The Wanderer.
Volume 4.
by f.a.n.n.y Burney.
CHAPTER LX
Juliet was precipitately followed by Lord Melbury.
"It is not, then," he cried, "your intention to return to Mrs Ireton?"
"No, my lord, never!"
She had but just uttered these words, when, immediately facing her, she beheld Mrs Howel.
A spectre could not have made her start more affrighted, could not have appeared to her more horrible. And Lord Melbury, who earnestly, at the same moment, had p.r.o.nounced, "Tell me whither, then,--" stopping abruptly, looked confounded.
"May I ask your lordship to take me to Lady Aurora?" Mrs Howel coldly demanded.
"Aurora?--Yes;--she is there, Ma"am;--still in the gallery."
Mrs Howel presented him her hand, palpably to force him with her; and stalked past Juliet, without any other demonstration of perceiving her than what was unavoidably manifested by an heightened air of haughty disdain.
Lord Melbury, distressed, would still have hung back; but Mrs Howel, taking his arm, proceeded, as if without observing his repugnance.
Juliet, in trembling dismay, glided on till she entered a vacant apartment, of which the door was open. To avoid intrusion, she was shutting herself in; but, upon some one"s applying, nearly the next minute, for admittance, the fear of new misconstruction forced her to open the door. What, then, was her shock at again viewing Mrs Howel! She started back involuntarily, and her countenance depicted undisguised horrour.
With a brow of almost petrifying severity, sternly fixing her eyes upon Juliet, Mrs Howel, for a dreadful moment, seemed internally suspended, not between hardness and mercy, but between accusation and punishment.
At length, in a tone, from the deep sounds of which Juliet shrunk, but had no means to retire, she slowly p.r.o.nounced, while her head rose more loftily at every word, "You abscond from Mrs Ireton, though she would permit you to remain with her? "Tis to Lord Melbury that you reveal your purpose; and the inexperienced youth whom you would seduce, is the only person that can fail to discover your ultimate design, in taking the moment of meeting with him, for quitting the honourable protection which s.n.a.t.c.hes you from want, if not from disgrace: at the same time that it offers security to a n.o.ble family, justly alarmed for the morals, if not for the honour of its youthful and credulous chief."
The terror which, in shaking the nerves, seemed to have clouded even the faculties of Juliet, now suddenly subsided, superseded by yet more potent sensations of quick resentment. "Hold, Madam!" she cried: "I may bear with cruelty and injustice, for I am helpless! but not with insult, for I am innocent!"
Mrs Howel, surprised, paused an instant; but then harshly went on, "This cant, young woman, can only delude those who are ignorant of the world.
Whatever you may chuse to utter to me of that sort will be perfectly null. What I have to say is simple; what you have to offer must, of course, be complicate. But I have no time to throw away upon rants and rodomontades, and I have no patience to waste upon impostors. Hear me then without reply."
"Not to reply, Madam, will cost me little," indignantly cried Juliet: "but to hear you,--pardon me, Madam,--force only can exact from me so dreadful a compliance."
She looked round, but not having courage to open a further door, nor power to pa.s.s by Mrs Howel, walked to a window.
Not heeding her resistance, and disdaining her emotion, Mrs Howel continued: "My Lord Melbury is not, it is true, like his sister, under my immediate care; but he is here only to join her ladyship, whom my Lord Denmeath has entrusted to my protection. And, therefore, though he is as n.o.ble in mind as in rank, since he is still, in years, but a boy, I must, in honour, consider myself to be equally responsible to my Lord Denmeath for the brother as for the sister. This being the case, I must not leave him to the machinations of an adventurer. In two words, therefore,--Declare yourself for what you are; or return with Mrs Ireton to Brighthelmstone, and remain under her roof, since she deigns to permit it, till I have restored my young friends, safe and uninjured, to their uncle. Otherwise--"
Juliet, casting up her eyes, as if calling upon heaven for patience, would have opened the window, to seek refuge in the air from sounds of which the shock was insupportable: but Mrs Howel, offended into yet deeper wrath, advanced with a mien of such rigid austerity, that she lost her purpose in her consternation, and listened irresistibly to what follows: "Otherwise,--mark me, young woman! the still unexplained mystery with which you have made your way into the kingdom, will authorise an application which you will vainly try to elude, and with which you will not dare to prevaricate. You will take your choice, and, in five minutes, you will be summoned to make it known."
With this menace she left the room.
In an agony of terrour, that again absorbed even resentment, Juliet remained motionless, confounded, and incapable of deliberation, till the groom of Mrs Ireton came to inform her that his lady was ready to set out.
Juliet, scarcely herself knowing her own intentions, precipitately e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, "The crisis is arrived!--I must cast myself upon Lady Aurora!"
The servant said he did not understand her.
"Tell Lady Aurora--;" she cried, "or Lord Melbury,--no, Lady Aurora,--"
she stopt, fearfully balancing upon which to fix.
The groom asked what he was to say.
"You will say,--I must beg you to say,--" cried Juliet, endeavouring to recollect herself, "that I desire,--that I wish,--that I take the liberty to request that Lady Aurora will have the goodness to honour me,--that I shall be eternally obliged if her ladyship will honour me with a few moment"s conversation!"
The groom went; and almost the next instant, she heard the fleet step of Lady Aurora approaching, and her soft voice, with unusual emphasis, p.r.o.nounce, "Pardon me, dear Madam, but I could not refuse her for a thousand worlds!"
"She ought not to refuse her, Mrs Howel!" added, with fervency, the voice of Lord Melbury; "in humanity, in justice, in decency, Aurora ought not to refuse her! Whatever may be your fears of objections to an intimacy, there can be none to common civility; for though we know not what Miss Ellis has been, we see what she now is;--a pattern of elegance, sweetness, and delicacy."
"A moment, my lord!--one moment, Lady Aurora!" answered Mrs Howel; "we may be overheard here;--honour me with a moment"s attention in another room." She seemed drawing them away, and not a word more reached Juliet.
A dreadful ten minutes preceded any farther information: a quick step, then, followed by a tap at the door, re-awakened at once terrour and hope. She awaited, motionless, its opening, but then saw neither the object she desired, nor that which she dreaded; neither Lady Aurora nor Mrs Howel, but Lord Melbury.
Affrighted by the threatened vengeance of Mrs Howel, but irresistibly charmed by his generous defence, and trusting esteem, Juliet looked so disturbed, yet through her disturbance so gratified, that Lord Melbury, evidently much agitated himself, approached her with a vivacity of pleasure that he did not seek to repress, and could not have disguised.
"Miss Ellis will, I am sure, forgive my intrusion," he cried, "when I tell her that it is made in the name of my sister. Aurora is grieved past all expression not to wait upon you herself; but Mrs Howel is in such haste to depart, from her fear of travelling after sun-set, that it is not possible to detain her. Poor Aurora sends you a thousand apologies, and entreats you not to think ill of her for appearing thus unfeeling--"
"Think ill of Lady Aurora?" interrupted Juliet, "I think her an angel!--"
"She is very near it, indeed!" cried Lord Melbury, ardently; "as near it, I own, as I wish her; for I don"t see, without wings, and flying to heaven, how she can well be nearer! However, since you are so kind, so liberal, as to do her that justice, would it be possible that you could communicate, through me, what you had the goodness to intend saying to her? She is quite broken-hearted at going away with an appearance of such unkindness. Can you give her this consolation?"
"Oh, my lord!" answered Juliet, with an energy that shewed off all guard, "if I might hope for Lady Aurora"s support--for your lordship"s protection,--with what transport would my o"er-burthened heart,--"Seized with sudden dread of Mrs Howel, she stopt abruptly, and fearfully looked around.
Enchanted by a prospect of some communication, Lord Melbury warmly exclaimed, "Miss Ellis, I swear to you, by all that I hold most sacred, that if you will do me so great an honour as to trust me to be the bearer of your confidence to my sister, no creature upon earth, besides, shall ever, without your permission, hear what you may unfold! and it shall be my whole study to merit your good opinion, and to shew you my respect."
"O my lord! O Lord Melbury," cried Juliet, "what hopes, what sweet balsamic hopes you pour into my wounded bosom! after sufferings by which I have been nearly,--nay, through which I have even wished myself demolished!--"
Lord Melbury, inexpressibly touched, eagerly, yet tenderly, answered, "Name, name what there is I can be so happy as to do! Your wishes shall be my entire direction. And if I can offer you any services, I shall console Aurora, and, permit me to say, myself, still more than you."
"I will venture, then, my lord,--I must venture!--to lay open my perilous situation!--And yet I may put your feelings,--alas!--to a test, alas, my lord!--that not all your virtues, nor even your compa.s.sion may withstand!"
Trembling almost as violently as she trembled herself, from impatience, from curiosity, from charmed interest, and indescribable wonder, Lord Melbury bent forward, so irresistibly and so palpably to take her hand, that Juliet, alarmed, drew back; and, calling forth the self-command of which her sorrows, her terrours, and her hopes had conjointly bereft her, "If I have been guilty," she cried, "of any indiscretion, my lord, in this hasty, almost involuntary disposition to confidence,--excuse,--and do not punish an errour that has its source only in a--perhaps--too high wrought esteem!--"
Starting with a look nearly of horrour, "You kill me," he cried, "Miss Ellis, if you suspect me to be capable, a second time, of dishonouring the purest of sisters by forgetting the respect due to her friend!--"
"No, my lord, no!" warmly interrupted Juliet; "whatever you think dishonourable I am persuaded your lordship would find impracticable: but the stake is so great,--the risk so tremendous,--and failure would be so fatal!--"
Her preturbation now became nearly overpowering; and, not with standing she was prepared, and resolved, to disclose herself, her ability seemed unequal to her will, and her breast heaved with sighs so oppressive, that though she frequently began with--"I will now,--I must now,--" she strove vainly to finish her sentence.
After anxiously and with astonishment waiting some minutes, "Why does Miss Ellis thus hesitate?" cried Lord Melbury. "What can I say or do to remove her scruples?"
"I have none, my lord, none! but I have so solemnly been bound to silence! and ..."
"Oh, but you are bound, now, to speech!" cried he, with spirit; "and, to lessen your inquietude, and satisfy your delicacy, I will shew you the way to openness and confidence, by making a disclosure first. Will you, then, have more reliance upon my discretion?"