"Execrable villain! and his poor young wife dying at the Hall of a broken heart. Can such things be, and the vengeance of heaven sleep!"
"You don"t mean to insinuate that Mr. Theophilus Moncton is a married man."
"I scorn insinuations, I speak of facts; which to his face, I dare him to deny."
"My dear Kate!" cried Mrs. Hepburn sinking back in her chair. "I have combated for several weeks with what I considered an unreasonable prejudice on her part against this marriage. And this very morning I was congratulating myself on the possibility of getting her to receive Mr. Moncton"s suit more favourably. Ah, Mr. Geoffrey! doubly her preserver, your timely visit has saved the dear girl from unutterable misery."
I then informed Mrs. Hepburn of all the particulars of this unfortunate marriage. Of young Moncton"s desertion and barbarous treatment of his wife--of her attempted suicide, and the providential manner in which she had been rescued by me from the grave.
This painful interview, which had lasted several hours, was at length terminated by the entrance of Miss Lee and Theophilus, who had been absent riding with some friends.
They entered from the garden, and Mrs. Hepburn and I were so deeply engaged in conversation that we did not notice their approach until Catherine called out in a tone of alarm:--"Mr. Geoffrey Moncton here, and my aunt in tears? What can have happened?"
"Yes, Kate, you will be glad to see an old friend," said her aunt. "To you, Mr. Moncton," turning to Theophilus, "he is the bearer of sad tidings."
"Anything happened to my father?" said Theophilus, looking towards me with an expression in his green eyes, of intense and hungry inquiry, which for a moment overcame his first glance of aversion and contempt.
I read the meaning of that look, and answered scorn for scorn.
"Of your father and _his_ affairs I know nothing. The tie of kindred is broken between us. I wish that I knew as little of you and yours."
"What do you mean?" and his pale cheek flushed with crimson. "Is it to traduce my character, to insult me before ladies, that you dare to intrude yourself in my company? What brings you here? What message have you for me?"
"With you," I said, coldly, "I have no business, nor did I ever wish to see you again. My steps were guided here by that Providence which watches over the innocent, and avenges the wrongs of the injured. It is not my nature to stab even an enemy in the dark. What I have to say to you will be said openly and to your face."
"This is fine language," said he, bursting into a scornful laugh. "On what provincial theatre have you been studying, since you were expelled my father"s office?"
"I have not yet learned to act the part of the hypocrite and betrayer, in the great drama of life; or by lying and deceit to exalt myself upon the ruin of others."
"Go on, go on," cried he, "I perceive your drift. You are a better actor than you imagine yourself. Such accusations as you can bring against me, will redound more to my credit than praise from such lips."
"Theophilus Moncton," I replied, calmly, "I did not invade the sanct.i.ty of this roof in order to meet and quarrel with you. What I have to say to you I will communicate elsewhere."
"Here, sir, if you please--here to my face. I am no coward, and that you know of old. I am certain that you cannot name anything to my disadvantage, but what I am able triumphantly to refute."
"Well--be it so then. I find you here a suitor for this lady"s hand.
Four days ago your wife attempted suicide, and was rescued from a watery grave by my arm."
"Liar! "tis false! Do not listen, ladies, to this vile calumniator. He has a purpose of his own to serve, by traducing my character to my friends. Let him bring witnesses more worthy of credit than himself, before you condemn me."
"I condemn no one, Mr. Theophilus," said Mrs. Hepburn, gravely. "Sir Alexander Moncton is a person of credit, and your wife is at present under his protection. What can you say to this?"
She spoke in vain. Theophilus left the room without deigning to reply.
We looked in silence at each other.
Miss Lee was the first who spoke:--"He is convicted by his own conscience. I thought him cold and selfish, but never dreamed that he was a villain. And the poor young woman, his wife, what is her name?"
"Alice Mornington."
A faint cry burst from the lips of Catherine. I caught her in my arms before she fell, and placed her in a chair: she had fainted. Mrs.
Hepburn rang the bell for one of her female attendants, and amid the bustle and confusion of removing Miss Lee to her own apartment, I took the opportunity of retiring from the scene.
"What new mystery does this involve?" said I, half aloud, as I sauntered down the thick avenue which led from the house to the high-road. "Why did the mention of that name produce such an effect upon Catherine? She cannot be acquainted with the parties. Her agitation might be accidental. "Tis strange--very strange"----
"Stop!" cried a loud voice near me; and pale and haggard, his hands fiercely clenched, and his eyes starting from his head, Theophilus confronted me.
"Geoffrey, this meeting must be our last."
"With all my heart;" and folding my arms I looked him steadfastly in the face.
Never shall I forget the expression of that countenance, transformed as it was with furious pa.s.sion; livid, convulsed; every feature swollen and quivering with malice and despair. It was dreadful to contemplate--scarcely human.
How often since has it haunted me in dreams.
The desire of revenge had overcome his usual caution. In the mood he was then in, his puny figure would have been a match for a giant.
"I seek no explanation of your conduct," said he: "we hate each other;" he gnashed his teeth as he spoke. "I have ruined you, and you have done your best to return the compliment. But you shall not triumph in my disgrace: if we fall it shall be together."
He sprang upon me unawares. He wound his thin sinewy arms around me. I was taken by surprise, and before I could raise my arm to defend myself from his ferocious attack, I was thrown heavily to the ground.
The last thing that I can distinctly recollect was his thin bony fingers grasping my throat.
CHAPTER IX.
MY NURSE, AND WHO SHE WAS.
The night was far advanced when I recovered my senses. The room I occupied was large and s.p.a.cious; the bed on which I was lying such as wealth supplies to her most luxurious children. One watch-light with shaded rays, scarcely illuminated a small portion of the ample chamber, leaving the remote corners in intense shade. A female figure, in a long, loose, white wrapping-gown, was seated at the table reading. Her back was towards me, and my head was too heavy and my eyes too dim to recognize the person of the stranger.
I strove to lift my head from the pillow; the effort wrung from my lips a moan of pain. This brought the lady instantly to my side. It was Mrs. Hepburn"s face, but it faded from my sight like the faces that look upon us in dreams. Recollection and sight failed me--I remember nothing more.
Many days pa.s.sed unconsciously over me. Nearly three weeks elapsed before I was able to bear the light, or ask an explanation of the past.
Mrs. Hepburn and Miss Lee were my constant attendants, and a middle-aged, respectable man in livery, who slept in my apartment, and rendered me the most kind and essential services. Dan Simpson was an old servant of the family; had been born on the estate, and lived for thirty years under that roof. He was a worthy, pious man, and during my long, tedious illness we contracted a mutual friendship which lasted to the close of his life. Had it not been for the care and attention of those excellent women and honest Dan, I might never have lived to be the chronicler of these adventures.
As I recovered strength, Simpson informed me that the gamekeeper had witnessed from behind the hedge my encounter with Theophilus, and prevented further mischief by bursting suddenly upon my adversary, who had the dastardly meanness to give me several blows after I was insensible.
Theophilus left his victim with savage reluctance. The gamekeeper thought at first that I was dead, and he told him that he had better be off, or he would inform against him, and have him convicted for murder. This hint was enough, and Theophilus lost no time in quitting the neighbourhood.
I had fallen with the back of my head against the trunk of a large elm tree, which had caused concussion of the brain.
"You must be quite still, sir, and talk as little as possible, or "twill be bad for you," said Simpson. "An" the ladies must come near you as seldom as they can. We may manage to keep you silent, sir, but I"ll be dashed, if it be possible to keep women"s tongues from wagging. They will talk--no matter the danger to themselves or others; an" "tis "most impossible for a man not to listen to them. They be so good and pretty. I"d advise you, Master Geoffrey, to shut your eyes, when our young lady comes in with the mistress to see you, an" then you"ll no be tempted to open your ears."
There was a good deal of wholesome truth in honest Dan"s advice, but I lacked the resolution to adopt it. My eyes and ears were always wide open when my fair nurse and her aunt approached my bed-side.
It was delightful to me, to listen to the soft tones of Kate Lee"s musical voice, when her sweet fair face was bending over me, and she inquired in such an earnest and tender manner, "how I was, and how I had pa.s.sed the night."