"Mercy upon us! here "s the leddies!" cried Sandy. But before Daly could disenc.u.mber himself of his weapons and costume, Helen entered the hall.
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If Lady Eleanor started at the strange apparition before her, and involuntarily turned her eye towards the canoe, to see that its occupant was still there, it is not much to be wondered at, so strongly did the real and the counterfeit man resemble each other. The first surprise over, he was welcomed with sincere pleasure. All the eccentricities of character which in former days were commented on so sharply were forgotten, or their memory replaced by the proofs of his ardent devotion.
"How well you are looking!" was his first exclamation, as he gazed at Lady Eleanor and Helen alternately, with that steady stare which is one of the prerogatives of age towards beauty.
"There is no such tonic as necessity," said Lady Eleanor, smiling, "and it would seem as if health were too jealous to visit us when we have every other blessing."
"It is worth them all, madam. I am an old man, and have seen much of the world, and I can safely aver that what are called its trials lie chiefly in our weaknesses. We can all of us carry a heavier load than fortune lays on us--" He suddenly checked himself, as if having unwittingly lapsed into something like rebuke, and then said, "I find you alone; is it not so?"
"Yes; Darcy has left us, suddenly and almost mysteriously, without you can help us to a clearer insight. A letter from the War Office arrived here on Tuesday, acknowledging, in most complimentary terms, the fairness of his claim for military employment, and requesting his presence in London. This was evidently in reply to an application, although the Knight made none such."
"But he has friends, mamma,--warm-hearted and affectionate ones,-who might have done so," said Helen, as she fixed her gaze steadily on Daly.
"And you, madam, have relatives of high and commanding influence," said he, avoiding to return Helen"s glance,--"men of rank and station, who might well feel proud of such a _protege_ as Maurice Darcy. And what have they given him?"
"We can tell you nothing; the official letter may explain more to your clear-sightedness, and I will fetch it." So saying, Lady Eleanor arose and left the room. Scarcely had the door closed, when Daly stood up, and, walking over, leaned his arm on the back of Helen"s chair.
"You received my letter, did you not?" said he, hurriedly. "You know the result of the trial?"
Helen nodded a.s.sent, while a secret emotion covered her face with crimson, as Daly resumed,--
"There was ill-luck everywhere: the case badly stated; Lionel absent; I myself detained in Dublin, by an unavoidable necessity,--everything unfortunate even to the last incident. Had I been there, matters would have taken another course. Still, Helen, Forester was right; and, depend upon it, there is no scanty store of generous warmth in a heart that can throb so strongly beneath the aiguiletted coat of an aide-de-camp. The holiday habits of that tinsel life teach few lessons of self-devotion, and the poor fellow has paid the penalty heavily."
"What has happened?" said Helen, in a voice scarcely audible.
"He is disinherited, I hear. All his prospects depended on his mother; she has cast him off, and, as the story goes, is about to marry.
Marriage is always the last vengeance of a widow."
"Here is the letter," said Lady Eleanor, entering; "let us hope you can read its intentions better than we have."
"Flattering, certainly," muttered Daly, as he conned over the lines to himself. "It"s quite plain they mean to do something generous. I trust I may learn it before I sail."
"Sail! you are not about to travel, are you?" asked Lady Eleanor, in a voice that betrayed her dread of being deprived of such support.
"Oh! I forgot I had n"t told you. Yes, madam, another of those strange riddles which have beset my life compels me to take a long voyage--to America."
"To America!" echoed Helen; and her eye glanced as she spoke to the Indian war-cloak and the weapons that lay beside his chair.
"Not so, Helen," said Daly, smiling, as if replying to the insinuated remark; "I am too old for such follies now. Not in heart, indeed, but in limb," added he, sternly; "for I own I could ask nothing better than the prairie or the pine-forest. I know of no cruelty in savage life that has not its counterpart amid our civilization; and for the rude virtues that are nurtured there, they are never warmed into existence by the hotbed of selfishness."
"But why leave your friends,--your sister?"
"My sister!" He paused, and a tinge of red came to his cheek as he remembered how she had failed in all attention to the Darcys. "My sister, madam, is self-willed and headstrong as myself. She acknowledges none of the restraints or influence by which the social world consents to be bound and regulated; her path has ever been wild and erratic as my own. We sometimes cross, we never contradict, each other." He paused, and then muttered to himself, "Poor Molly! how different I knew you once! And so," added he, aloud, "I must leave without seeing Darcy! and there stands Sandy, admonishing me that my time is already up. Good-bye, Lady Eleanor; good-bye, Helen." He turned his head away for a second, and then, in a voice of unusual feeling, said: "Farewell is always a sad word, and doubly sad when spoken by one old as I am; but if my heart is heavy at this moment, it is the selfish sorrow of him who parts from those so near. As for you, madam, and your fortunes, I am full of good hope. When people talk of suffering virtue, believe me, the element of courage must be wanting; but where the stout heart unites with the good cause, success will come at last."
He pressed his lips to the hands he held within his own, and hurried, before they could reply, from the room.
"Our last friend gone!" exclaimed Lady Eleanor, as she sank into a chair.
Helen"s heart was too full for utterance, and she sat down silently, and watched the retiring figure of Daly and his servant till they disappeared in the distance.
CHAPTER XI. THE DUKE OF YORK"S LEVEE.
When Darcy arrived in London, he found a degree of political excitement for which he was little prepared. In Ireland the Union had absorbed all interest and anxiety, and with the fate of that measure were extinguished the hopes of those who had speculated on national independence. Not so in England; the real importance of the annexation was never thoroughly considered till the fact was accomplished, nor, until then, were the great advantages and the possible evils well and maturely weighed. Then, for the first time, came the anxious question, What next? Was the Union to be the compensation for large concessions to the Irish people, or was it rather the seal of their incorporation with a more powerful nation, who by this great stroke of policy would annihilate forever all dream of self-existence? Mr. Pitt inclined to the former opinion, and believed the moment propitious to award the Roman Catholic claims, and to a general remission of those laws which pressed so heavily upon them. To this opinion the King was firmly and, as it proved, insurmountably opposed; he regarded the Act of Union as the final settlement of all possible disagreements between the two countries, as the means of uniting the two Churches, and, finally, of excluding at once and forever the admission of Roman Catholics to Parliament. This wide difference led to the retirement of Mr. Pitt, and subsequently to the return of the dangerous indisposition of the King, an attack brought on by the anxiety and agitation this question induced.
The hopes of the Whig party stood high; the Prince"s friends, as they were styled, again rallied around Carlton House, where, already, the possibility of a long Regency was discussed. Besides these causes of excitement were others of not less powerful interest,--the growing power of Bonaparte, the war in Egypt, and the possibility of open hostilities with Russia, who had now thrown herself so avowedly into the alliance of France.
Such were the stirring themes Darcy found agitating the public mind, and he could not help contrasting the mighty interests they involved with the narrow circle of consequences a purely local legislature could discuss or decide upon. He felt at once that he trod the soil of a more powerful and more ambitious people, and he remembered with a sigh his own antic.i.p.ations, that in the English Parliament the Irish members would be but the camp-followers of the Crown or the Opposition.
If he was English in his pride of government and his sense of national power and greatness, he was Irish in his tastes, his habits, and his affections. If he gloried in the name of Briton as the type of national honor and truth throughout the globe, he was still more ardently attached to that land where, under the reflected grandeur of the monarchy, grew up the social affections of a poorer people. There is a sense of freedom and independence in the habits of semi-civilization very fascinating to certain minds, and all the advantages of more polished communities are deemed shallow compensation for the ready compliance and cordial impulses of the less cultivated.
With all his own high acquirements the Knight was of this mind; and if he did not love England less, he loved Ireland more.
Meditating on the great changes of fortune Ireland had undergone even within his own memory, he moved along through the crowded thoroughfares of the mighty city, when he heard his name called out, and at the same instant a carriage drew up close by him.
"How do you do, Knight?" said a friendly voice, as a hand was stretched forth to greet him. It was Lord Castle-reagh, who had only a few weeks previous exchanged his office of Irish Secretary for a post at the Board of Trade. The meeting was a cordial one on both sides, and ended in an invitation to dine on the following day, which Darcy accepted with willingness, as a gage of mutual good feeling and esteem.
"I was talking about you to Lord Netherby only yesterday," said Lord Castlereagh, "and, from some hints he dropped, I suspect the time is come that I may offer you any little influence I possess, without it taking the odious shape of a bargain; if so, pray remember that I have as much pride as yourself on such a score, and will be offended if you accept from another what might come equally well through _me_."
The Knight acknowledged this kind speech with a grateful smile and a pressure of the hand, and was about to move on, when Lord Castlereagh asked if he could not drop him in his carriage at his destination, and thus enjoy, a few moments longer, his society.
"I scarcely can tell you, my Lord," said Darcy, laughing, "which way I was bent on following. I came up to town to present myself at the Duke of York"s levee, and it is only a few moments since I remembered that I was not provided with a uniform."
"Oh, step in then," cried Lord Castlereagh, hastily; "I think I can manage that difficulty for you. There is a levee this very morning; some pressing intelligence has arrived from Egypt, and his Royal Highness has issued a notice for a reception for eleven o"clock. You are not afraid," said Lord Castlereagh, laughing, as Darcy took his seat beside him,--"you are not afraid of being seen in such company now."
"If I am not, my Lord, set my courage down to my principle; for I never felt your kindness so dangerous," said the Knight, with something of emotion.
A few moments of rapid driving brought them in front of the Duke"s residence, where several carriages and led horses were now standing, and officers in full dress were seen to pa.s.s in and out, with signs of haste and eagerness.
"I told you we should find them astir here," said Lord Castlereagh.
"Holloa, Fane, have you heard anything new to-day?"
The officer thus addressed touched his hat respectfully, and approaching the window of the carriage, whispered a few words in Lord Castlereagh"s ear.
"Is the news confirmed?" said his Lordship, calmly.
"I believe so, my Lord; at least, Edgec.u.mbe says he heard it from Dundas, who got it from Pitt himself."
"Bad tidings these, Knight," said Lord Castlereagh, as the aide-de-camp moved away; "Pulteney"s expedition against Ferrol has failed. These conjoint movements of army and navy seem to have a most unlucky fortune."
"What can you expect, my Lord, from an ill-a.s.sorted "Union"?" said Darcy, slyly.
"They "ll work better after a time," said Lord Castlereagh, smiling good-humoredly at the hit; "for the present, I acknowledge the success is not flattering. The general always discovers that the land batteries can only be attacked in the very spot where the admiral p.r.o.nounces the anchorage impossible; each feels compromised by the other; hence envy and every manner of uncharitableness."