"Because--because he loved me, and could not live without seeing me, because I--I--"
"Loved him," said the maid.
But Caroline had broken down wholly with this first pa.s.sionate confession. The poor girl sank to a couch, flushed all over with such shame as only a woman of fine sensibilities can feel for that of which she has no reason to be ashamed at all.
"Oh! Eliza, how can you be so cruel?" she exclaimed, dropping her hands, and revealing a face of crimson, wet with tears. "I never meant to keep it from you."
"Of course, you never meant it, and you didn"t do it, which is more. You supposed I didn"t know. Men may be blind as bats--they usually are; and our Brown is worse than the commonality. But trust an old maid for spying out a love secret. It"s like exploring a strange land for her, you know. Lord! Miss Carry, you can"t keep a secret from Eliza Casey; but then, why should you? Isn"t she bound to be your staunch friend forever and ever?"
These words opened a new source of anxiety to the really unhappy girl, who forgot her love-shame, and plunged at once into a new subject.
"Oh! Eliza, if you could help me. Madame is determined. That is, she wishes me to go on the stage."
"Well, you have been told that from the first."
"I know--I know; but it seemed so far off then, like death, or any other evil that you know will come, but cannot tell when. But now she says it must be at once. Oh! Eliza, I never can do it. The very fear of it makes me shudder."
"But why? I remember, when we first came out here, you had no other wish but to be like her--your mother, I mean. Like her! I would rather see you dead!"
Eliza muttered the last words under her breath, and Caroline only heard the question.
"Yes, I know. Everything seemed so bright then--she brightest of all; but I was getting to shrink from it before we went up to that dear little villa, and since then it has seemed like death. Oh! tell her this, Eliza, and beg of her to let me be as I am."
"But shall I tell her all, and say that is the reason?"
"No, no, no! You may think it. Mr. Brown may think it. That is like myself having a secret; but do not tell her for the whole world."
"Tell her! Well, well, I aint likely to; but if she is set upon it, what can I say? Madame is not a woman to give up her plans, and you have got _such a voice_! Sometimes I think it would be splendid to see you taking the wind out of her sails."
"But it would kill me!"
"Poor thing! Well, never mind--I will stand by you, right or wrong; but this will be a tough battle. Tell me, though, did that young fellow have anything to do with setting you against the profession?"
"There it is, Eliza. He never knew that I thought of it, and used to speak of female performers with such careless contempt, as if they were ten thousand degrees beneath him."
"And he only a teacher!" said Eliza, lifting her head in the air.
"And he only a teacher; but so proud, so sensitive, so regal in all he said or did. Oh! Eliza, if he knew that Olympia, grand, beautiful, and worshipped as she is, were my mother, I fear he would never care for me again."
"Why, how on earth could you help that?"
"I could not, and it would be wicked to desire it. But, Eliza, I ought to have had the courage to tell him, and I put it off. Every day I said to myself, the very next time he comes, and at last you know how it was.
I had no chance, and now I may never see him again. He will always think me Mr. Brown"s daughter, and I shall feel like an impostor. I cannot help this; but to go on the stage, when he has said so much against it, that I will not do, unless forced there by my mother"s authority."
"Well, as I said before, I will stand by you, right or wrong; and so will Mr. Brown, I know. I only wish he was your father."
"He could not be kinder if he was," said Caroline.
Just then the door opened, and Olympia"s French maid looked through.
"Madame is in the drawing-room, and waits for mademoiselle."
"I will come! I will come!" exclaimed Caroline, breathlessly, and she hurried down stairs.
CHAPTER VI.
SOME OLD ACQUAINTANCES GET INTO A CONJUGAL DIFFICULTY.
Lord Hope had a house in Belgravia, that could always be made ready for the family at a day"s notice. So Rachael, who could refuse nothing to her brother, sent up her steward to make preparations one day, and followed him the next with Lady Clara and Hepworth Closs; Margaret Casey and other servants in attendance, of course.
These persons reached London on the very Sat.u.r.day when Olympia was stricken with dismay by finding an empty seat or two in her usually well packed houses. When this discovery first broke upon the prima donna, Hepworth Closs was sitting quietly in the pit, where he found himself, as if by accident. They had reached town only in time for a late dinner, when the ladies, being greatly fatigued, proclaimed their intention of retiring early, which was, in fact, casting him adrift for the evening.
Being thus let loose upon the world, he very naturally brought up at the opera, and was seated so near the stage that his eyes more than once caught those of Olympia, who gave him one of those quick glances of recognition, which seemed aimed at the whole audience, but hit only one person.
"I beg your pardon, sir, but isn"t she a stunner!" said a voice, as the first act closed. Hepworth might not have recognized these words as addressed to himself, but for the weight of a large hand which was laid on his arm. As it was, he turned promptly, and encountered a stout, heavy man, handsomely dressed, but for a ma.s.sive gold chain which pa.s.sed across his bosom into his vest pocket, and drooped in glittering lengths far down the rotundity of his capacious person, and a large diamond that blazed on his plaited shirt bosom. From the chain and the diamond, Hepworth"s first thought was, that the person must be some Californian or Australian acquaintance, belonging to his old mining days, but the man soon set that idea aside.
"You don"t happen to remember me, Mr. Hepworth, but I knew you at the first sight. Ask my lady here. Didn"t I say, Mrs. Stacy, that gentleman with the coal-black mustacher, and them splendid eyes, is Mr. Hepworth, if ever I set my two eyes on Mr. Hepworth, which I did many a time, when he used to come to Forty-third street?"
Hepworth started. Forty-third street! Was he to be forever haunted by the place and people connected with that awful tragedy? Why was this?
The guilt was not his, yet he could not feel himself near any person, however remotely connected with it, without thrills of dread.
The man had been talking on, but Hepworth heard nothing at first, he had been too painfully startled; when he did listen, these words fell on his ear:
"That was an awful affair, Mr. Hepworth; most people was astonished, but I never was; always had my suspicions of that old woman; believe she robbed the house of lots and lots of things, after the lady was dead; in fact, am sure of it. Mrs. Stacy here is of my opinion. There was a girl in the house--perhaps you remember her, sir--Maggie we used to call her; she and the old woman Yates was thick as thieves, and both laid their heads together. It wasn"t for nothing, let me tell you; their nests were feathered, you may believe. There never was a sharper girl than Maggie Casey."
"She was just a forerd, imperdent cretur as set her cap at you like a fiery draggon," broke out the woman, who occupied a seat by the stout man, and was evidently his wife; "a cretur as I wouldn"t wipe my shoes on, after a long walk--no, not if she"d give me fifty pair for doing of it."
"I am not saying anything to the contrary, my dear, am I? That girl was after me sharp enough, but I never encouraged her. Mr. Hepworth can satisfy you on that point, my own Harriet, for I remember, as if it was yesterday, he and I talking about it the very day afore that murder, and we both agreed that her conduct was scandalous."
Hepworth shuddered. How well he remembered that artful conversation. How hideous it appeared to him now.
"But I don"t think Mr. Hepworth remembers us for positive, even now,"
said the woman; "just look in my face, young gent, and say if you do."
"Harriet, my dear, isn"t that a little, just a little, promiscous?" said the husband, as a broad, red face, with a pointed nose, turning up in the centre, and two small leaden blue eyes looking across it, was bent forward, and challenged Hepworth"s inspection. "Remember, things have changed since we knew this gentleman."
"In course they have changed, and I haven"t no doubt that is just what is a puzzling him now; but when I ask Mr. Hepworth if he remembers the first punken-pie he ever eat in his born days, and who made it, he"ll be sure to remember Harriet, and I ain"t ashamed to say that I am her, if I do wear an Injur shawl, and if that diment in your bozzom is a flashing right in his eyes. Self-made men, and women too, mayn"t be of much account in England, but in New York, the aristocracy are always a trying to make out that they were born next door to the alms-house, and started life with just twenty-five cents in their pockets, so you and I needn"t be ashamed."
Hepworth was not cosmopolitan, and managed to get the truth out of this confusion of c.o.c.kney, Irish, and Yankee dialect. In fact, at the first moment, he had recognized Matthew Stacy and Harriet Long in the persons who claimed his acquaintance, and they stung his memory like a nest of serpents.
"You"ll be glad to know," said Stacy, "that Harriet has been, in all respects, up to the "casion whenever I"ve made a rise in the world.
There"s smartness in that woman, I can tell you. When I was elected alderman of our ward, she just went into the saloon and dealt out licker to my const.i.tuents with her own hand. There is no telling the number of votes she got for me by that perseeding. You"d be astonished."
Here the curtain went up with a rush, and Stacy could only make himself heard by sharp whispers, which reached Hepworth in fragments, when the music sank lowest.
"Got into a first-rate thing. Mayor with us--street contracts--cut through, widened--got hold of a dead charter--revived it--stock went up like winking--kept the Irish vote of the ward in my fist--no counting the presents that woman got. I never took one, of course; such a woman!"