Yet he was by the side of Violante, and she spoke to him with such praise of Helen! Alas! it is not always so sweet as folks say, to hear the praises of one we love. Sometimes those praises seem to ask ironically, "And what right hast thou to hope because thou lovest? _All_ love _her_."
CHAPTER V.
No sooner had Lady Lansmere found herself alone with Riccabocca and Harley than she laid her hand on the exile"s arm, and, addressing him by a t.i.tle she had not before given him, and from which he appeared to shrink nervously, said--"Harley, in bringing me to visit you, was forced to reveal to me your incognito, for I should have discovered it. You may not remember me, in spite of your gallantry. But I mixed more in the world than I do now, during your first visit to England, and once sat next to you at dinner at Carlton House. Nay, no compliments, but listen to me. Harley tells me you have cause for some alarm respecting the designs of an audacious and unprincipled--adventurer, I may call him; for adventurers are of all ranks. Suffer your daughter to come to me, on a visit, as long as you please. With me, at least, she will be safe; and if you, too, and the--"
"Stop, my dear madam," interrupted Riccabocca, with great vivacity, "your kindness overpowers me. I thank you most gratefully for your invitation to my child; but--"
"Nay," in his turn interrupted Harley, "no buts. I was not aware of my mother"s intention when she entered this room. But since she whispered it to me, I have reflected on it, and am convinced that it is but a prudent precaution. Your retreat is known to Mr. Leslie--he is known to Peschiera. Grant that no indiscretion of Mr. Leslie"s betray the secret; still I have reason to believe that the Count guesses Randal"s acquaintance with you. Audley Egerton this morning told me he had gathered that, not from the young man himself, but from questions put to himself by Madame di Negra; and Peschiera might, and would, set spies, to track Leslie to every house that he visits--might and would, still more naturally, set spies to track myself. Were this man an Englishman, I should laugh at his machinations; but he is an Italian, and has been a conspirator. What he could do, I know not; but an a.s.sa.s.sin can penetrate into a camp, and a traitor can creep through closed walls to one"s hearth. With my mother, Violante must be safe; that you cannot oppose.
And why not come yourself?"
Riccabocca had no reply to these arguments, so far as they affected Violante; indeed, they awakened the almost superst.i.tious terror with which he regarded his enemy, and he consented at once that Violante should accept the invitation proffered. But he refused it for himself and Jemima.
"To say truth," said he simply, "I made a secret vow, on re-entering England, that I would a.s.sociate with none who knew the rank I had formerly held in my own land. I felt that all my philosophy was needed, to reconcile and habituate myself to my altered circ.u.mstances. In order to find in my present existence, however humble, those blessings which make all life n.o.ble--dignity and peace--it was necessary for poor, weak human nature, wholly to dismiss the past. It would unsettle me sadly, could I come to your house, renew a while, in your kindness and respect--nay, in the very atmosphere of your society--the sense of what I have been; and then (should the more than doubtful chance of recall from my exile fail me) to awake, and find myself for the rest of life--what I am. And though, were I alone, I might trust myself perhaps to the danger--yet my wife: she is happy and contented now; would she be so, if you had once spoiled her for the simple position of Dr.
Riccabocca"s wife? Should I not have to listen to regrets, and hopes, and fears that would p.r.i.c.k sharp through my thin cloak of philosophy?
Even as it is, since in a moment of weakness I confided my secret to her, I have had "my rank" thrown at me--with a careless hand, it is true--but it hits hard, nevertheless. No stone hurts like one taken from the ruins of one"s own home; and the grander the home, why, the heavier the stone! Protect, dear madam--protect my daughter, since her father doubts his own power to do so. But--ask no more."
Riccabocca was immovable here. And the matter was settled as he decided, it being agreed that Violante should be still styled the daughter of Dr.
Riccabocca.
"And now, one word more," said Harley. "Do not confide to Mr. Leslie these arrangements; do not let him know where Violante is placed--at least, until I authorize such confidence in him. It is sufficient excuse, that it is no use to know unless he called to see her, and his movements, as I said before, may be watched. You can give the same reason to suspend his visits to yourself. Suffer me, meanwhile, to mature my judgment on this young man. In the mean while also, I think that I shall have means of ascertaining the real nature of Peschiera"s schemes. His sister has sought to know me; I will give her the occasion.
I have heard some things of her in my last residence abroad, which make me believe that she cannot be wholly the Count"s tool in any schemes nakedly villanous; that she has some finer qualities in her than I once supposed; and that she can be won from his influence. It is a state of war; we will carry it into the enemy"s camp. You will promise me, then, to refrain from all further confidence to Mr. Leslie."
"For the present, yes," said Riccabocca, reluctantly.
"Do not even say that you have seen me, unless he first tell you that I am in England, and wish to learn your residence. I will give him full occasion to do so. Pish! don"t hesitate; you know your own proverb--
"Boccha chiusa, ed occhio aperto Non fece mai nissun deserto."
"The closed mouth and the open eye," &c."
"That"s very true," said the Doctor, much struck. "Very true. "_In bocchac hiusa non c"entrano mosche_." One can"t swallow flies if one keeps one"s mouth shut. _Corpo di Bacco!_ that"s very true!"
Harley took aside the Italian.
"You see if our hope of discovering the lost packet, or if our belief in the nature of its contents, be too sanguine, still, in a few months it is possible that Peschiera can have no further designs on your daughter--possible that a son may be born to you, and Violante would cease to be in danger, because she would cease to be an heiress. Indeed, it may be well to let Peschiera know this chance; it would, at least, make him delay all his plans while we are tracking the doc.u.ment that may defeat them for ever."
"No, no! for heaven"s sake, no!" exclaimed Riccabocca, pale as ashes.
"Not a word to him. I don"t mean to impute to him crimes of which he may be innocent. But he meant to take my life when I escaped the pursuit of his hirelings in Italy. He did not hesitate, in his avarice, to denounce a kinsman; expose hundreds to the sword, if resisting--to the dungeon, if pa.s.sive. Did he know that my wife might bear me a son, how can I tell that his designs might not change into others still darker, and more monstrous, than those he now openly parades, though, after all, not more infamous and vile? Would my wife"s life be safe? Not more difficult to convey poison into my house, than to steal my child from my hearth.
Don"t despise me; but when I think of my wife, my daughter, and that man, my mind forsakes me: I am one fear."
"Nay, this apprehension is too exaggerated. We do not live in the age of the Borgias. Could Peschiera resort to the risks of a murder, it is for yourself that you should fear."
"For myself!--I! I!" cried the exile, raising his tall stature to its full height. "Is it not enough degradation to a man who has borne the name of such ancestors, to fear for those he loves! Fear for myself! Is it you who ask if I am a coward?"
He recovered himself as he felt Harley"s penitential and admiring grasp of the hand.
"See," said he, turning to the Countess with a melancholy smile, "how even one hour of your society destroys the habits of years. Dr.
Riccabocca is talking of his ancestors!"
CHAPTER VI.
Violante and Jemima were both greatly surprised, as the reader may suppose, when they heard, on their return, the arrangements already made for the former. The Countess insisted on taking her at once, and Riccabocca briefly said, "Certainly, the sooner the better." Violante was stunned and bewildered. Jemima hastened to make up a little bundle of things necessary, with many a woman"s sigh that the poor wardrobe contained so few things befitting. But among the clothes she slipped a purse, containing the savings of months, perhaps of years, and with it a few affectionate lines, begging Violante to ask the Countess to buy her all that was proper for her father"s child. There is always something hurried and uncomfortable in the abrupt and unexpected withdrawal of any member from a quiet household. The small party broke into still smaller knots. Violante hung on her father, and listened vaguely to his not very lucid explanations. The Countess approached Leonard, and according to the usual mode of persons of quality addressing young authors, complimented him highly on the books she had not read, but which her son a.s.sured her were so remarkable. She was a little anxious to know where Harley had met with Mr. Oran, whom he called his friend; but she was too high-bred to inquire, or to express any wonder that rank should be friends with genius.
She took it for granted that they had formed their acquaintance abroad.
Harley conversed with Helen. "You are not sorry that Violante is coming to us? She will be just such a companion for you as I could desire; of your own years too."
_Helen_, (ingenuously.)--"It is hard to think I am not younger than she is."
_Harley._--"Why, my dear Helen?"
_Helen._--"She is so brilliant. She talks so beautifully. And I--"
_Harley._--"And you want but the habit of talking, to do justice to your own beautiful thoughts."
Helen looked at him gratefully, but shook her head. It was a common trick of hers, and always when she was praised.
At last the preparations were made--the farewell was said. Violante was in the carriage by Lady Lansmere"s side. Slowly moved on the stately equipage with its four horses and trim postillions, heraldic badges on their shoulders, in the style rarely seen in the neighborhood of the metropolis, and now fast vanishing even amidst distant counties.
Riccabocca, Jemima, and Jackeymo continued to gaze after it from the gate.
"She is gone," said Jackeymo, brushing his eyes with his coat-sleeve.
"But it is a load off one"s mind."
"And another load on one"s heart," murmured Riccabocca. "Don"t cry, Jemima; it may be bad for you, and bad for _him_ that is to come. It is astonishing how the humors of the mother may affect the unborn. I should not like to have a son who has a more than usual propensity to tears."
The poor philosopher tried to smile; but it was a bad attempt. He went slowly in and shut himself up with his books. But he could not read. His whole mind was unsettled. And though, like all parents, he had been anxious to rid himself of a beloved daughter for life, now that she was gone but for a while, a string seemed broken in the Music of Home.
CHAPTER VII.
The evening of the same day, as Egerton, who was to entertain a large party at dinner, was changing his dress, Harley walked into his room.
Egerton dismissed his valet by a sign, and continued his toilet.
"Excuse me, my dear Harley, I have only ten minutes to give you. I expect one of the royal dukes, and punctuality is the stern virtue of men of business, and the graceful courtesy of princes."
Harley had usually a jest for his friend"s aphorisms; but he had none now. He laid his hand kindly on Egerton"s shoulder--"Before I speak of my business, tell me how you are--better?"
"Better--nay, I am always well. Pooh! I may look a little tired--years of toil will tell on the countenance. But that matters little--the period of life has pa.s.sed with me when one cares how one looks in the gla.s.s."
As he spoke, Egerton completed his dress, and came to the hearth, standing there, erect and dignified as usual, still far handsomer than many a younger man, and with a form that seemed to have ample vigor to support for many a year the sad and glorious burden of power.
"So now to your business, Harley."
"In the first place, I want you to present me, at the first opportunity, to Madame di Negra. You say she wished to know me."