddle said neither yes nor no; and, after a further chat upon indifferent topics, the matron took her departure, much satisfied, however, with the apparent suavity of the worthy peer"s fair niece.
It matters not how hard and iniquitous the hearts of mothers may be, it is a difficult thing to extinguish in them the sacred principle of maternal affection. Mrs. Lindsay, during her son Charles"s illness, and whilst laboring under the apprehension that she was about to lose him, went to his sick room after her return from Lord Coccletown"s, and, finding he was but slightly improving,--if improving at all,--she felt herself much moved, and asked him how he felt.
"Indeed, my dear mother," he replied, "I can scarcely say; I hardly know whether I am better or worse."
Harry was in the room at the time, having gone up to ascertain his condition.
"O, come, Charles," said she, "you were always an affectionate son, and you must strive and recover. If it may give you strength and hope, I now tell you that the property which I intended to leave to Harry here, I shall leave to you. Harry will not require it; he will be well off--much better than you imagine. He will have back that twelve hundred a year when that puny girl dies. She is, probably, dead by this time, and he will, besides, become a wealthy man by marriage."
"But I think, my dear mother, that Harry has the best claim to it; he is your firstborn, and your eldest son."
"He will not require it," replied his mother; "he is about to be married to Miss Riddle, the niece of Lord c.o.c.kle town."
"Are you quite sure of that, mother?" asked Harry, with a brow as black as midnight.
"There is an arrangement made," she replied; "the marriage settlements are to be drawn up, but left unsigned until the death of Alice Goodwin."
Charles here gave a groan of agony, which, for the life of him, he could not suppress.
"She will not die, I hope," said he; "and, mother, as for the property, leave it to Harry. I don"t think you ought to change your contemplated arrangements on my account, even should I recover."
"Yes, Charles, but I will--only contrive and live; you are my son, and as sure as I have life you will be heir to my property."
"But Maria, mother," replied the generous young man; "Maria--" and he looked imploringly and affectionately into her face.
"Maria will have an ample portion; I have taken care of that. I will not leave my property to those who are strangers to my blood, as a son-in-law must be. No, Charles, you shall have my property. As for Harry, as I said before, he won"t stand in need of it."
"Of course you saw Miss Riddle to-day, mother?" asked. Harry.
"I did."
"Of course, too, you mentioned the matter to her?"
"To be sure I did."
"And what did she say?"
"Why, I think she acted just as every delicate-minded girl ought. I told her you would have the honor of proposing to herself in person. She heard me, and did not utter a syllable either for or against you. What else should any lady do? You would not have her jump at you, would you?
Nothing, however, could be kinder or more gracious than the reception she gave me."
"Certainly not, mother; to give her consent before she was solicited would not be exactly the thing; but the uncle is willing?"
"Upon the conditions I said; but his niece is to know nothing of these conditions: so be cautious when you see her."
"I don"t know how it is," replied Harry; "I have been thinking our last interview over; but it strikes me there is, notwithstanding her courtesy of manner, a hard, dry air about her which it is difficult to penetrate.
It seems to me as if it were no easy task to ascertain whether she is in jest or earnest. Her eye is too calm and reflecting for my taste."